Thursday, March 01, 2007

Dogged Pursuit

Bumped into India today, who lives in the house west of us, and described the plight of the neighbors' dog to the east.

She'd also noticed the dog's ribs and deteriorating health, but didn't know the neighbors were gone (tomorrow will be 2 weeks). Since I checked Tuesday, someone untied the dog so it's able to roam around the back yard. Thank heavens.

India called Animal Control and they said they'd send someone by. I stayed outside for a couple of hours pulling weeds in hopes of talking to the officer, but I didn't see anyone.

India got a call later, saying AC had gone by and the dog had food in its bowl. The officer described the dog's condition as "borderline" and said to call again if the dog becomes unresponsive. Otherwise, they can't/won't do anything. And after four calls, they may be getting tired of hearing about it.

I put out more water which the dog lapped up. India donated some dog food to the cause and we commiserated over the fence about how to keep the dog fed and watered until its owners come back.

India came up with this:



Duct tape, dog dish, two coat hangers and some ingenuity equals a retractable bowl, suitable for clandestine feedings.

Road Tripping

Yesterday I kept my friend Mary company on the long drive to Houston for a doctor's appointment.

I'd never been out of the Valley going northeast so it was an interesting ride--from the one lane construction luge in Edinburg to the two-lane roads on the way to Corpus Christi and Victoria to the interstate into Houston proper. The retail and the restaurants on the outskirts of Houston made me drool. (Which makes me think, Seriously, ME, you're getting all excited about driving by good retail? The answer: Yes, yes, OMG, yes!)

Mary mentioned there's a Border Patrol checkpoint in Falfurias, which is easily a 90-minute drive from the border itself. This checkpoint throws a wrench in the YW leaving the Valley for Girl's Camp. Apparently, some YW, parents or advisors aren't in the U.S. legally and can't get through the checkpoint coming or going.

This led to an interesting discussion about "We believe in being subject to the laws of the land" vs If God is no respecter of persons, does that include immigration status? And can we be united as a body of believers if some folks get bent out of shape about illegal immigrants in the ward/stake?

We got into Houston early, so we stopped for Chinese food before the Dr. appointment. After a 45-minute wait (a phenomenon not confined to the RGV), Mary was called back to wait another 45 minutes before being seen by a doctor other than the one she'd made an appointment with. The pinch-hitter was unsympathetic, unhelpful, prescribed meds Mary already tried and told her to come back in 6 months. That's all.

The palpable disappointment and frustration made the drive home seem twice as long. After we got out of the city, I offered to take the wheel. Mary was spent emotionally and physically, so it was the least I could do. We were less chatty on the way back, both from fatigue and the let-down. Once home, I posted my column and went to bed.

This morning, I got an email from Mary thanking me for going with her and apologizing for crying and being weak. I wrote back and said there was nothing to apologize for--she was just being human. Like the Kleenex commercial says, tears don't compromise strength.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Breaking News

We're getting a Cost Plus World Market in November!

The Weslaco Chamber of Commerce is hosting the 18th annual Onionfest on March 24!

Mike just woke up from a jet lag-induced 8-hour nap!

I've predicted wrongly on almost every Ocsar!

Someone HAS been at the neighbors' house because now that poor dog is tied to the porch posts, far far away from where I can give it supplemental water or food. Called Animal Control again!

I bought a pair of turquoise cowboy boots!

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Internal Babel

Yesterday's gluttony is causing an international incident in my belly. Nothing eruptive, just a general feeling of ookiness all day long.

I did get out of the house long enough to drop off a copy of the newspaper and printouts of my last column at Anita's Antiques as promised. Anita said she's already had one new customer stop in because of the column. Yay!

The Monitor is still publicizing the Valley Girl column with outdated/broken links--something I've pointed out three times already. Grrr. I hope they get it ironed out by next week.

Going to put my queasy self to bed now.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Foodgasm

I went to the Chamber of Commerce 6th Annual International Food Festival tonight and boy, am I stuffed! For $15 at the door, it was all you could eat and drink (including beer, wine and alkapop) courtesy of 30 restaurants--both local and from across the border.

I called my friend, Peggy, to see if she wanted to go with me. Got her answering machine--but I ran into her there. Our stomachs think alike.

