Sunday, July 31, 2005

Soccer Saturday

I am so happy to be back to a "normal" routine, one where Saturday means soccer!

Last year the boys didn't play because it was WAY too complicated to coordinate games and practices while living in Hawaii Kai and going to school on the Windward side. The year before, the Hubster was gone and I spent my Saturdays speeding up and down I-95 in Florida trying to get from one child's game to the other child's game with a screaming newborn strapped in the seat behind me.

After that, I have decided I will NEVER again complain about Soccer Saturday.

Instead, I will brag.

The Wildcard's game was early this morning, and it was such a beautiful day. The tradewinds were blowing, it was still overcast, it was a perfect morning to be out.

The Wildcard's team was undefeated going into this game, but did have one tie - and it was against the team they were playing today. Neither team had lost, and both had just the one tie on their record, so today's game was a battle for first place in the standings.

The first quarter started out s-l-o-w, probably because of the early start time. The Wildcard (along with the rest of his team) picked up the pace in the second and third quarters, and his team scored one goal. I was so proud of the Wildcard because he finally gets it. He is okay with being the kid who passes the ball to the person who scores the goal. (At this age, they still want to be the one to score the goal and refuse to pass to anyone else.) In the third quarter the Wildcard made a great pass to a teammate, who followed up by kicking it into the goal. It was the only goal scored during the game, so we were all very excited!

When his game was over, we did a quick turnaround and headed off to the Blonde One's game.

The Blonde One has two loves in his life: soccer and body boarding. He lives for those two things, so Saturday games are big to him. His team was also undefeated, but were facing one of their tougher opponents.

The first three quarters of his game were rather dull. The teams were very well matched, and there was absolutely no scoring and very few shots-on-goal. It was pretty aggressive and intense. Finally, in the fourth quarter, the Blonde One (who plays forward), received an excellent pass from a teammate and was able to pop it right into the goal. It ended up being the only goal scored in the entire game.

The good news? I caught the entire day on video.

The bad news? The Blonde One may have a broken toe. He and an opposing player attacked the ball at the same time in the second quarter, and he ended up being kicked in the toe pretty hard. He limped through the remainder of the game, and is now sporting a swollen, bruised, numb toe.

Send healing vibes his way, please!

Friday, July 29, 2005

Lessons Learned this Week

1. When moving into a new house and noting the funky old locks on the bedroom/bathroom doors, if you make the comment, "One of these days Destructo will lock himself in..." you should immediately figure out how to pick the lock.

2. A 6'0", 185 lb. Marine can climb in through our bathroom window without doing any real damage to either the window or the Marine.

3. Toddlers enjoy playing unattended in bathrooms and think it's hilarious when Daddy surprises them by coming in through the window.

4. When a Diva daughter needs an excuse to miss a student council meeting, it's best to not suggest she tell the student council president she has to babysit because you "have a doctor's appointment".


5. Diva daughters think it's more believable if their phony excuse is full of details, so "My mom has a doctor's appointment" quickly becomes "My mom has to go to Tripler for a mammogram".

6. Student council presidents are embarrassed to tell the (male) student council coordinator about mammograms, so the excuse is further stretched to "She had to stay home and babysit...her mom had to go to Tripler because she cut her hand real bad".

7. The student council coordinator will call to inquire about your health after your visit to the E/R at Tripler, and you really won't be sure what to say because you don't know why you went to Tripler.

8. Trust your hair stylist when she says it's probably short enough.



Wednesday, July 27, 2005

I'm It?

I've been tagged by my friend at Homefront Six, and must now reveal what's on my nightstand.

Just to prove that I can take any random topic and turn it into a series of rambling tangents, I'll start with a confession.

I don't really have a nightstand.

It all began in 1998 when we were preparing to move to Japan. Our bedroom furniture consisted of mismatched, second-hand pieces....basically, what our budget allowed at the time. We looked at the old, battered nightstands and decided to pitch them in the trash. Our Big Plan was to buy a REAL bedroom set when we got to Japan.

