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Staycation Part 3 August 27, 2013

Some weeks are just hell to get through, and some are not.

Today is my Friday as I’m vacation for the next 6 days.  This is Staycation Part 3 of Summer 2013.  This Staycation is sure to top the rest with the incredible fun we have planned.

Tomorrow, first thing bright and early, I get to go to Washington’s Department of Motor Vehicles and become an official Washington licensed driver.  Yes, you are supposed to get your new state license after living here for 30 days but I’ve been busy and going to the DMV isn’t my favorite thing to do so it has taken me 60 days.  I’m slightly anxious because there is no appointment scheduling for new licenses.  Moving from California, I am programmed to schedule an appointment as without an appointment you will wait hours to take care of your DMV business.  Hours, as in four plus hours.  No joke.

When we lived in Flagstaff AZ, appointments weren’t available there either.  After only waiting 20 minutes at most, you are issued a 33 year driving license.  Never having to return to the AZ Department of Transportation for 33 years was the absolute best part of living in Arizona.  Ok, maybe there were some other perks, but just thinking about the awesomeness of a 33 year drivers license brings me joy.

I have high hopes for the Spokane Washington Department of Motor Vehicles.  I have noticed retail stores that offer vehicle licensing.  Separating drivers licensing and related issues and vehicle licensing is a stroke of genius.  I’m excited to spend the morning of my first day of my Staycation at the DMV.

Tomorrow afternoon, we will tour the boys’ schools, get their schedules and figure out the lay of the land.  I am giddy with excitement to get on campus, meet the teachers and take the first step toward the new school year.  The boys are nervous and anxious, not wanting summer to end and definitely not wanting to be the new kid. When I asked my oldest what he needed to go back to school, he replied “a friend.”  Since I was referring to school supplies and clothes, my heart flopped to the floor and broke to pieces.  My poor babies!  A friend could be made tomorrow, my fingers are crossed and hopes are high.  School supplies and clothes are purchased so the rest of the day will be spent getting everyone,mainly their dressers and back packs, organized.

That’s just Day 1.  The remaining 5 days of our Staycation is to just enjoy the outdoors as much as possible.  We’re schedule to go boating at least once, hopefully twice.  When at home, the plan is to just get everything done (like laundry) and more organized (namely everything) in preparation for Back-to-School Tuesday.

This is the best weekend of the year.  It is practice weekend.  My county fair baked goods are due next week and I have to practice and perfect my wares.  My recipes are solid, it is just this confounded, awesome yet particular, O’Keefe & Merritt stove that I love but don’t quite yet trust. Temperatures and time need to be tested before I bake my final entries.

Do I really need to take vacation time to do this stuff?  Ab-so-freaking-lutely. My stress levels just dropped an octave and I need time to breathe.  Plus, when the kids go back to school, distractions, fights, cries of starvation will be gone and I will have uninterrupted work time. Novel!   Vacation now is really me just throwing in the towel to bide my time until the kids are in school.  I mean to say that vacation time is time to spend with the kids, cherishing every brawl, hallmarking every backtalk, photographing their lion-like laziness sprawled around the house and mostly to worship them while they play their coveted video games.  If you believe this, you obviously need a vacation more than I.

 

For the Love of Family August 26, 2013

How do I follow-up to yesterday’s drama post? First by thanking all of you that reached out with your kind words to my family and I. Thank you for your love and support.  Before moving forward, I have to correct my errors in Support Me Support Them, of course.

My first correction is that my older sister isn’t 47, she’s only 46.  I will be 45 in September so everyone ages up accordingly on my birthday whether you are ready or not. Seems fair to me.  My sister will turn 47 in November though she sees September 18 as her second birthday.  Everyone wants to be a Virgo.  We’re awesome that’s why.

Second correction is that if I painted a picture of family bliss, forgive me.  Truth be told, my family makes me freaking, in the full f-bomb sense of the word, crazy. You have never seen a more randomly patched together sibling foursome. So much so, I sometimes tell people who know us that I’m adopted, yet not. Refreshingly, we come together for a cause, willing to give all we are able, to help each other in time of need. Get the picture?

A wise person I know says you can never expect world peace because families can not get along. True.  Family feuds didn’t begin nor will they end with me.