My first stop was Thai Red Chili's, the subject of last week's Valley Girl post. After that, I had A Taste of India (knee-knockingly good) and Cabrito's Nuevo Leon. I generally skipped the chain restaurants (Tony Roma's, Outback Steakhouse, Taco Palenque and Hooters) in favor of restaurants I hadn't tried.

Johnny Carinos had a spicy sausage bowtie pasta with sundried tomatoes. As I tried to find a place to stand and devour, I saw Tupinamba's booth. Score!

Tupinamba is a restaurant in Reynosa--one recommended highly by Scott of Dallasfood.org. We were going to go with the kids, but I got sick; they went to Reynosa without me but skipped Tupinamba. Serious mistake, the latter.

I tried all the dishes at their booth--delectable ribs, tender chicken in a green chile sauce, beef in a spicy red sauce and a dense meat in another savory sauce--maybe some kind of organ meat. Between bites I stood there telling myself out loud how great it was. I almost started evangelizing to passersby, it was that good.

Right then, I spotted Peggy and called her over. Finished my plate and steered her toward the Tupinamba booth and later to the Thai booth where she went all googly-eyed over the mussaman curry.

We hung around until they announced the contest winners; Tony Roma's and some gordita place were a hit with the judges. But the People's Choice award went to (drumroll...) Thai Red Chili's! I was ever so thrilled--and hoped my online review pointed a few more people in their direction.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

NEXT!

I waited nearly 2 months to get an appointment with the OB/GYN a friend recommended. I stopped by the office Monday so they could copy my insurance card ahead of time.

I've heard horror stories about wait times in doctors' offices around here. I showed up 10 minutes early with my paperwork filled out. I brought a book to keep me occupied and my California protocol: if I don't get in to see the Dr within 30 minutes of my appointment, I complain and reschedule. My time is valuable, too.

Today, I waited 40 minutes before approaching the receptionist who said I was "next." How long is "next" in minutes?

Shortly thereafter, I was called in to talk to a nurse who said the Dr was running late because of a delivery and there were three other patients before me. I told the nurse I appreciated the unpredictable nature of their work, but when they're backed up like today, they should let their patients know.

I asked the receptionist for a new appointment--first of the day or first after lunch. The soonest opening: April 30. The nurse told me to call ahead to do my intake over the phone and avoid the wait for that.

On one hand, I feel good about not caving to the cultural bullshit of indefinite waits at RGV doctors offices. OTOH, I'm another two months away from getting answers and dealing with health issues. I guess that gives me time to shop around for other providers. Still, it was a disappointing introduction to the local health care system.

Not Loving Our Neighbors

The neighbors on the east side of us are renters. We don't see much of them or their two kids, just comings and goings and the occasional fiesta.

We called the police one night when an impromptu party in their driveway (which is 15 feet from our bedroom window) at 11:00 pm on a Wednesday prevented us from going to sleep. So far, it's been a one-time thing.

More bothersome: they neglect their pets. They have a sweet, friendly cat who sleeps in our bushes and keeps us company in the yard. Their dog is less friendly. (If I spent my life chained to a tree, I'd be in a bad mood, too). She has become more emaciated the past few months and no longer barks when I'm in the yard.

What makes me hopping mad is the family has been gone since last Friday and no one has been feeding/watering their pets.

Over the weekend, I watered our plumeria and the dog came over to drink the water puddling on the other side of the chain link fence. I tried to get her to drink from the hose, but she wouldn't get close enough. I flooded the corner of the yard so the dog would get enough to drink.

Monday and Tuesday, I took food over (cat food--the only kind I have) and filled a pie tin with fresh water. The dog made short work of food and water. Poor thing. Probably time to call Animal Control.

Change of Address

No, not us. The Rio Grande Valley Girl column has moved. The Monitor's website got a major overhaul and the new site launched Monday. It's a nice 'do, but it changed the URL for the blogs. Thought I'd repost the new links so you can find them again.

www.TheMonitor.com for the main page.

http://blogs.themonitor.com/ Read the blogs section here.

The blogs are under the Multimedia heading, which doesn't draw much attention to them. I had to go hunting for them and the page dedicated to Valley Girl posts is not functioning.

