Friday, April 15, 2011

the other big gift ...

I have a feeling that among my small circle of bloggy friends who visit me here, all of us grew up right around the same time and were therefore exposed to pretty much the same pop culture memories along the way.  For example, the original Star Wars movie in 1977 ... I was younger than little ladybug is now, but boy do I ever have strong memories about that one - it was so crowded when we went to see it for the first time (b/c we all saw it more than once, right?) that I sat on the floor at the front of the theater with a bunch of my school friends and was totally captivated by the entire thing - unforgettable - a fond childhood memory...




And though 4 years later I didn't sit on the floor for Raiders of the Lost Ark, I remember a very similar experience - it was the summer of 1981 and I saw it at the old-school (long since torn down) one-screen theater in the town by the lake where we spent summers ... I vividly remember giggling with disgust with my friend Mandy when the guy's face melts off at the end.  Despite the melting face, another fond memory.  And then the following summer there was E.T. ... I mean, please.  This movie is one of the true greats and ranks as one of my personal top 5 favorites of all time.  At 13, just a bit older than my big ladybug is right now, I was with Mandy again in that same theater up by the lake ... I'll never forget the experience of crying our eyes out one minute over E.T.'s assumed death and then laughing through the tears as he and Elliott escaped in the van ... only to be reduced to tears again as the 2 friends said their goodbyes by the waiting spaceship ... now that's what I call a good movie!




And other than slurpees from 7-11 (that came with 'collectible' rock-n-roll cups at one point) and those great bikes with the big handles and the banana seat, I have one more very fond childhood memory from these golden years of my childhood.  It's an item that's gone the way of the dinosaur ... or has it?  Perhaps a certain Manbug has a wife who was able to find this beloved item and resurrect some great memories ... anyone recognize it?






If you recognized this as an Atari 2600 and your heart skipped a beat as you saw it for the first time in decades, then we're on the same page!  Though we didn't know each other back in the late 70's/early 80's when these things were hotter than an iPad-2, both Manbug and I were huge Atari-heads and often share fond Atari memories with the kids - like the time when Uncle John unplugged the Atari just as Uncle Jamie had surpassed the high score in Space Invaders and was having the game of his life ... to say that mayhem ensued does't say enough about that aftermath - a famous story at the Thanksgiving table each year.  So imagine my excitement when by chance I found this Atari in like-new condition for sale at a nearby game store that recently repaired a wii for us.  As soon as I saw it, I couldn't resist the draw - the draw to those "golden years" of my youth - and I knew that Manbug would feel the same way.  I was able to get 4 game cartridges for it as well - Asteroids, Combat, Space Invaders, and Pac-Man - wahooo, game on!!

Seriously, I was a gift hero twice over this year ... not sure how I can outdo myself from here!

Combat ... 
Space Invaders ...
time to teach a new generation ...

It required a small converter cable from Radio Shack to make the connection to our 'modern' (10 years old) playroom tv, but once it was all hooked up, the 'new' Atari worked like a champ ... the ladybugs loved it too and have become young Jedi knights in training with dad, the Obi Wan Kenobi of Atari - how fun is that?!

We're hooked all over again!  Next up, I'm going to call the store to see if they have Pitfall or Frogger ... anyone else want to play?

Monday, April 11, 2011

happy birthday, dear manbug ...

We love the art of gift-giving in our household ... we search tirelessly for clever gift ideas that really have some significant meaning, whether it's a gag gift (like boxer shorts with the Apple logo for my Mac-obsessed Manbug) or a meaningful gift (like the impossible-to-get iPad2).  We're also all about the art of gift presentation ... Manbug loves to send the ladybugs on multi-clue treasure hunts to find their gifts hidden in the house, for example.  So when it came to the afore-mentioned iPad's presentation, I just had to do something to throw him off and add to the curiosity of his big gift ...

a disclaimer: yes, these photos were taken in bed ... little ladybug could barely contain her excitement and woke at an unspeakable 5:30am to haul gifts upstairs for immediate opening - imagine the haziness, bedhead, and exhaustion of Christmas morning (times 3) if you will ... she was truly as excited to give it as her daddy was to receive it!