My position is that you do not get to choose your family members as you are born into family.  You do, however, get to choose how you spend your time and who you spend your time with as it is your life to live.  This practice typically gets me into trouble or pisses some relative off at any given point though their reaction doesn’t change my belief. 

Differences and feuding aside, I am happy to help my family in their time of great need.

Now that I’ve cleared the air, corrected my errors and came clean with my family life, my day centered on things far more trivial than family coming together over bone marrow transplants.  Two hours of my life were lost on fixing my iphone that started wheezing and losing functionality throughout the day.  TRAGIC!  My phone is my life support  which I rely on heavily. My life, as it functions, stopped.  resuscitation was not possible though Verizon’s help desk or tech support gave two hours of their intense investigation.  Proudly I didn’t lose it on the agent that asked me if I tried the volume buttons to adjust the sound of the ear audio that went out.  Who is this person that doesn’t check the volume buttons?  I am adding them to the list of people I want to meet (see the shell collection person from prior blog post). Kissing the ground thankful that the Extended Warranty covers my phone and a new one arrives tomorrow. Happiness (at least a gigantic sigh of relief) is a new phone. 

Healthcare of the future should include an Extended Warranty (insurance, as you all know, costs a ton of money yet offers no guarantee).  Hello, my liver is shot.  No, no abuse, yes I’m under age 50, may I have another liver? Tried that liver but it didn’t work out for you?  No problem.  Here’s another, just be sure to send in the old one back to us within 5 days.  I think I’m on to something.  Feel free to steal my idea and make extended warranty healthcare happen.  Could you get busy?  September 18 is quickly approaching.

 

Support Me Support Them August 25, 2013

Booming loud thunder.  Lightening flashing in the night sky.  House lights flickering.  Rain pouring down. The air cools and smells fresh and clean. I am in a melancholy mood.

Earlier tonight I spoke with my younger sister who filled me in on the details of her trip to Seattle last week while I was in Orange County, CA on a work trip.  My younger sister lives in Flagstaff, AZ and spent last week in Seattle as she volunteered to have her bone marrow harvested in a few weeks to help our ailing older sister who suffers from rare, complicated diseases, from which she has no hope of recovering. 

Our older sister, at the young age of 47, has been offered a glimmer of hope to renewed health through a bone marrow transplant that is scheduled to occur on September 18 with the University of Washington and the Seattle Cancer Center.  She has been sick, in a sickly sense, for a very long time, more than 15 years at my best recollection.  Though I am the worst to ask what is wrong with her because of the complexity of her illness, I do know that she has an immune deficiency that inhibits her ability to fight disease.  In addition, of the 5 IGG levels we all have (did you know that?), my sister lacks A, E & M. She also has a diseased liver, not liver disease, a diseased liver, that is causing all types of issues. At one point, I learned there were only 6 similar cases on the planet. Her prognosis is bleak.  As is, on the medication she is forced to take in order to maintain her current state, she will develop non-hodgkins lymphoma very soon.  A bone marrow transplant is her only hope.

Last spring, we three siblings, my younger brother and sister and I, were screened as viable candidates for bone marrow transplant.  Siblings, I learned through the process, are the best possible source for match.  Who knew.  I was immediately ruled out within 5 minutes of the initial phone call due to my previous cancer history.  My brother was tested but was not a match.  My younger sister turns out to be a perfect match for which we are all thrilled.

Last week, health screenings and additional tests were completed to further ensure that my sisters are an identical match. 

In three weeks, my younger sister will return to Seattle to undergo harvesting of her bone marrow and my older sister will receive the bone marrow via transfusion later that same day. I will be in Seattle at that time, for three days, to help and keep my mom calm and aid in the care of both of my sisters as they recover.  I will stay with my older sister primarily as her body’s reaction to the foreign bone marrow is of biggest concern.  Her body’s reaction to rejection could simply be nausea or it could kill her.

Yikes.  Heavy stuff.

I need you for support.  Please keep my sisters in your prayers and in your thoughts through the next month.  Though the critical time won’t begin until September 18,  emotions, stress and anxiety are already running high.

Thank you.

 

Aero-post August 21, 2013

Filed under: Gardening — multihyphenatedme @ 9:52 pm

Anyone can blog, just sign up and start typing.  Blogging can occur anywhere.  I mainly blog in my pajamas just before going to bed, or, occasionally, as I enjoy my first cup of coffee in the morning.