We laugh at that plan now because (1) there was no room for REAL bedroom furniture in our house in Japan; and (2) unless we were looking for Jack Daniels Christmas decanters, Tommy Hilfiger threads, or expired food products, there was absolutely no shopping to be done in Iwakuni.

So, we made due with one of those pressed wood table tops with the screw-in legs for one nightstand and two boxes of books stacked on the other side.

This was rather fortunate, because our headboard broke when we moved to Hawaii three years later. We were so busy - the new bedroom set was totally forgotten. We were still using the cheap table/boxes of books, but now we were headboardless too.

After we moved to Oklahoma, we looked for bedroom furniture and really didn't find anything we liked. The Diva, the Blonde One, and the Wildcard all got new bedroom furniture, but we were still improvising.

When we bought our house in Florida, it had walk-in closets with built-in cabinets and organizers. Before we moved, we gave our dressers away to a very young, very pregnant mother of four toddlers who had Pawnee Nation plates on her beat-up truck. She looked so sad and so tired, and we felt so bad for the kids, so we also gave them two beds and a desk that were just sitting in our garage.

So, other than a queen-sized bed, we had no bedroom furniture while we lived in Florida.


Last year we lived in the Ugly House in Hawaii Kai, and I never felt that it rated new furniture. I had graduated from the boxes-of-books nightstand to one of those plastic storage bins with the pull-out drawers for my nightstand. We planned to wait until we moved into a "real" house to get real grown-up furniture.

Last week I bought our first set of REAL bedroom furniture and it will be delivered next week, while the Hubster is on the Mainland. He knows nothing about it. I plan to pull a "While You Were Out" transformation while he is gone. I have chosen the paint colors, the curtains, and the new furniture. He's either going to love it or be totally pissed.

So, what's on my plastic-storage-bin/nightstand right now?

-Three remote controls - one for the TV, one for the VCR, and one without batteries (for Destructo to use).

-The baby monitor.

-A fishing hat, a flashlight, and one of the Hubster's sneakers...because the Hubster tried to lie down for a bit this afternoon and Destructo decided to bring him a few things.

And that's it. End of rambling, pointless story!


Monday, July 25, 2005

Friday Attraction

So I stretched it a bit this week - the topic is "Attractive", not "Attraction".

But I am in such a sucky position with my crappy dial-up internet on one computer, and my photo programs on the other...I allowed myself a break on this one.

I was browsing my pictures on the other computer and one jumped out at me. I have always loved the picture (even though the Wildcard thinks he "looks froggy" from that angle), and I thought it was close enough to "Attractive" for me.

At the time Destructo was born, I was homeschooling the Wildcard. I tried to fit the schoolwork around Destructo's naps - and thanked God that the Wildcard was a self-starter. There was one indulgence that I allowed. The Wildcard LOVED to hold his new baby brother as he slept, and some days he would spend up to an hour just sitting as still as possible while Destructo
slept on his chest. I'm not sure which of them enjoyed it more.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Eavesdropping

So, this morning I was in the doctor's office, in one of the exam rooms waiting to see the doctor. The nurse had been kind enough to leave the door open enough for me to see and hear what was happening in the hallway.

I could hear commotion and giggling coming from the exam room across the hall, and having been there/done that, I could tell it was a family having school physicals done on all the kids at once.

At one point the door opened and the mom and two boys stepped outside and waited in the hallway while one boy remained inside with the doctor. I knew this was the part where the doctor had the boys drop their pants for a quick exam.

So, after a couple minutes, the door opened and a very shell-shocked little boy, about 7 y/o, walked out and told his older brothers, "You're not going to believe what just happened...."

Brother #2 stepped into the room and the door closed behind him. This is the hallway conversation that followed:

Little Brother: I can't believe the doctor just did that!

Mom: You think that's bad, you should see what he does to me.

Little Brother: It can't be as bad as what he just did to me!

Mom: He makes me get naked on the table and then he looks inside my hoochie.

Little Brother's jaw drops (as does mine), then he goes into a fit of giggles.

