Author - Lorri

Is It Fall Yet?

I love Fall, I really do.  The crisp, cool air is such a welcome change from the hot, heavy air summer.   The drop in temperature energizes me and I almost look forward to being outside.  Spending the morning at the soccer field makes for a great time, even if Boo’s team did suffer one of the most spectacular losses ever.  Well, maybe not ever, ever, but certainly in his short almost 9 years.  He bore it well, though.

So it’s been a bit hard on me to be watching the leaves change while the temperature hovers around 80 degrees.  What’s up with that?  I’ll tell you.  It’s me, again.  Last week, right after the temps dropped into the 60’s, I made a pumpkin spice cake.  It was everything Fall: spicy and sweet and topped with powdered sugar.  You wanted to get out a blanket and turn on the heater just smelling it.  Well, me baking that cake promptly sent the temperatures soaring.  Sorry.

I don’t know what it is about Fall, really.  I grew up in Santa Barbara, where the seasons are Warm and Not As Warm As Before.  The trees are always green and it never rains in the summer.  Somehow, though, I remember shuffling through the leaves in October and November.  It makes me smile to think about it.

Some things just go with Fall.  Pumpkins, mums and leaves, of course.  I’ve got plenty of those.  Pumpkin bread, soups and apple cider are must-haves, too.  But if the temperature is too hot, well, they just sort of loose their appeal.  Maybe if I crank up the air conditioner a little more…

pumpkintureen-1.jpgIn an effort to enjoy the slightly lower temperature today -it’s only going to be 73!- I’m making soup and cornbread for dinner.   In theory, since we’ll be coming home from church as the sun is setting, it should be cooler and coming in to a soup dinner should be comforting.  Especially when the soup is served in my new pumpkin tureen.  In theory.

If the temperatures goes back up to the 80s, you can thank me and my soup.

The Perfect Post

I had the perfect post all composed and ready to type out this morning. (Did you know there’s even an award for that?) It was witty and upbeat, interesting and insightful. It was relevant to the times and on point to many a topic. The problem is, it was written at approximately 6:55 in the morning and I was still pretty much asleep at the time. (I’m not a morning person, ok?) In fact, I fell completely back to sleep to the sounds of the Jack Diamond Morning Show on my clock radio and woke up about 10 minutes later when Phil returned from his Cross Fit workout.

And I don’t even remember what my blog topic was. In fact, I didn’t remember that I had written something in my head until I sat down at the computer this morning at 8:30. All I remember is feeling pretty darn smug about already knowing what I was going to blog about today.

Alas, it was not meant to be.

So I will leave you with the Soccer Gem of the Week, as brought to you by Boo’s assistant coach:

Shoot the ball where the goalie isn’t.

Guilty!

Waltzing Matilda has kindly provided me with today’s blog topic.  She asks, what is your guilty pleasure.

I have two, actually.  The first is an anthology of romantic Christmas stories .  That link isn’t to the exact book I have, but one in the same series.  Simple stories of love at Christmas time.  I read them every year.  I’m sappy that way.

My other guilty pleasure is, and I can’t believe I’m going to put this in writing and publish it on the internet, is the movie Center Stage.  The plot is predictable, the acting and writing passable, and I could do without some of the colorful language, but the dancing, oh the dancing!   I watch this movie every time Philip is out of town.  It’s the perfect movie to knit by, since I can focus on my project for most of the movie and take a break to watch the dance scenes.  I actually own the DVD.

So there, I’ve said it.  Hopefully your image of me has not suffered too greatly, but if you feel you can no longer read my blog, well, I’ll understand.  But I’ve just got to have my dance movie.

So, as Matilda asked, what’s your guilty pleasure?

All In the Family

Last Halloween our whole family got into the spirit of things and we went as this famous family:

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Mr and Mrs Incredible, Violet, Dash and Jack-Jack.

It started off with Boo wanting to be Dash, then we realized that with her long, black hair and big eyes, Pumpkin Girl was the definitive Violet.  But it was Bip as Jack-Jack that really pulled the whole thing off.

So we had quite the discussion of what to go as this year.  After the unforgiving Elastigirl costume, I wasn’t too thrilled with being anything less than a pumpkin this time.  But more creative heads prevailed and we have our family costumes selected and bought.

Any guesses?  I’ll give you a couple of clues.  It’s a family, but far from a traditional one.  One of the children has to be someone that isn’t related to the rest of us, but is related to the theme.  If you know me in real life, you probably already know – so keep it quiet.  But the rest of you – leave me a comment with your best guess as to our family’s costumes!

Dang Squirrels

This morning I had this charming fall display:
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Our home has come under its annual pumpkin infestation and I was getting ready to blog about it and how Bip walks around saying, “Mama!  Puhhn-kin!  Two Puhhn-Kin!  Ghost!  Wooooo-ooo!”   But then…

Today when we returned from dance class and found this:
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What happened to the other pumpkin? I asked my neighbor, who happened to be outside, if she had any “extra” pumpkins on her porch. Not that her kids had stolen our pumpkin or anything.  Like me, she has a 2 year old and you know how they get.  But nope, no extra pumpkins on her porch. She suggested that maybe squirrels  had gotten to it, because they’d been eating the pumpkins and gourds she had on her porch and outdoor table.  I guess it’s possible, but could a squirrel carry off a pumpkin?