Tonight, I blog from Row 4, Seat D on Southwest Flight 389 from Spokane (GEG) to Orange County (SNA) as I travel to my Irvine corporate office to work and attend an operations meeting.  Always multi-tasking, I’m chaperoning my son’s friend back to his parents after a week-long visit. We’re both sad he has to leave, so we’re drowning our sorrows in Sprite and peanuts without much conversation.

The guy in the middle seat behind me has major B.O., I pity the people sitting adjacent, sharing space. Row 4 ABC is an interesting combination.  Two young guys, each in the aisle and window, are mesmerized by some super chatty techno whiz old guy who is holding court on whatever he does for a living.  We picked up the old guy in Oakland, and from what I can gather from eavesdropping on their conversation he has developed some software.  Cool.

3 ABC are old-time golfers, decked out in their golf attire.  They have both Inland Northwest and Newport Coast style, so I’m not sure where they call home.  Most likely, a home in each place.

I should be working, making use of this confined space and time but the thought of arriving at 10:15, getting my travel partner home and back to the hotel doesn’t make for good blogging at midnight.  You know I love my 8 hours.

This is my first trip back to Orange County since we moved to Spokane exactly two months ago. The two months have flown by, yet we have done so much in such short time.  Well, not finishing my projects, but getting out and experience what Spokane has to offer has definitely taken precedence over house projects.  I’m a little anxious, which strikes me odd, I’m not an anxious person.  Will I realize what I miss about OC?  As I sit in this plane now, I don’t think I miss any one thing that OC has to offer (family and friends excluded, of course).  Will I once I’m there?

We’re in our final descent so I must end now.

 

Burp Snart, Excuse Me August 20, 2013

Filed under: Life — multihyphenatedme @ 11:09 pm

In our house, manners are a way of life, you don’t deviate, you constantly practice good manners.  Ok, fine, this may just be in my Dream House, but we at least strive, I, at the very east enforce good manners. Reality, I ride the manners nag horse and the boys just let me ride on by sometimes noticing, sometimes not, depending on the moment. Some days they are on their manners game, mostly not.

I will not be defeated. If I accomplish one thing as a mother, it will be to instill good manners into my children, whether they damn well like it or not.  My husband is indifferent.  Who cares if they chew with their mouth open or say can I? I remind him of this article I read in the LA Times about a mother who didn’t stress manners while raising her son.  The mother didn’t realize her error until she went to dinner with her son and his girlfriend, who later became his wife.  During this dinner, the girlfriend subtly reminded her son to use table manners, motioning to put his napkin on his lap, tapping which utensil to use, tapping her lips so he would chew with his mouth closed.  The mother was horrified but didn’t say anything at the time, realizing her error.  In the comfort of our home, I agree with my husband, who cares.  Our house, however, is the training ground for our children to go out into the world and successfully and independently thrive.  Over and over and over we train.

The picture I paint is not so frightening.  They are good boys, they do mind their manners most days, and they have even wow’d me to tears with perfect manners once when out with their grandmother (yes, I threatened their lives before hand, but still, wow’d to tears); however, they outnumber me 3 to 1 and in no time flat will a perfectly good situation go awry once one of the boys gets another giggling or instigates horseplay. They can not help themselves, rough and tumble puppy play comes naturally, manners do not.

Just so you have an idea of my life, Dale, our 14-year-old black giant beast of a black lab, recently joined in the shenanigans.  While walking through the dining room during dinner with his nylabone in his mouth, saw something outside and barked without dropping his bone.  I reprimanded his manners as I would any of the boys, “Dale, don’t talk with your mouth full.”  The boys laughed and continued the play, barking with their mouths full, at the dinner table, which also got Dale to continue barking with his mouth full.  I’m not always the nag.

The other day, the boys and I were out running errands.  Surrounded by boys, I refuse to open a door, believing that they need to learn to open, and hold the door open (note this is a 2-part task), for women, elderly and others in general. I have a tendency to walk fast and lead the way, usually because they’re dawdling or messing around, which causes me to wait at the door until they show up. Patience is not my strongest suit, I’m typically growling by the time they show up.  While we were out, such occurred and I arrived at the door first.  The boys caught up and then lined up behind me, in age order, as if we were in school.  “Really?” I turned and said to my twelve-year-old.  “What?” he replied, completely clueless.  “The door,” I said as I motioned to the closed door.  “Oh,” he exclaimed before opening the door and held it, not only for us, but for the three other people who lined up behind us, because why, I have no idea.