We're also using a new program to publish the blogs, which I'm sure is making the online editor's job loads of fun right now. I should probably let him know that all the links/publicity the paper has done so far for my column has been undone by the redesign. Whoops.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Friendly Overtures

Today's the first day I haven't been sore from Wednesday's tennis match. I play tennis with a 90-year-old and I end up feeling like one--a sign that exercise needs to become a more regular part of my regimen.

I had a slug day Friday--just rattled around the house, cleaning, putting up drapes, and slipcovering the couches. Watched the kitties pounce on each other. I'd take pics of them cavorting, but the digital camera is in Japan with Mike.

Today, I got out of the house with two women I know from church, both young moms. At church last week, one suggested we go to the movies while her soon-to-be ex had the kids Saturday afternoon. The other mom overheard and we invited her along.

We went to see "The Pursuit of Happyness," though we missed the first 10 minutes or so waiting for mom #1 to arrive. Afterward, we compared notes: why aren't there more movies like this about single moms pursuing their dreams? Are the obstacles in our path really as big as we think? If we put our minds to it, could we achieve the kind of success in our dream pursuits as Chris Gardner did?

In the movie, Gardner's son, Christopher, tells a joke about a guy treading water and refusing rescue from two boats, saying "God will save me." When he drowned and went to heaven, he asked God why he didn't save him; God said "I sent you two boats!"

Over lunch (at a cafe that made us feel we were NOT in small town, TX), I thanked my lunch companions for being my "boats." I was glad to have people to talk to and compare notes with. It's really easy to isolate myself, to not go out exploring--especially when Mike's not here.

Both moms said they feel that way, too--isolated or that their lives revolve around the kids to the exclusion of things like friendships with other women or pursuits they enjoyed before marriage.

It was groovy to make plans for an afternoon out with the girls, to see an inspirational movie and to feel like I can relate to at least a couple of women as more than just acquaintances. That's comforting.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

V-Day Rundown

My V-Day started early, thanks to an invitation to play tennis.

Bro. Miller, the 90-year-old charmer who made a variegated wood cutting board for us, asked if I'd play with him and his wife and another woman from the ward. One of their usual doubles players was out of town, so I agreed to fill in.

Usually the Winter Texans are out in droves, but the am temperature of 45 degrees was something of a deterrent. A few games in, I started to warm up. My serve still needs work and I can be an inelegant player, but I come through often enough to be dangerous. :)

After 3 matches and partner switches, we got cold enough to go home. The Millers loaded up Spike, their double-sweatered, longsuffering Jack Russell and gave us bags of grapefruit as parting gifts.

I got home just as Mike was leaving for campus. Kiss, kiss, I love you, Happy Valentine's Day. Call me when you're headed home.

I showered and got cracking on this week's Rio Grande Valley Girl column--on finding Thai food in the RGV (www.themonitor.com/valleygirl). Sat down to watch a Netflix movie and then it was time to pick up the giant, decorated V-Day cookies the YW had made for a girl's camp fund raiser.

Mike was late getting home, but arrived with mushy card and gift: a keychain-sized stapler so I can attach business cards to my RGVG notebook. We went out for Thai food earlier in the week, so this was a nice surprise.

Then I helped him pack for his business trip to Tokyo and drove back to campus with him to fetch the Japanese business cards he'd left at the office. Logged a few hours of cuddling/sleep before dropping him off at the airport.

Not fancy, but satisfying. Besos, mi amor!

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Martha I'm Not

I got a bee in my bonnet to have the missionaries over for dinner this week.

The elders assigned to our area dropped by our house on Super Bowl Sunday--clearly, a slow teaching day--and chatted with us for nearly two hours. One is from a Salt Lake City suburb and the other grew up in Watts, so we have some So. Cal. common ground. Learning more about them takes them out of the missionary stereotype and makes them seem like regular folk. I don't know if that makes sense to anyone but me.

Anyway, I planned to roast a couple of bacon-wrapped chickens. I prepped the chickens as usual and stuck them in the oven while I chopped veggies. Soon after, I smelled smoke, then saw smoke curlicuing from the top of the oven door.

I thought the bacon might be spattering onto the heating element, so I tented the chickens with foil, added the vegetables and turned the oven down a bit. I also placed a frantic call to Mike, as my kitchen gaffe had filled the house with smoke and I hadn't yet tidied up or cleared space for us to eat at the table.

