Archive - 2010

Hiking

We’ve got lots of hiking trails here in the Rocky Mountains.  There are two located less than 5 minutes away from our house. But this post has absolutely nothing to do with them!

Nope, this is about the Irish Hiking Scarf and matching Irish Hiking Hat I made for Philip.

Remember the pink cabled beret I made last year?  Well, I’d never knit cables before, so I wanted something simple to learn and practice on.  So I started the Irish Hiking Scarf.  Once I figured out that cables are not nearly has difficult as they seem, I put the scarf away and made my hat.

I knit a bunch of other things after that, then finally returned to the scarf in October-ish.  I finished it quickly, then started a matching hat.  The hat also only took a couple of weeks, which amounts to maybe 6 hours of total knitting time.

But I was never able to get a picture of either of them because by the time Philip got home from work wearing them, it was dark.  But the other day he was home around lunch time and I made him model his knit wear.

Behold!

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The cool thing about the hat is that the cabled band is double thickness so it keeps your ears nice and toasty!

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The pattern for the scarf can be found here for free: Irish Hiking Scarf The matching hat pattern is also free and is found here:  Irish Hiking Hat

Happy Fat Choy!

Well, would you look at that!  Today is both Valentine’s Day and Chinese New Year. Lots of red to go around, firecrackers, hearts, candy and lion dancers.  Party like it’s 1999!

It’s the Year of the Tiger, which is Boo’s year, which means he’s turning 12 this year.  (If that doesn’t strike the fear of God into you, I don’t know what will.) Some of the characteristics of a Tiger are:

Tigers do not find worth in power or money. They will be completely honest about how they feel and expect the same of you. On the other hand, they seek approval from peers and family. Generally, because of their charming personalities Tigers are well liked. Often, failing at a given task or being unproductive in his personal or professional life can cause a Tiger to experience a depression. Criticism from loved ones can also generate this type of Tiger reaction. Still, like all felines, Tigers always land on their feet, ready for their next act in life, pursuing it with unyielding energy and hunting it infallibly.

Tigers are also incorrigibly competitive – they simply cannot pass up a challenge, especially when honor is at stake, or they are protecting those they love. Tigers are unpredictable and it would be unwise to underestimate their reactions. They may appear cool, but they have the Big Cat’s instincts to pounce at a moment’s warning. Natural leaders, they have a strong sense of their own dignity, and if they find themselves in the ranks, they can be stubborn and obstinate. In positions of power they can be difficult though stimulating bosses. Tigers are intelligent, alert, and farsighted. They have their fingers on the pulse. Good strategists and tacticians, they often have a hidden agenda. As long as they do not risk their luck too often, and keep their restless nature under control, their tactics usually pay off in life.

You can read the rest here: Chinese Horoscopes-The Tiger

We tried to get Chinese food for dinner, but our favorite restaurant had gone out of business and by the time we’d figured it out, it was getting late and we just hauled out the left-overs.  Not exactly festive, ethnic or romantic, but what can you do?

Meanwhile, we’ve been hooked on the Olympics.  I’ve been enjoying the skiing in  particular because I’ve actually skied the slopes of Whistler, where the competition is being held.  Of course, I stayed off the black diamond runs unless I was skiing with my dad.  He had a habit of accidentally stumbling on those expert hills.  Looking back, I wonder how accidental it really was.

I’m by no means an expert skier.  And I hate moguls.  But I actually look amazingly like those mogul skiers, except that they are in perfect control, executing each move with the precision that comes from years of training.  I, on the other hand, am completely out of control and wildly flinging myself down the mountain in an effort to just stay alive long enough to get some hot chocolate.  You know how those racers raise their arms in victory at the end of a successful run?  I look exactly like that too, at the end of a mogul hill.  Except I’m screaming, “aaaaaaaaah!”

I haven’t skied in years.

On another Olympian note, one of our parishioners is at the Olympics as part of the US Hockey team.  I’m not sure if he’s a coach or a player.

After watching coverage of the poor luger from Georgia, I told my children, “Now you know why I won’t let you sled on ice.”  They nodded solemnly and said, “Good point.”

As we were watching the Opening Ceremonies, when the Chinese team marched in Boo said, “Hey, that guy that looks like Daddy!”  I said, “Dude, they ALL look like Daddy.”  To which Pumpkin Girl replied, “It’s like a whole parade of our relatives!”