This week, though, we hit a new high.  We were out to lunch at an upscale restaurant.  The boys were appropriately reminded (read threatened) to exercise their good manners.  We started off well.  The door was opened and held for us and two elderly ladies departing.  Good job. We sat down, they thanked the hostess for their menus and napkins went immediately onto their laps. Wow. They ordered with “May I have” not “Gimme” or “Can I”.  While waiting for our food, no fights or bickering ensued, only pleasant, calm conversation.  Shocker.  Lunch arrived and they politely asked for things they needed and ate their meal without someone going for a long pass for bread or something spilled or feet are on the table or some ungodly behavior that would put me over the edge. No, none of it.

Then it happened.  My nine-year-old dropped a burp snart and then calmly, innocently said, “Excuse me.”

A burp snart is when you consecutively or simultaneously burp, sneeze and fart. 

My nine-year-old burped like a boat’s fog horn (think Homer Simpson), sneezed that sounded as though we were all slimed (we were not, thankfully) and farted so powerfully that he could have been rocket launched through the roof. The room was silenced and heads turned our way.  I reacted and said “Niko!” He, continuing to enjoy his lunch while his brothers were hysterically, whooping with laughter, looked at me, oblivious and said, “What?  I said excuse me.”

Burp Snart 1, Me 0

 

Reduce Your Environmental Impact August 19, 2013

In 2012, my collegiate daughter enrolled in an English class that required her to read No Impact Man by Colin Beavan.  I found the book at the library and read it before handing it over to the actual student.  No Impact Man is chronicles the year-long experiment by Beavan and his family to have zero impact on the planet while living in Manhattan, NY.  This isn’t a story about a homesteader with a bunch of acreage in the middle of nowhere self-sustaining.  The author and his family give up things we take for granted, electricity and travel and only consuming food within a 250 mile radius of your home while living in the largest city in the world.

As a voracious reader, I loved the story for the impact it had on me.  This book made me think about how I can reduce my impact, my carbon footprint on the planet.   Your carbon footprint is the amount of gas emissions created by you and your family through the course of  life.  Of the 100 ways to reduce your carbon footprint on Green Wiki, I’m happy to report we are responsibly taking 50 measures to reduce our carbon footprint.  (This list was obtained from http://green.wikia.com/wiki/How_to_reduce_your_carbon_footprint  check it out)