Mike called back to say he was en route and did I want him to get some roasted chickens at HEB on his way home? NO, I hissed, I need you home ASAP and I'm already committed to these chickens (which I hoped would be done in time for dinner).

Mike, the yin to my yang, calmly added another leaf to the table, moved our partly- assembled LOST puzzle to one end, set the table, opened windows and set up a fan to get rid of the smoke. After the missionaries showed up, Mike set them to work on the puzzle which bought the chickens more roasting time.

As far as I know, the slightly underdone chicken didn't kill/sicken anyone. But I'm in the market for a new meat thermometer after sticking it into chicken #2 and putting the pan back in the turned off oven while we ate. Now the dial is warped and the hand is stuck at 160 degrees. Any recommendations for a moderately priced replacement?

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Bookishness Meme

Hardback or trade paperback or mass-market paperback? No strong preference.

Amazon or brick and mortar? Both, although brick and mortar options are severely limited in South Texas. I lean toward Amazon for descriptions and thriftbooks.com for super bargains.

Barnes & Noble or Borders? I never thought I'd be so happy about a Barnes & Noble.

Bookmark or dog-ear? Both. I'll dog ear things I want to come back to. Bookmarks are typically a folded square of toilet paper. I guess that gives me away as a bathroom reader.

Alphabetize by author or alphabetize by title or random? I'm anal, but not that anal. I group by section: Literature/poetry from those English major years; religious studies; feminist theory; reference; magazines; cookbooks; book group selections; and genre-crossing favorites I want close at hand.

Keep, throw away, or sell? Mostly keep, unless I'm moving and exasperated with the number of books I own. I gave two boxes of fiction to the school where I tutored. I just found the one used bookstore in town where I could sell/recycle the books I'm not that attached to.

Keep dustjacket or toss it? Keep.

Read with dustjacket or remove it? Read with dustjacket unless/until it starts to annoy me.

Short story or novel? Typically novels or popular non-fiction. Occasional forays into short stories.

Collection (short stories by same author) or anthology (short stories by different authors)? I own three collections and probably two dozen anthologies.

Harry Potter or Lemony Snicket? Love Harry Potter. Bought all hardbacks for an ex-BF and kept them after the breakup. Liked the Lemony Snicket movie, but not greatly tempted to read the series.

Stop reading when tired or at chapter breaks? When I'm too catatonic to turn the page.

"It was a dark and stormy night" or "Once upon a time"? Huh?

Buy or Borrow? Buy. Or library borrow. I rarely if ever loan my books out and I'm not good at returning borrowed books, so I don't like to do that, either. I still have two books I borrowed from a grad school friend (although one was her boyfriend's and after they broke up I had no inclination to return the book to his sorry ass).

New or used? Eh, I have no problem with used books if they're in good condition.

Buying choice: book reviews, recommendation or browse? Recommendations from friends, usually. Like to find treasures while browsing.

Tidy ending or cliffhanger? I'm more of a tidy ending gal. I hate it when a story (book or movie) just STOPS.

Morning reading, afternoon reading or nighttime reading? Afternoon and evening. I'm not much good in the mornings.

Standalone or series? Series faves: Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Anne of Green Gables, Sue Grafton's Alphabet murder mystery series. More standalone or books by the same author.

Favorite book of which nobody else has heard? Genius by Patrick Dennis.

Favorite book(s) read last year: The Shadow of the Wind by Carols Ruiz Zafon.

Favorite books of all time? Small World by David Lodge; Auntie Mame by Patrick Dennis; A Town Like Alice by Nevil Shute; Prodigal Summer & The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver; Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston; Song of Years by Beth Streeter Aldrich; Angle of Repose & Crossing to Safety by Wallace Stegner; Ceremony by Leslie Marmon Silko.

Friday, February 09, 2007

The (not so) Good Shepherd

Mike and I caught The Good Shepherd at the discount theater recently.

It was a dank, dark film and frequently uncomfortable to watch as the main character (a pulseless Matt Damon) sold out his college mentor, deaf girlfriend, accidentally knocked-up fling turned wife, the son they conceived, and various co-workers, co-conspirators and Communist arch rivals.