Little Brother (after a few minutes of giggles): No, seriously Mom.

Mom: Seriously.

Little Brother: EEEEwwwwwwwwww!

Mom: I have to do it once a year.

Little Brother: EEEeeeeeewwww! I'm telling Dad!!

Me (thinking): I'm telling all my blogging friends......


Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Where Are You From?

My kids never know how to answer this one. Sometimes they reply with the state and city where they were born (four different cities and states, of course). Sometimes the response is, "my mom is from Michigan and my dad is from Florida". Sometimes they just pick a place we've lived and go with that.

So, when my friend at Homefront Six posted a link to
this site, I had to do some browsing to see if I am really "from" anywhere any more.

I grew up in Michigan and can totally relate to these:

You can identify an Ohio accent.
Owning a Japanese car is a hanging offense in your hometown.
You know how to play (and pronounce) Euchre.
The word "thumb" has a geographical rather than an anatomical significance.
You expect Vernor's when you order ginger ale.
You know what a millage is.
Half the change in your pocket is Canadian, eh.
You show people where you grew up by pointing to a spot on your left hand (actually, I use my right hand).
You know what a "Yooper" is.
You know what a pastie is.
Octopus and hockey go together as naturally as hot dogs and baseball (Duh!!).
The snow freezes so hard that you can actually walk across it and not break it or leave any marks.

We also spent three years in North Carolina, so:

You have an opinion about UNC. You went there and loved it, or you hate everyone who did.

You would rather eat at Bojangles's than McDonald's
You have actually uttered the phrase "It's too hot to go to the pool"

I'm actually disappointed that they didn't include this one:

Your wedding reception was a Pig Pickin'.

Then there were those years in Oklahoma:

When you drive through a neighborhood anyone out walking will smile and wave at you.
You thought the twister ride at Universal Studios wasn't windy enough.
You know that Miami, Oklahoma and Miami, Florida are pronounced two different ways.
You are a Cowboy or Sooners fan.
It doesn't bother you to use an airport named for a man who died in an airplane crash.
A bad traffic jam involves two cars staring each other down at a four-way stop, each determined to be the most polite and let the other go first. (This is SO true!!!)
You think that using the elevator involves a corn truck.

And finally, Hawaii:


You automatically take off your shoes in people's homes.
It's SHOYU, not soy sauce.
Your house has residue from the salty ocean air.
You buy large quantities of toilet paper in case there's a longshoreman strike.
You know what lei day is.
You know what the "stink eye" is, and how to give it.
You can correctly pronounce Kalanianaole, Kalakaua and Aiea.
You know what a "Huli Huli Chicken" is.
You give directions using mauka and makai.
You know what "Morgan's Corner " is ... and it still scares you!
You think 70 degrees is freezing cold.
You know pineapples don't grow in trees.
When you hear the words "fund raiser", you know it means Zippy's Chili.
You call public transportation "da BUS".
The only time you honk your horn is once a year during the safety check.
Nobody is sure exactly where "north" is.
"You like beef?" has nothing to do with what's for dinner.


Saturday, July 16, 2005

Sibling Bonding, Finally

The Diva was not at all happy when Destructo was born.

She resented the fact that he took up most of my time, time that had been spent with her. She was annoyed at the attention he received. And most importantly, she was afraid people would think he was HER child.

She continued on with her Diva life, keeping her distance from her baby brother.

When he first started 'talking', he had a name for everyone in the family....except her. When the kids were babysitting, he would run from her to be with his brothers. When he cried, she had no clue as to what he needed.

She has finally come around and the two of them are bonding.

He calls her "Ma-am", which is close enough to her name, but different enough from the "MOM!!!" that he calls me. He smiles when he sees her, and tries to make her laugh.

She decided he is pretty cute, cuter than any other babies she has seen. She loves the way he utters random words, like "see-YO" (cereal), at random times (like in church). She laughs when he smacks StupidDog on the back and orders him to "shit". She carries him around and shows him off to all her friends who go ga-ga over him. Tonight I peeked into the living room and saw her rocking him and reading his favorite book, "The Foot Book".