Clearly we can't hit a home run every year when it comes to gift giving, it definitely has peaks and valleys, but I'd say this year might just rank up there as one of the all-time bests ... his shock was so sincere, his joy was so uncontainable, it was clear I had done well ... he held it in his hands like the precious cargo that it is saying "I can't even believe it" repeatedly ... complete euphoria ...

You deserved it, dear Manbug of mine ... hope you enjoy every techie minute with your new love ♥
Happy Birthday!!

Friday, April 8, 2011

waiting ...

So you may have noticed that the posts have been sparse around here since my return - I haven't even shared my pics from home yet, sheesh.  Hard to believe it's been 2 weeks since we came back, but after I took that first step onto the hamster wheel, it snatched me right into the centrifuge of my real life.  Busy busy busy ... deep breath ... busy busy busy.  It's been overwhelming at times, Wednesday was a particularly bad day as I kept adding to my to-do list instead of crossing things off - everything I tried to accomplish seemed to turn into a bigger issue that involved more steps.  Steps that couldn't be taken immediately.  Thus the growing of the list instead of shrinking ... hate days like that.

Wanna guess how I've found the time to post this morning?  I'm spending my morning standing in line at the Apple store.  Why?  Anyone remember how my Manbug is an obsessed avid Apple fan and well known computer-whisperer?  Well, Manbug's birthday is on Monday and I'm trying to be a hero by scoring him the still-elusive iPad-2.  Sigh ... can you even believe that this thing has been out for weeks and there are still lines every morning for them?  I so don't get it ... see what a girl will do in the name of love?!


Part of my Wednesday horror show was learning that the iPad-2 is still in high demand and that I might not get one before the big day - the sweet baby-faced Apple employee must have been snickering to himself as I sauntered in at 11:30 looking for an iPad.  The line starts at 7am and we only have a few each day, he said.   Good luck.  Armed with the tip, I still failed to get here early enough the next day and ended up at the back of the line - thus, I was not rewarded with a golden ticket ... but today?  Third time's a charm!  They came out of the store at 8:10 to give away tickets for the number of iPads in stock and to send everyone else packing.  Today there were 9 iPad 2's to be had and guess who the ninth person in line was?!  Oh yeah ... that's what I'm talkin' about!  So today I have a golden ticket in my pocket and a big smile on my face.  Wahooooo!  The nine of us are waiting outside the door to pay for our iPads when the store opens.  Thank goodness for the free wifi at Apple so I can report about my victory immediately, right?!



Happy Happy Birthday to my sweet and wonderful Manbug ... my own personal computer superhero ... love ya' like a scooby snack, babe ...

Friday, April 1, 2011

the bronx zoo cobra ...



If it's completely absurd, chances are I'm intrigued - I find incredible humor in random things.  Like fugitive snakes with twitter accounts.  Have you guys been following the story of the cobra that escaped from the Bronx Zoo last week in NYC? The snake was missing for 6 days before being found just a few yards away from her cage yesterday, and to tell you the truth I'm a little sad she's been found because some very clever person had opened a twitter account for the snake under the name @BronxZoosCobra ... and there were some absolutely hilarious updates from the snake during her week on the run in NYC ...















... needless to say, @BronxZoosCobra went viral and gained over 200,000 followers - not to mention the facebook campaign to get the cobra to host Saturday Night Live this weekend ... I'm not even on twitter, but these updates were pure genius and really kept me smiling all week ... was anyone else following this too?

Oh well, all's well that ends well ... happy weekending everyone ...

Monday, March 28, 2011

thank you ...

I could sit here writing all morning long and still never come up with the right words to thank everyone who rallied to help me after my meltdown 18 days ago.  You guys put so much reflection into your words as you commented - so much support - so much kindness - so much encouragement.  And then the vigilance ... folks coming back after 2 weeks of silence to check in and make sure I was ok ... in short, I am blessed with some really amazing friends here in blogland and I can't thank you enough for the life-ring that each one of you threw out to me ... I truly mean it when I say thank you ... thank you so much ...