  1. Buy locally produced goods and services.
  2. Reduce consumption. Reuse items when you can. Recycle your waste.
  3. Make compost.
  4. Use reusable bags for grocery shopping.
  5. Clean the lint filter in your dryer. This will reduce energy consumption as well as electrical and environmental costs.
  6. Rake leaves and shovel snow manually instead of using a leafblower or snowblower.
  7. Only use your dryer, dishwasher and washing machine when you have a full load; don’t do half loads. This reduces the number of loads and energy consumption.
  8. Use a dishwasher rather than washing by hand as the efficient ones use less water.
  9. Whenever possible, hang laundry outside to dry on a clothes line rather than throwing laundry into a dryer.
  10. When you remodel or paint a room, buy the right amount of paint. This reduces chemicals entering the atmosphere from paint production, energy to make the paint, and saves you money.
  11. Eat one less serving of meat a week. Use a cheese-free alternative each week. Cheese is an animal product and has the same carbon cost as meat. Cattle release a great deal of methane into the atmosphere. Consider unendangered fish, beans, and soy as replacements for beef, dairy, and fowl protein.
  12. Plant an organic garden and grow your own vegetables even if it’s just a small patch or a windowsill planter.
  13. Create a wormery. This uses worms in a sealed, hygienic, and non-smelling unit to compost your waste, which can then be used to fertilize your garden.
  14. Fit your garden hose with a trigger sprayer, this will reduce your water consumption.
  15. Stop watering your lawn. Grow a garden instead. Lawns require lawnmowers, which require fuel. Gardens allow you to grow veggies which require less trips to the produce section.
  16. Water your garden in the evening as this will save water.
  17. Use cotton towels and fabric napkins rather than paper ones.
  18. When cooking, don’t overfill saucepans and pots.
  19. Use the top shelf (the hottest shelf) of the oven so food cooks quicker and less energy is consumed.
  20. Use a toaster to toast bread instead of toasting bread under the grill.
  21. When cooking put the lids on your pots and pans to reduce heat loss.
  22. Don’t put hot or warm foods and drinks into your refrigerator.
  23. Use a laptop as opposed to a desktop, as laptops use up to 80% less energy.
  24. Unplug your phone charger when not in use.
  25. Buy secondhand household items and save the C cost of the production of new goods.
  26. Adjust your central heating thermostat down by 1°C (2°F) in winter and up in summer.
  27. Use passive solar heating to capture heat in your home by opening the curtains during the day and closing them at dusk. In summer, close your curtains during the heat of the day. You’ll save 25-75% on your heating and gas bill.
  28. Run ceiling fans instead of using air conditioning. Avoid using air conditioning in your home and car whenever possible. If you live in a hot climate, doing this could save more than one ton of CO2.
  29. Get your boiler serviced regularly to ensure it is working properly and not wasting your money.
  30. Switch off lights in rooms at home when leaving the room.
  31. Use “task” lighting rather than whole room lighting when a small amount of light is required.
  32. Take advantage of natural daylight as much as possible.
  33. Install insulated blinds on windows to crease energy escape.
  34. Only heat rooms in your house that are in use.
  35. Donate or recycle your old clothing to a thrift shop rather than throwing them away.
  36. Defrost your refrigerator; this will ensure that it runs efficiently.
  37. Buy uncertified wood to ensure sustainable forest management.
  38. Take a shower instead of a bath; a shower uses approximately one twentieth of the energy that a bath does.
  39. Filter your own water, rather than buying bottled water. Most tap water is safe to drink, and some bottled waters are flown in from the far corners of the earth and the production process of the bottles adds to greenhouse gas release. Additionally, many find that tap water tastes about the same as bottled water because bottled water is derived from tapwater to begin with.
  40. Adjust your water heater temperature downwards.
  41. Insulate your water heater or water tank with an insulation blanket to save on heat loss.
  42. Use cold water to wash and rinse clothes.
  43. Fix dripping faucets.
  44. Insulate your water pipes.
  45. Turn off the tap while brushing your teeth.
  46. Space and water heating account for over 70% of energy used in the home, so switching to clean, renewable energy (e.g. wood fuel, solar energy or heat pump systems) makes a big reduction in the environmental impact of your home.
  47. Reduce excess baggage and pack lighter when travelling. Planes flying with extra baggage use more fuel.
  48. Telecommute or arrange with your employer to work one day a week from home.
  49. Drive at or below the speed limit as this reduces your vehicles emissions.
  50. Whenever possible only drive during non peak hours.

 This spring, I am ripping up my front lawn and installing our raised bed vegetable garden complete with a worm composting system. Plans are in process and I can hardly wait. Prior to our move (which definitely added to our footprint), I saw a project in Whole Living magazine that creatively used old cotton, collared shirts to make simple fringe-edged napkins. This project gave me the idea to use excess fabric yardage I had stored (every person that sews has a fabric horde somewhere) to make 17″ napkins instead of using paper napkins.  We now have very colorful meals using these napkins. I haven’t bought paper napkins since moving in June.

Being a total paper towel abuser, I decided to take this project a step further and stop buying paper towels.  I went to Ikea and purchased 70 white cotton kitchen towels with red stripe. Seventy is too many I now realize, forty is really the number I use on a weekly rotation.  I have a drawer in my kitchen filled with these towels and use them in place of paper towels.   The excess towels that I purchased are used for cleaning.  I wrote “cleaning” across the bottom of each with a fabric marker. Old habits die-hard, I am still buying paper towels but instead of purchasing the Costco super pack regularly, one roll is lasting weeks. According to the National Resource Defense Council, if every household in the United States replaced just one roll of virgin fiber paper towels (70 sheets) with 100% recycled ones, we could save 544,000 trees.  The NRDC also states that if every household in the United States replaced just one package of virgin fiber napkins (250 count) with 100% recycled ones, we could save 1 million trees. Though my cloth napkin and towel project has increased my laundry, my paper goods costs have dropped dramatically and trees are saved in the process.  That’s good, I like trees.

Use less, use better, use smarter is really the message. Kermit the Frog said, “It ain’t easy being green.”  Actually, Kermie, it is easy to be green, just try.  Take a look at the list and see what you currently do and what you could do better. 