And totally unrelated to the Olympics, Valentine’s Day or Chinese New Year…

Sometimes I screen my calls, especially during school time or when I’m in the middle of a computer game blogging.  But the other day my caller ID said “St. Francis of Assisi.”  I thought I’d better answer that one.

Five Minute Bread

I love homemade bread!  Actually, I love all carbs, but that’s another story.

We used to make  bread in the bread machine all the time.  Philip was actually quite good at it and made a yummy cinnamon bread that the two of us could finish off in a day or two.  That was before we had children.  Now we’d have to share was those little vultures.

Alas, our homemade bread-making days came to an end when I was pregnant with Pumpkin Girl and the very smell of baking bread made me ill.  I get a Super Sensor Nose when I’m pregnant – I once walked by a store display of Easter chocolate and could smell the chocolate right through the boxes.  So that was the end of the bread making.

We never really got back into it after my nose returned to normal.  With 2 little kids I just never found the time.  The bread machine was given away at some point and we made due with store bought.

I keep wanting to get back to it, but just never did.  Then after a vague conversation with my mom about a starter dough in the fridge that isn’t really sourdough and a chance blog post – I realized I’d stumbled on my answer.

Why didn’t anyone tell me about Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day! Apparently the book has been around for a while and I just totally missed the boat.  It really is as easy as it sounds, with no fancy equipment or hard to find ingredients. Not even any kneading!  I even mixed the dough by hand with ease.

Here’s my first loaf:

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Kind of small, but I attribute that to living at high altitude. Sort of funny shaped, too, but that was my fault. As small as it looks, the whole loaf easily fed our family of five. (We had it with spaghetti, not as sandwiches.)  We had 2 slices left over, which didn’t last the night. (I won’t mention the little piggy who at the last slices as dessert. ahem)  I went to the authors’ blog and found a couple of very easy adjustments to make for the higher altitude.

I made another loaf a couple of days later from the same batch of dough.  I shaped it better, but I can’t show you because we scarfed it down before I could take a picture.  But it was just as yummy as the first loaf.

I can’t believe it – I’m back in homemade bread heaven!

Mad About the Mouse

We’re a little crazy for Disney around here.  That’s putting it mildly.

It seems that everywhere you look in our house, you can find that iconic Mouse in red, black and yellow.

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So that after awhile, we start seeing Mickey everywhere!

mickey-carDoesn’t this car look suspiciously familiar?  Go ahead, scroll up to my watch…and back to the car.  You see it, too!

I’d say we need help, but we refuse to admit that we have a problem.

But if you’d like to stage an intervention, may I suggest holding it at the Disneyland Hotel?

(And let’s not even mention what’s going on in the bathroom…)
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Seasonal

I first encountered the phrase “seasons of life” a few years ago.  Before then it just wasn’t something used by the people I knew.  Maybe it’s a regional thing.  But once I heard it, I liked how nicely it fit with so many things.

In many ways, it gave me permission to prioritize my life in a way that would best suit my family. For example, I have been a Girl Scout leader for three straight years.  Pumpkin Girl really likes me being a leader and I like it, too.  But now, in this season of my life, I need a break.  I need to focus on other things.  It is OK for me not to be a GS leader (I say to myself) because what Pumpkin needs from me right now is to be a ballet mom.  (That’s like a soccer mom, but you know, with miniature ballerinas with buns and pink tights in the back of the minivan, not sweaty soccer players.)

Sometimes life seasons are long, other seasons are short.

Funny enough, blogging seems to be seasonal for me, too.  I’d love to be one of those bloggers who blog daily (or more!), but that never seems to work out for me.  I don’t know where my time goes every day – it’s like I wake up, eat lunch, then go to bed.  The days fly by.  It just hasn’t been a season for blogging lately.  I haven’t even gotten around to changing my blog header to one more…seasonally appropriate.

But the good news is, I feel a change of seasons coming on…

In Which I Hit A Milestone

So, yes, Tuesday was my birthday.  I’m 40 now, can you believe it?  I can’t.

My day was less than stellar.  Not because I turned 40, but just a variety of things failed to be.  It was a mildly difficult day, but since it was my one day to be completely self involved (well, not really), it was not so good.