The other day she admitted that she didn't want to go away to college because Destructo wouldn't know her when she came home.

I didn't know if I should cry or tell her to take him along with her.

Friday, July 15, 2005

Murphy's Law

Want to meet all of your new neighbors at once?

1. Don't shave your legs, even though you know you will be wearing shorts all day.

2. Take the boys to the pool and get caught in the rain while walking home.

3. Organize the garage after the rain stops, opening doors on both ends to create a wind tunnel which dries your hair for you.

4. Take your toddler outside to play, let him find an old paintbrush in the planter on your porch, and turn your back just long enough for him to paint the backside of your (white) shorts with planter dirt.

(sigh)

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Wow.

We bought a house.

It happened so fast, we're still not sure it is real.

Our realtor had told us about this house before it went on the market, and we had stopped by to peek in the windows last week. (It was vacant, or we wouldn't have done that. Really.)

It went on the market Thursday, and the Open House was Sunday. We stopped by for about 30 minutes, and during that time about a dozen other people walked through the house. Everyone made the same comment: "This is really nice. Why is it priced so low?"

For some reason, the low price seemed to scare people away. They just assumed something HAD to be wrong with the house, because similar houses in the neighborhood were selling for $50-100,000 more.

This is where having a friend as your realtor helps.

The listing realtor made mistakes when he priced the property. By the time he realized that his research was flawed, it had already been listed. He had huge regrets, and was hoping for a price war.

The property owners live on the Mainland and aren't totally aware of how hot the real estate market is in Hawaii. All they wanted was a decent gain and a quick closing. They said they would accept offers until 1:00 Tuesday, and make a decision at that time.

We signed all the paperwork at lunchtime today, and our realtor submitted it just before the deadline. An hour later she called to let us know that they had accepted our offer. It wasn't the highest offer, but we were willing to close within 30 days and that's what they wanted.

Holy crap. We just bought a house.

Candid Friday

One of the things I love most about our new house is the 8' windows that cover two walls of our living room. We have panoramic views of Kaneohe Bay, the Ko'olau Mountains, and the Pacific Ocean.

Oh, and we overlook the flight line too.

That's Destructo's favorite part. He loves to stand at the window and watch the planes taking off and landing. This morning was an especially busy one on the flight line, and the perfect opportunity for a
Candid Photo.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Time For A Drink

Whew. It's been an incredibly busy week, but a good one.

Our move was unbelievably smooth. I was a bit concerned when we only had one packer show up to pack our entire house last Tuesday, but he did an awesome job. He packed everything except the garage items on Tuesday, so we had an 'off' day on Wednesday. On Thursday they arrived, finished the packing, loaded everything onto three trucks and took it to our new house. They were done by 4:00 with no damage or loss.

Now we're trying to get settled. The unpacking is mostly done. The Wildcard is registered for his new school. Today we spent the day cleaning our old (ugly) house. We've met many of our new neighbors, and all seem relatively normal. The Hubster had a two-minute drive to work this morning, and the Blonde One can grab his binoculars and check the wave conditions without even getting out of bed. I can go to the commissary every day (if that's what I want to do).

Oh, and I have selected paint colors AND planned nail holes.

The stress level has gone WAY down.

And I only have 22 days until I get my DSL back.




Monday, July 04, 2005

Used Friday

I really didn't think I would be doing Photo Friday for a few weeks with the move and the mind-numbing, slow dial-up internet I am using until DSL Day (23 more days, and yes I am counting).

I really didn't give the topic much thought until this morning when the Hubster and I decided to take Destructo down to the beach to play in the tidepools. I grabbed my camera, stepped into my favorite rubbah slippahs (flip-flops, thongs, whatever you might call them) and headed out the door.

When we hit the sand, I stepped back out of my flip-flops and started to walk away. Then it struck me - what could be more "Used" than a favorite pair of
Old Navy flip-flops, so worn that they have toe marks and are perfectly curved to fit my foot?