 
 

Fully Living Life August 18, 2013

Today we ventured north for the first time since arriving in Spokane and headed to Green Bluff where the Green Bluff Growers, an association of small family farms and farmstands, have U-Pick (pick your own fruit) and annual festivals.  Today was the first day of the annual Peach Festival.  Though we are not fans of festivals of any sort, we thought fruit picking would be a great activity for our boys and visiting Southern California friend.  Of the 48 Green Bluff Growers, we selected #5 Hidden Acres as they offered U-Pick Peaches and Blackberries

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The four boys were skeptical that they would have any fun as the whole day sounded like a whole lot of work.

Then they made a friend, a pig wallowing in the mud.

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The pig got out of his mud bath and gave himself a shake.  All four boys miraculously missed being splattered with mud; however, a cute 8-year-old girl dressed in pink and pigtails got spotted with mud, head to toe.

We ventured off to the blackberry patch and the boys had a blast finding the darkest, biggest berries. Surprisingly, no shockingly, the one who enjoyed berry picking the most was my husband who was the first to fill his gallon size bucket. The hot topic of discussion while berry picking was deciding what dessert should we make with the berries and peaches.

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In the berry patch, we met a couple with a two-year-old son who just happened to move from Los Angeles to Spokane a year ago and live 5 blocks from our house!  We exchanged numbers and look forward to getting together soon.

After our berry buckets were full, we headed to the peach orchard.

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We successfully picked 13 pounds of blackberries and 50 pounds of peaches.  Peach cheesecake and peach ice cream with blackberry sauce was the requested dessert.  Uh huh, sure.  Let me get right on that.

Bounty summer 2013

We have heard so much about 9 Mile Falls and Riverside State Park that we decided to head west and check it out.

Riverside State Park is a 10,000 acre park along the Spokane River, leading to the dam that creates 9 Mile Falls.  Our goal was to find a place to swim and cool off from our fruit picking efforts in the hot sun.

We parked the car and followed a trail about a mile to this awesome bridge and perfect spot to take a dip.

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The boys played in the cold water while I took photos of the wildflowers.

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We hiked back to the car and spotted this caterpillar next along the way. EEK!

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We headed home and miracle of all miracles happened – our 7-year-old fell asleep in the car.  A true sign of an awesome day.

We were all beat by the time we got home but guess what? We have 13 lbs of blackberries and 50 lbs of peaches to deal with, not to mention dinner and the requested desserts.

Tired momma could not pull it off. My husband picked up dinner while I made a fantastic peach blackberry lattice pie.  Not on the requested dessert menu which I managed to put off until tomorrow due to lack of ingredients and time.

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Five quarts of peaches were canned tonight too using one of the 4 boxes of peaches.  The other three boxes were put in our cold storage in the basement until tomorrow morning when they too will be canned.

The pie, just so you know, was a delicious end to our action packed day.

 

Staycation Part Deux August 16, 2013

Day two of our four day staycation and here’s a list why staycations don’t work:

1.  Alarm clocks.  I forgot to turn off my alarm off both days.  5:30 AM is not my favorite (thank you RGal for teaching me to not say I freaking hate 5:30 AM) and is even less so on my vacation days off work when I don’t need to be awake at 5 freaking 30.  I could have easily have forgotten to turn off my alarm if I was truly on vacation in a hotel or camping, but my husband and I have vacation protocol we follow that includes turning off the alarm.  At home, the alarm is part of the home routine, thus the staycation routine.

2. Routine unchanged.  Now that I’m awake thanks only to forgetful self, my routine is unchanged.  I go through my morning motions, drink my tea, turn on my computer and look at my phone.  Oh look, emails.  Oh yeah, thanks for the email, I forgot to do that, let me send a quick email.  Next think you know, I’m working.  Not really working, just skimming, yet working.  On vacation, I’d have to walk out to get coffee, my routine would be broken.  Staycations don’t break the cycle of your habits.  Vacations are intended to change your momentum, break cycles and change your habits.

[note to my boss who reads my blog:  sending you a text pix of the Cabela’s ad to brag that I get better junk mail that he does (and that I have a Cabela’s nearby) was all in fun, not the “work” I am referring to in #2]

3. Vacation does not include chores.  Staycation includes chores.  I’m stupidly awake while everyone else sleeps, I’ve taken a vacation day so I’m not working, what else am I supposed to do?  Laundry is relentless and there is always something to do.  I spent several hours of my staycation on chores.  Productive, but lame.