By the end, there were precious few people this guy hadn't ravaged or screwed over. It was easy to empathized with the screwed, but much harder to care about the guy doing all the damage. Plus, the film contained one of the most horrifying murders I've ever seen on the silver screen, indirectly the work of Our Main Character.

Before the credits were done rolling, I said, "I feel like I need to take a shower now. Let's go!" Mike concurred. IMDB says it took Robert De Niro 10 years to bring this project to movie screens. Why work so hard on a film if it makes people feel dirty for having watched it?

I read a few reviews to see if there was something I missed. Some panned, some raved. Perhaps De Niro's point was to show how poisoned a person could become while doing what he thought was the right thing. How lies beget lies and how secrets devour their keepers. The movie gave me the heebies, intentionally or not.

Hmmm, how about a nice, frothy antidote...say, Music and Lyrics?

Thursday, February 08, 2007

The Other Rio Grande Valley Girl's Debut

After some late-night email exchanges with the online editor, my first Rio Grande Valley Girl posting is up at The Monitor!

To take a look, click here.

This is the URL for the space I have all to myself. I'll post new entries every Thursday, with occasional "Finds of the Week" or other bonus entries if I run across something too good to keep. Like this tidbit:

Yesterday, I stopped at the ONLY used bookstore I've seen here. They had a small section of regular fiction, classics, Westerns, young adult books, and a larger selection of mystery novels.

The other 8-10 aisles were romance novels from every publisher in the biz: Harlequin, Silhouette, Regency and all their permutations (with icons indicating Virgin Bride or Sex & candy). Plus historical romance, Western romance, Sci-Fi & Fantasy romance. There was a whole grouping dedicated to Fabio-covered novels. Seriously.

I was agog at the selection. Apparently, they have a steady stream of repeat customers who buy a few books and sell them back until they've read every volume by an author or in a series or section.

I've never seen a bookstore that catered to romance novel junkies. I shudder to think what kind of melee erupts when the shop is crowded. Wonder if they do brisker business near Valentine's Day?

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Fully Vetted

Belita needed a second round of shots and PK was due for his, so I called the vet. Mike followed me so he could help wrangle kitties at yesterday's appointment.

The wrangling started earlier than that. Belita clawed her way out of the cardboard carrier not even halfway to the vet. I lured her into reach at a stop light and held her while I drove. I stuck her back in the box at another red light, but she scratched me and wriggled away again before we got to the vet.

PK was subdued during the drive, ensconced in his sturdy plastic carrier--subdued until we tried to get him out of the carrier for his exam and shots.

My California vet would tie a bottomless Dixie cup over PK's head so he couldn't bite and put him in a kitty straitjacket that had a Velcro opening at the neck and zippers at each leg. Once trussed, he'd stop calm down enough for the exam.

I asked the technician at the new vet if they had something similar to deal with combative animals. After he saw PK in hostility mode, he left to get their cat bag. Only it was nothing like the straitjacket.

Instead, their cat bag was a rectangular metal frame covered in blue mesh fabric that opened and closed like a pair of salad tongs. The cat is sandwiched between the two mesh panels at one end and the metal frames at the opposite end are lashed together so the cat can't escape. I took pictures with my cell phone, but they don't capture the full indignity of the apparatus.

Since PK could see through the mesh and shift around inside the bag, he did not calm down much. The vet had to redo one of the shots because the needle didn't go all the way in and PK spat and swatted at him. Poor vet was puzzled; Abbys are supposed to be amiable. This one, not so much.

Both kitties were subdued the rest of the day. Tonight, they are back to their usual selves, tearing around the house and tackling each other with gusto.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Going Live!

A promotion for my new blog ran in the Sunday paper--a photo and short article about my background and the idea behind the online column. I'll scan it in so you can read for yourself. There was one boo boo: somehow, the author got confused about where I got my MA. What is UCLA? Bzzzzt. No, the correct answer is, "What is Claremont Graduate University?"

Several people from church mentioned the article, one a little confused that I am using my birth name. That's the only name I'm published under, so it seemed like the obvious choice to me--but not to the people who know me as Sister Stevens.

I finished my introductory post a few minutes ago and sent it in for review, even though it's not due until tomorrow and won't hit the blog until Thursday morning.