For one, I had to make dinner.  Boo had to fill a Cub Scout requirement that night, so we couldn’t go out.  I slaved over my favorite dinner – Chicken Pot Pie and felt very sorry for myself.

Some good things did happen – one of which was a phone call from one of my 8 Friends Named Jen.  She left me a message in which she sang “Happy Birthday” and wished me well and then at the very end remembered to tell me who she was.  Made me smile.

And my grandparents sent me flowers!  The whole concept of someone ringing the doorbell and handing over flowers was baffling to the children.  “How did ‘they’ know it was your birthday?” Boo asked.  “The flowers are from Grandma Honey and Papa T.  They were there when I was born,” I explained.  I think Boo is still trying to figure out how the flowers got from California to here.

Here’s the flowers –

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My day recovered after a call from my friend Tami, followed by chocolate cake, cards from the children and presents.

This is from my parents:

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Sadly, it does not make julienne fries, but it is very cool nonetheless.

From Philip and the children:

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We did go out to dinner on Wednesday, so that was good.  I’ve been trying to convince Philip that it’s not so much a birth day as 40 Days of Celebrations, but he’s not buying it.

I Return

I seemed to have forgotten all about my blog last week.  Actually, it was there at the back of mind, nagging me.  Poor, neglected blog.  Alas, Philip was gone last week, leaving me with all the burden of being Solely Responsible.  Plus, anything that was truly blog-worthy had to do with him being absent, a fact I did not want to share at the time.

And so here I am.  And why does my blog still have its Christmas theme going on?

So while Philip was off doing whatever it is that he gets paid the big bucks to do, I practiced great feats of strength known as single parenthood.

That Monday was, of course, the one day out of the month when ballet and scouts collide.  I dropped Pumpkin Girl off at ballet, then returned home to feed the boys.  Forty minutes later I dropped off Boo at his scout meeting, then headed back to the dance studio for Pumpkin.  Back home to feed her, then back out to pick up Boo.  All the while eyeing (eying?) the gas gauge and wondering why Philip had left me with only a 1/4 tank of gas.

‘Cause you know, far be it from me to actually pump my own gas.

Wednesday afternoon was a gift, with all three children off at Religious Education classes.  I had precisely 1 hour and 5 minutes of quiet.  Bliss, I tell you!

By the end of the week, one toilet was clogged, the house key no longer worked on one of the doors, I ran out of decaf coffee and for some reason, my coffee cups no longer found their way to the dishwasher like usual, but instead remained next to the  computer.  Puzzling.

I did manage to color my hair, rearrange my bedroom closet, find a table cloth at Goodwill for $2 and get most of the Christmas decorations put away.

(Did you notice I have completely avoided mention of the Impending Doom of My Advancing Age? I’m in denial)

Out With the Old

Well, I guess it’s time.  Time to change my picture that appears in my sidebar.  Afterall, the old picture is 5 years old and I’m approaching a Major Milestone Birthday this month.

I like the old picture.  You can read the story behind it here: The Haircut. But I guess it’s time to let it go.

So I had a little photo session with myself in the bathroom mirror and behold…the me that is me today.

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Epiphany Blessing

3kingsEven though Epiphany was celebrated in church last Sunday, the original, official date is January 6th.  (Remember back in the day when Epiphany was a holy day and it seemed like we were constantly in church from Dec 25 through January 6?)  So if you haven’t already done your house blessing, it’s not too late!

Epiphany Blessing

All make the Sign of the Cross.

Head of Household: “Peace be to this house and to all who dwell here, in the name of the Lord.

All: Blessed be God forever.

Reader: In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things come to be through him, and without him nothing came to be….. And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we saw his glory, the glory as of the Father’s only Son, full of grace and truth. (John 1:1-3.14)

Above the entryway to your house, write with chalk:

20 + C + M + B + 10

(This is the initials of the three magi -Caspar, Melchior and Balthasar – with the numerals of the new year surrounding them. C, M, B can also be interpreted as the Latin phrase “Christus mansionem benedicat” which means “Christ bless this house”.)

All: Lord God of heaven and earth, you revealed your only begotten Son to every nation by the guidance of a star. Bless this house and all who inhabit it. May we be blessed with health, goodness of heart, gentleness and the keeping of your law. Fill us with the light of Christ, that our love for each other may go out to all. We ask this through Christ our Lord. Amen.

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