4. No chefs, bartenders or wait staff on staycations.  I’m cooking, cleaning, serving and no one is bringing me a cocktail.  This is the definite “not a vacation” of staycation.  My banana pancakes were inhaled by my fellow staycationers this morning.  Service is marginal, the bartender needs to show up but the food is outstanding.  The best part of a staycation is homecooked meals.

5.  We were invaded by ducks.  Where I vacation, even in my dreams, there are no ducks.  At home on our staycation, we have enjoyed the Canadian Geese honking as they fly overhead. We’re damn close to Canada, who am I to say get a new flight path?  Flying overhead geese I can tolerate.  Then the ducks loudly arrived next door.  No other words came to mind than “WTF!”  I thought my neighbors, who already have boisterous chickens, added ducks to their urban farm.  Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, came booming into my house for at least an hour.  I saw my neighbor over the backyard fence later and started randomly discussing her hollyhocks (I didn’t want to shout out “WTF you have ducks?”, rather ease into it).  Once the hollyhock discussion ended, I segued into ducks.  Smooth, I know.  “Where are you keeping you ducks?”  They have a ‘Chalet de Poulet’ (truly, the sign on the chicken coop says chalet de poulet) for the chickens, maybe they’ve installed ‘Lac de Canard’ for the ducks.  She looked at me dumbfounded and said “What ducks?”  Really?   Now she’s bold-faced lying to me over ducks?  Turns out, there are no ducks, no lies about ducks, not even a remote duck cover-up.   While she was out, her fireman husband on his off day was hanging out with his almost two-year old, playing with his duck call, as he is a duck hunter.  Over and over and over and over again. Of course.  On staycations, you have to deal with your neighbors (who I love, except during duck season prep).

6. No maid service.  After running around all day on vacation, isn’t it fantastic to open your hotel room door and have the place clean and straightened and the beds made?  Staycation house is the same as everyday house, a disaster.  On staycation, you go out all day, come home and BAM you’re smacked in the face with everything just as you left it.

7.  Vacation Mode.  When you’re on vacation, you flip a mental switch and you’re in a different mode, vacation mode.  Staycation means same old every day mode.  No switches flipped.  No change.

8.  No Kids Club.  Let me start by saying I have never once put my kids in a kids club while on vacation.  With that said, where is the Kids Club?  I’m ready.  Not really, but I would like to have the option.  Staycation does not offer the Kids Club option.

9.  No hype.  If I told my family we were going on vacation for 4 days they would whoop and holler and be thrilled.  Telling them we’re going to have a staycation for 4 days provides no hype.  Staycation, to them, sends the same press release it sends to me, hang around the house for hours until we leave to do something you may or may not want to do, then come home and do all your daily chores because life goes on.  No hype.

10.  I can’t think of a 10th reason why staycations don’t have the same effect as vacations.

[after typing this post and spell checking for errors, here’s #10 why staycations don’t work…staycations is not a recognized word!

Staycations are great because:

1. sleep in your own bed – YES!

2. nothing forgotten, everything is here, unless we ran out and I forgot to replace, it happens.

3. we happen to live in an awesome place(hype, hype, Outside magazine just named Spokane one of the best towns in the nation http://www.outsideonline.com/adventure-travel/north-america/united-states/Best-Towns-2013-Spokane-Washington.html

4. multiple rooms.  Not only do you get to sleep in your own bed, but in your own room!  A hotel suite for a family of 5 doesn’t compare to a house.

5. Ambience to suit your need.  Half naked or fancy, whichever you prefer, anything goes on a staycation at home.  For the record, I prefer loungy, where my youngest is typically found half-naked.

6. On your schedule.  Staycations allow you to set the pace and the agenda, preferably without 5:30 wake up alarms

7.  No resort fees, no parking fees, no gratuities.  Sweet.

Vacations in any form are pretty fantastic, even as staycations.  Next time we staycation, I need to plan better to sleep in, work less and hire a cleaning service.