Then we walked closer to our door and saw this:
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Argh!  Dang squirrels!  They not only moved the pumpkin, they ate it!  Here’s the whole scene of the crime, to give you an idea how far the pumpkin was moved:
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You can see the rest of the pumpkins to the far left, then the purloined  pumpkin snack on the far right.  I would have loved to see the varmint in question trying to move it!  And isn’t that a lovely rusty pole right in the middle of the walkway!

I guess the heat is making the squirrels crazy.  We’re just trying to have a little fall festivity and it’s like 92 degrees out and the squirrels are eating the decorations.  It’s the end of the world, people.  You heard it here first.

Finally Finished!

I finally finished this sweater vest for Boo.  He picked out the color himself, it’s more of a maroon than a red.  I think he may have a  genetic predisposition towards USC.  It’s a pretty simple and therefore kind of boring pattern, which is why it’s taken me something like 9 months to make it.  I think I shaped the back of the next incorrectly, but it got hidden in the seam.  Have I mentioned that I really hate picking up stitches around a collar?  Almost as much as I hate casting off in pattern. But it’s done and it’s cute and both Boo and I are pretty happy with the results.

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It’s made from Rowan Wool Cotton and it’s soft and yummy.  My next project will be a hat for Bip.  I’m hoping to take only a couple of weeks at the most on that one.

The Blessing of the Pets

…or Why It’s Fun to Be Catholic.

st-francis.gifToday, October 4th, is the Feast of St. Francis.  It is a tradition in many parishes to have a blessing of the pets on this day.  Last year we dragged the whole hermit crab terrarium to church to have all the crabs blessed.  Now we’re down to only one crab, but Boo and Pumpkin Girl were anxious to have her blessed.

We almost didn’t make it, as Swirly the Crab was trying to dig herself into the sand and one should really leave burrowing crabs alone.  It makes them crabby if you don’t. I checked her again right before we would have needed to leave and she was out, cruising around the tank.  So I rounded up the children, put the crab into a plastic bowl and out the door we went.

Except for Swirly, all the other pets were dogs.  Last year there were a couple of cats and a rabbit, too.  Anyway, we said St. Francis’ prayer and listened to a reading from Genesis about God creating the animals.  I had to smile at the mention of the “crawling things” as Swirly tried to get out of the bowl.

A little sprinkling of holy water and a quick prayer over each pet and we were done.  They had treats for the dogs, but of course, they didn’t have any hermit crab snacks.  Swirly was treated to some coconut when we got home.

As for why I refer to Swirly as a “she” – well, she’s the crab Pumpkin Girl picked out and everything Pumpkin owns is a girl.  Of course.

Prayer of St. Francis

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury,pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen

Picture of the Week

My actual life has been getting in the way of my blogging lately, so in an effort to post anything this week, I’ll share with you Bip’s latest creation. It’s a little piece that he calls “Car-Car Choo Choo.”

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 He also wants me to point out to you that he is wearing his “Car-Car Moozy” shirt (that’s “Car Movie”, for those of you that don’t speak Bip) and that he’s been carrying that shirt around like a security blanket for two days.

And since we’re speaking of Bip,  if you ask him what his name is, he’ll happily tell you, “Me!”  How cute is that?

Folklorico Lessons

folklorico.jpgOk, so Boo and Pumpkin Girl are both taking ballet folklorico lessons. I’m sure you’ve seen Mexican folk dancing before, at least on TV. I grew up enjoying various folklorico companies perform at the fiesta in Santa Barbara. I was even a flower girl. But somehow, it never occurred to me or my parents to have me take folklorico lessons.

So all these years later, I have children who are at the right age to start lessons AND we live in a city large enough to actually have folklorico companies. Late last summer I sent out a couple of emails, asking about lessons for Pumpkin Girl. Neither company responded to me, so she started ballet classes instead, which is what she really wanted.

Then out of the blue, last August, I got an email informing me of the upcoming annual auditions for one of the company. Pumpkin Girl was excited to go, especially when I reminded her of the big beautiful dresses that the girls wear. The email encouraged boys to come along, too. Just for fun, I asked Boo if he wanted to go to the audition. Surprisingly, he said yes! He was hoping to learn the dance with the machetes.

Off to the auditions we went. It was less an audition than it was a “try it” class, and both children had a great time. One of the moms there sold me some new folklorico shoes for Pumpkin. If you’ve seen any folklorico performances, you’ll notice that they seem to do a lot of stomping. Part of that is the wooden stage they perform on, part of if is that that toes and heels of the shoes are embedded with a ton of nail heads.

Boo’s shoes took a little longer to get. First of all, we can’t buy them locally. Second, he’s got a very small foot and most of the places would have had to special order his size. Poor Boo was feeling very self-conscious not having the right shoes and not being able to make any noise while dancing in his tennis shoes. He would come home complaining of sore feet because he’d been stomping. But the correct boots have been obtained and in his words, he’s “gone from not making any noise at all to being the loudest!”

I searched around the internet looking for folklorico videos to share with the children. They particularly liked this one, which you will know as the Mexican hat dance.

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