For my non-local readers, you should be able to go directly to my posts here: www.themonitor.com/valleygirl/ The link isn't working right now--probably because there's nothing posted yet. I'll check/post again Thursday to make sure no gremlins are mucking up the technology.

I'm tickled pink! And I hope people write in with oodles of suggestions.

Friday, February 02, 2007

Mindless Friday Fun

Took this quiz for giggles.

You Are a Visionary Soul

You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness.
Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connected to your soul.
You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable.
Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings.

You have great vision and can be very insightful.
In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.
Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend.
You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer.

Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Not quite converted

When we adopted Belita, the Humane Society sent us home with a kitty care package. It had samples of cat chow, cat treats, a couple of toys and a sample sized bag of Feline Pine cat litter.

Feline Pine isn't dusty like other cat litters are. It's made of sawdust compressed into small, thin cylindrical pellets that absorb liquid. After two weeks of being peed on, the pellets turn to sawdust and can be composted or used for mulch.

Solid waste clumps loosely enough to get scooped and flushed down the toilet. Flushing is far preferable to scooping, bagging and hauling kitty waste to the backyard trash cans.

I had visions of Feline Pine revolutionizing the Robertson-Stevens household. However, this otherwise fine product doesn't live up to all its billing.

Where does it fail, you ask? It handles the ammonia smell well, but it doesn't do as well with malodorous stool. Put plainly, the shit still stinks whether it's buried in pine sawdust or not. And if you don't scoop/flush right away, forget about odor control in an enclosed space.

I really wanted Feline Pine to work. I love being able to compost kitty litter and reduce waste. But, BUT I don't want a house that smells like a sawdusty poopateria. Especially since our feline population has doubled.

Monday, January 29, 2007

Grouse is in season!

Got up on the wrong side of 6:30 am, thanks to old kitty wanting breakfast early and new kitty trying to claw her way under the spare bedroom door.

Groggy most of the morning. Crabby in afternoon during/after grocery shopping. Newspaper vending machine took my quarters but wouldn't open to give me a paper.

Saw during an afternoon surf that the newspaper has a copy editing/page design opening. I'm happy about doing the online column, but it feels a little icky to see they have an opening for the kind of job I originally approached them about.

And this evening--when I had accomplished a mere fraction of what I needed to get done today--the RS pres emails to ask if the RS newsletter will be done by tomorrow. (Not bloody likely). And she wants everyone in the RS presidency to be a visiting teaching district supervisor.

I emailed her back privately to say I'm already feeling overwhelmed with my two part-time gigs, looking for FT work and taking a class at the university, plus the secretary duties and the newsletter. I just can't see how I could be a district supervisor, too.

I already have to process VT stats as secretary. Get someone else to collect the data or get someone else to do the newsletter. This plate is already full!

What I wouldn't give to be on a west-facing beach right now...

Saturday, January 27, 2007

The high, the low and a possible cold front

The meeting at The Monitor went well! I chatted with the deputy managing editor to get an idea of what they're hoping to accomplish with the online initiatives (including Rio Grande Valley Girl online) and the time frame for introducing the column. They're launching a website redesign Feb 5, so they want to promote new content after that.

I also met with the managing editor, herself a transplant to the Valley, and explained what I saw the column doing. We chatted for a bit and then I met the online editor, talked to him about some column ideas and gave him some additional writing samples.

At $20 a pop, I won't get rich writing an online column, but it will be fun to have cause to go exploring every week and to ask readers to send Rio Grande Valley Girl on assignment. And other perks may come from being associated with the paper. I'll be on the cutting edge of this new initiative and it will be fun to see what this might grow into over time.

That's the high, obviously. The low was having the RS pres appear at my doorstep to take issue with the first book we'd chosen to read. I was on my way out so I didn't have time to get into whether geisha are artisans or prostitutes or what church approved literature she'd rather have us read.

Mike saw the micromanager coming; I didn't. If she insists on vetting the book selections because it's a RS-affiliated enrichment group, then I'll make it extracurricular. Have it at my house, invite who I want and not have to appease people who read through a Mormon filter.

And then I think, duh, why didn't I do that in the first place? I guess I was spoiled by years of being in the Pasadena Ward book group which rocked.