My silence was never meant to be this long, but I really needed to take a step back.  My pace had been way too busy and the hamster wheel I was on in Jan/Feb/and early March had begun to spark flames - and I just plain ole' burned out.  Fortunately for my sanity, our school uses a trimester system - and the 3 trimesters are divided by two 2-week vacations, one at the holidays and the other in March.  Mercifully, their 2-week March Break began the day after I posted "freaking out" ... cue the sound of a deep yoga breath.   Every March, I leave with my girls for their 2-week break and go home.  My home.  Home to Florida to be with my mother, my brother and his beautiful wife and baby, and our amazing 91 year old grandmother.  When I arrive, I take that deep yoga breath and know in my heart that I am truly home.  I smell it, I feel it, I love it.  And it seems as though my little ladybug does too ...


When we go each year, it isn't about the sunshine, the beach, or the tourist attractions (though I admit those are some pretty sweet perks!).  It's about being home, plain and simple.  We sleep late - we run errands - we ride bikes - we hit the mall - we go to the local hole-in-the-wall for dinner - all in the comfort and familiarity of being "home".  No better prescription for filling your heart!  Every day as we zipped around town, we passed the hospital where I was born, the house I grew up in, the church I attended, the school I went to, the canal where I collected my pet snails, the 7-11 where I got my slurpees - heck, even Doc's, the soft serve ice cream stand, is still there ... how wonderful is that?  Very wonderful, let me assure you ...

image from here

Unfortunately, it seems to get harder and harder each year to say goodbye.  Booooo.  But indeed my heart is replenished.  We came back on Friday and used this whole last weekend to get settled before this morning brought the hamster wheel back into motion - so at least we're off to a strong and balanced start for the final trimester!  I took a look at my blog feed as I sat down and see that I've missed quite a bit around here - 18 days have produced a whole lot of updates from everyone - wow!  I'm looking forward to catching up with you guys, my bloggy partners, my peeps, my friends ... thank you ;-)

Thursday, March 10, 2011

freaking out ...



I had lunch with my bloggy-turned-real pal swooper last week and we, of course, got to talking about blogging.  So much to say here.  We talked about the reasons we blog, blogs that we both follow, what we envision for our own blogs, privacy issues - so so much ...

I love her perspective because swooper and I have very different blogs.  Swooper is truly an author.  An author who has a very clever way with words.  Her stories and observations on motherhood and everyday life are hilarious - she sees the world with a very dry sense of humor, which I adore.  It's like being friends with Erma Bombeck.  As for my blog, it's simply a journal for me to jot down our happenings from week to week, because otherwise I'd forget (wish I'd been blogging from the start - I already feel as though so much of my ladybugs' childhood has been blurred by time ... deep sigh).  Overall, I've really enjoyed the journaling aspect of it - and, amazingly, a few folks out there in blogland must too because I've actually found friends along the way.  In fact, I've "met" some really wonderful folks through blogging, and if you're here reading, you're one of them!  I've enjoyed your conversation, your different perspectives, your sympathetic ears, your recipes and ideas, and the whole collaborative spirit among my tiny circle of blog friends.  It's what I love most about blogging, which is kind of funny because it's the one thing I never ever anticipated.

So what do I love the least about blogging?  For me, it's mainly the time factor.  Never enough hours in day, right?  Kim once said that she blogs as the result of being very good at "researching, gathering, and procrastinating".  Man, did those words ever hit home with me.  They are completely true of me.  It exposed a nerve that was already rumbling inside.  I am 110% guilty of being a champion procrastinator and yes, I'm also a noted researcher and gatherer as well.  Often to the point of paralysis.  But lately I'm noticing that the time I spend on blogs is at the expense of so much more - the emails I should be returning, the laundry, the bills, whatever.  It's become a procrastination tool for me.  Ouch.  A quick 'check-in' in blogland can easily turn into an hour of my time.  Or more.  And don't even get me started on how long it can take me to post something of my own, particularly if I'm linking up ... the editing process alone is a labor of love as I nitpick every. single. word.  And, oh yeah, the photos.  Oy.