 

Friends Forever August 14, 2013

Filed under: Life — multihyphenatedme @ 10:40 pm

As we anxiously await the arrival of Trace’s best friend, KP, our first non-relative visitor, for a week-long visit, I think about all of my moves and the friends I’ve made along the way.  I’m happy to report that I’m friends with many still, not best friends, but connected enough to know that if I knocked on their door, or they knocked on mine, we would be welcomed with open arms.This could be totally naive on my part, maybe they’d slam the door in my face, but I would embrace them just for the memories and the effort.

Being the freak magnet that I am, I attract people and befriend them quickly, it’s my own freak nature. I love people and appreciate their life, their challenges, their talents and their weirdness.  Don’t worry, I’m human, I judge, though I scold myself for doing so, its human nature.  I’ll tell you what I think if you really want to know. [insert winking smiley face here].

I had to look up the definition of friend on Dictionary.com just to give myself some boundaries.

friend

/frɛnd/

noun

1. a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.
2. a person who gives assistance; patron; supporter: friends of the Boston Symphony.
3. a person who is on good terms with another; a person who is not hostile: Who goes there? Friend or foe?
4. a member of the same nation, party, etc.
5. ( initial capital letter ) a member of the Religious Society of Friends; a Quaker.
Apparently there are no boundaries, we are all friends.  Awesome.
Will Trace and KP’s friendship survive the move, the separation, and time? With Facebook, Skype, text, the interactive video games and future technological advancements, I can easily say yes.  Will they remain BFFs? People grow, people change, who can say what will happen, no crystal ball here.
My BFFs throughout my life are still connected with me in some way, as far back as kindergarten.  Are we close?  No. In fact, I haven’t seen my elementary school chums since I moved away the summer after my 5th grade year.  By the power of Facebook and LinkedIn, we are up on each others lives.
KP just arrived.  I’m choked up seeing him and he gave me a big hug. That’s it.  They are going to be best friends for ever and freaking ever if I have anything to say about it. They are just too damn cute together.  They can have other BFFs but their natural kinship is heartwarming.
Damn, that means I’m going to have to hang out with his mother forever.  [and my boys say I can’t play the sarcasm game]. Good thing she is a total riot and the most efficient person on the planet.  I am so thankful she trusts me enough to care for her boy.  Of course this could be her way of torturing me.  Let’s see how the next 7 days unfold.
[With the brothers in tow, no one will hold still long enough for a photo.] Envision 4 boys, two are age 12, one calm 9 year old and one scrappy 7 year old racing around the house.  Welcome to my life.
 

To the Park! August 13, 2013

Filed under: Gardening — multihyphenatedme @ 9:19 pm

When the temperatures reach the mid-90’s, the last thing I want to do is exercise.  Heat makes me want to lounge like a lizard on a rock.  Tonight, after dinner and dishes were done, the boys wanted to bust out their bicycles and ride to Manito Park.  Dumb kids, don’t they know it’s hot? They were motivated by their idea of stopping at The Park Bench, a small cafe in the center of the park, for ice cream before heading home.  Not a bad plan, in fact, I love any plan that involves ice cream, so I agreed to go. 

Hold on.  Do you remember when we had our garage sale before we moved and my husband wanted to sell the bikes but only sold mine before changing his mind?  My bike has yet to be replaced.  The boys all jumped on their bikes and pedaled west to the park leaving me to run to keep up. 

Did I mention the temperature was in the 90’s?  Did I mention we just ate dinner?  UGH!!  Have you ever had a bike gang be your pace setter?  I didn’t try to catch them, my goal was to only keep them in sight.  Thankfully they followed instruction to stop at the one light.

By the time I caught up with the boys I was dripping with sweat (hey, I’m working out here!).  The boys were parked in front of The Park Bench with sad sweaty faces because The Park Bench closes at 7 and we were late.  That’s not even the worst of it.  The trip there is mostly downhill.  The trip home is mostly uphill.  We all moped and moaned up every hill encouraged only by the promise that when we got home, I’d run to the store and pick up our favorite Ben & Jerry flavors. 

Two and a half miles, 313 calories burned (thank you Endomondo app) and I was barely allowed a drink of water before they harangued me into heading out to the store as promised.

Have you ever gone into a grocery store in your running gear, still hot and sweaty from your run and bought five pints of ice cream?  You should try it, the looks and reactions you get from people is awesome.  I only wish just one would comment.  This isn’t my first post-run ice cream run and won’t be my last, maybe someone will say something next time. 

Until then, no matter the temperature outside, I go where my kids want to go.  Hopefully, ice cream is involved.