Anyway, I'll have to call the RS pres tomorrow to discuss the matter. That's where I'm predicting a cold front.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Top 10

Top 10 relatively harmless ways not to get invited back to babysit:

1. Teach kids vulgar new vocabulary words.

2. Magic Marker black eyes for everyone!

3. Use Bedazzler as ear piercing tool.

4. Leave copy of "Two Moon Junction" in VCR.

5. Play Tattoo Shop with Sharpies.

6. Shave everyone's head.

7. Feed kids all sugar on premises.

8. Promise to come back in an hour with their free puppy.

9. Put all CDs or DVDs (whichever they have more of) in the wrong cases. Oops!

10. Say to parents, "If my parole officer asks, I was here doing yardwork."

There were a couple of hiccups during the day. The older kid refused to eat his breakfast eggs. The younger kid tipped over and bonked his head while I was supervising the older one's post-toilet handwashing. Thankfully, he recovered quickly and without a telltale lump (though I guess neglect would be another way out).

The mom needed a sitter so she could do some cleaning work for her husband's construction business. It was satisfying to know she wasn't out having oodles of fun while I wiped up poo and wondered why they don't get regular TV. But I'm still not happy about subsidizing their family business with my free labor.

On the plus side, I picked up another side job--editing a dissertation on the Civil War written by a guy in the ward. His wife brought the first five chapters to tonight's book group (the only person to show up) and said specifically they weren't looking for a "Mormon discount" on the editing job but did want to keep an eye on the costs. I said I'd do a quick proofread of his first draft and save the fine-tooth combing for after his committee is done with it.

And tomorrow morning, I meet with the editor about my online column. Yay!

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

I need to find work so

People will stop asking me to babysit their kids. All day. For free.

My friends' kids--they're a different story. I enjoy their company. The most I expect is to be pleasantly exhausted at the end of the evening (although some parents feed me well, which makes hanging out with their offspring for a few hours that much more pleasant).

But what I'm liking less are the assumptions that because I'm not working that I must not have anything else to do and I'd be willing to babysit for 6 to 10 hours for anyone who calls asking.

My first babysitting gig was for a woman from church. I didn't mind because her youngest daughter was in the hospital and she didn't have any support system but church people to help with the other two kids.

This time the request is coming from a woman in the RS presidency who lives a couple of blocks away. She has a nanny/babysitter two days a week, but I guess her usual person is unavailable and she called me. She said she felt bad about asking at the last minute (but didn't feel bad enough not to ask). Why me? Why not someone she knows better, who knows her children or someone who has small children and could entertain two more much easier than I can?

Since I didn't have anything scheduled (and tomorrow's RS presidency meeting is canceled because this same sister is unavailable), I said OK.

So I'm passively/aggressively bitching about being a pushover rather than saying no. Or, more accurately, saying "I can, but I don't want to because there's a difference between a compassionate service request and a 'please be conveniently available for me' request." I did have enough sense to request this gig happen at their house. Mine is not childproofed or equipped to entertain children at length.

So, instead of having the day to tidy up and get ready to host the first book group meeting tomorrow night, I'll be babysitting. Pfffbt.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Test

For the past two days when I've tried to pull up Rio Grande Valley Girl, I get a blank pink screen. What gives? Uploading test post to see if it shows up and/or simultaneously revives all other RGVG content.

Is this because I haven't switched over to the new Blogger?

Friday, January 19, 2007

Bienvenidos, Belita!

Here are pictures of our new addition to the family, Belita. AKA Sneezer, thanks to the cold she came down with a couple of days after we brought her home.

Her sweet disposition makes PK, the crabby Aby, suffer by comparison. He's stopped hissing at the closed door to Belita's room, but when he chances to see her as we enter and exit the room, he starts up again. This introduction is going to take a while...

I'm sure you'll understand why we're besotted:



Wednesday, January 17, 2007

An Offer I Can't Refuse

I got a call last night from the assistant managing editor at the local newspaper. I met with him last month, gave him my resume and writing portfolio, and asked if there were any openings on the copy desk.

I'd also pitched him an idea for a column. Since I'm new in town, I could ask locals, Winter Texans, and other transplants to the Valley to share their best-kept secrets with me, Rio Grande Valley Girl, and I could write about the expeditions that readers send me on.

Henry was calling to follow up after a staff meeting regarding Internet initiatives. They want to run with the column and would like to meet to discuss the details such as frequency, content, and what they'd pay. Yeeee haaaaw!