So what am I to do?!  On the one hand, I love the friends I've found here and I actually wish that I had more time to spend on my blog.  With more time, I could have actually participated in the Joy of Love seminar I signed up for (doing 4 out of 28 assignments (and only posting 2) = fail).  With more time, I could really start to figure out the mechanics of blogging and design a great header and layout, and I could learn how to edit photos in Picasa or Picnik or whatever it is those of you with cool photo effects and fun headers do.  I could participate in more link-up parties (sorry, Jen D, I've missed your last 2 in spite of the great topics!).  Maybe I could even become more of an author à la swooper ... last week she reminded me that when we first met I had envisioned this blog as a place to vent about my "in real life" life in this often ridiculous small town of ours.  I once wrote about that vision here, but it turns out that finding the time to gather my thoughts and write them into story like that is just about never.  Because, after all, I have an "in real life" life.

Which brings me back to the other side of the coin ... the time I already spend here!  My god, the things that could have been accomplished in the same amount of time!  I've been struggling a lot with this balance lately.  Can you tell I've hit the wall?!  I have such a busy, crazy, overcommitted life as it is ... do I really have room for blogging in all of that?  Swooper and I also discussed a handful of other miscellaneous negatives as well ... issues like privacy.  Obviously, Swooper doesn't use her own name - nor does she ever post a single image of her kids - her brilliant words carry her entire blog.  Without my photos, my blog would be nothing - they're how I tell my stories.  But via blogging I now have photos of my kids in a public space on the internet and isn't that a no-no?  It's what our school is telling my 6th grader, anyway - and that even applies to password-protected sites like facebook!  I've heard a lot lately about photos being encoded with GPS info, so evidently a clever stalker could find us right here at the house if they wanted to.  Great.  Before I learned about encoded photos, my worst nightmare was receiving a hurtful or creepy anonymous comment - now I need to worry about nutcases showing up at my house?

Clearly, I'm overthinking.  And freaking out.  I go back and forth from wanting to expand my blogging all the way to wanting to take it all down and walk away.  Are these thoughts familiar to anyone else?  Can anyone talk me off the ledge or is my freak-out justified?  Bloggy friends, help a sister out!



Monday, March 7, 2011

weekending ...

Since you know from my last post how full our schedule's been these past 10 days or so, I'm going to reeeeally try my best this time to let go of the words and go totally Pam-style on this one ...

Aladdin ...
Stumbled through a few tiny but hilarious mishaps on Thursday's opening night.
Went off without a hitch on Friday night.
Ice cream Cast Party for the hard working middle school cast and crew.
Another great year for the drama group ...
Great first year, big ladybug!

(phone photo from afar - ugh)

Skate Show ...
 8am Dress Rehearsal
Opening numbers
Group routines
Closing numbers
Professional photographs
Quiet Saturday night (phew!)
Sunday sleep-in
Pancake breakfast
Showtime!

Big ladybug skates a Hannah Montana number with her glitzy purple group ...



Little ladybug skates a Lilo & Stitch number with her Hawaiian themed group ...



random sidebar: thank goodness for the Manbug snapping photos from the audience - otherwise I would have seen next to nothing, as I was a "group mom" in charge of getting 18 Hawaiian maidens on and off the ice at the far end of the rink (that equals 36 skate guards to get on and off each skate as they enter the ice - just in case you're wondering).  Sadly, the folks at the arena did not take down the hockey glass or netting (which you can see on our pics), but if that was the only bummer of the day, then things went well!

Roaring applause
Flowers and hugs
Smiley goodbyes
Another skate season has officially closed


Fondue dinner
Just Dance Wii
Sunday Sundaes
America's Funniest Home Videos
 Aaaaah, the sweet comfort of bedtime ...
What a weekend!