I need to call Henry back and brainstorm a few ideas to bring to the meeting, such as ideas for where Rio Grande Valley should go exploring first. Something that will draw readers in and keep them coming back.

I'll still blog here, natch, but this looks like a fun way for the Rio Grande Valley Girl persona to get some exposure beyond my circle of friends and family. And get paid for it--how cool is that?!

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Blue Crossed Wires

When I got married, I didn't realize I would become a dependent in so many different ways. After being independent for many years, it's been something of an adjustment.

Until I start working full time or my sporadic hours working for the physical therapist get regular, I'm dependent on my husband's income. I know I'm damn fortunate to be in this position, but it still makes me uncomfortable to a degree.

And then there's the health insurance. Again, I'm fortunate to have it; but now that I'm trying to actually USE it, I keep hitting road blocks. And I'm peeved that I don't even get my own name on the card.

Like today: the Blue Cross/Blue Shield customer service center is closed due to severe weather conditions. Yesterday when I called, they were closed for the holiday. So I try the web site. It won't let me in.

I call tech support, but since I'm not the subscriber they can't do anything. I would have to call Mike to have him call BX/BS and they would call me back or some wacked out permission-getting scenario like that. Technician says he'd get fired if he let someone other than the subscriber have access--nothing personal.

I've gotten into the web pages before. In fact, I set up online access! I told the tech, I know you can't do anything, but this is asinine! I'm COVERED by these benefits; there should be a way that maintains security for the subscriber but ALSO grants appropriate access to other adults covered by the same policy. Match the call to our home phone number like AM EX does. Something more sophisticated than making every spouse play "Subscriber, May I?"

Sheesh!

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Called to Swerve

Tomorrow's a big day at church. After 6 months of having the counselors run the show, we're finally getting a new bishop. I already feel sorry for how swamped he'll be with a 6 month backlog to tackle--assuming it's not one of the counselors.

I have a new calling: Relief Society Secretary. I've pimped my office skills over the years, but never like this. It involves a lot of paper work, a lot of nose counting, a lot of data entry.

The Visiting Teaching coordinator hasn't been functioning lately, so the VT reporting/nose counting also falls to me. And they want me to do a newsletter, which I'd be more excited about except that I did the newsletter in my last ward for SIX YEARS.

In my last ward, this amount of work was done by three people. I'm already worn out and I've barely started. I'm sure my face registered shock in this week's presidency meeting when the RS president initially suggested a weekly newsletter.

I tried to don a poker face when she had us recite the RS motto together and asked us to think about reciting it in RS every week. Gack. And I squirmed at the suggestion that we think about going to the temple as a presidency.

So far, my role appears to be mainly stenographic. I thought I'd get to teach the first Sunday lesson, but I'm not in the rotation with the rest of the presidency.

I also transgressed by wearing pants to the presidency meeting Thursday. Apparently, we need to be in church dress in case we go visit women after the meeting. How much does wearing a skirt matter to God or the women we're visiting and trying to serve?

Some friends have suggested that I'm there to loosen up a wound-tight presidency and unrigidify some of their views. Can I do that wearing pants?

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Worth a Thousand



Rush hour on the International Bridge.





Mike and the kids go to Reynosa, and all I got was this picture.






Brad and Nicole are swingers! Seen here bonding with the neighbor cat, Oliver.






Nicole and Brad, signage and a stuffed fish named Gill.





Colorful, but what are they? A closer look reveals....






Yup, each craftily painted shell houses a hermit crab in varying degrees of embarrassment.






Photo op at roadside tourist trap.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

It's a Girl!

But it's not what you're thinking, Heather and Janet. ;)

On Friday, we're adding another cat to the family!

I stopped by the Upper Valley Humane Society this afternoon and found a kitty. Called Mike so he could come meet her, too. We've stopped by several times, but never found a kitty who seemed to want us as much as we wanted her.

She's a white/gray Lynx point (so says the Humane Society) with bright blue eyes, a dark gray stripey tail and a pleasant disposition. I spent 30 minutes with her in the "meeting room" and she never stopped purring. She also likes being held and cuddled.

She got a little skittish when Mike came in, but calmed down and came right over to sniff him. They got to know each other while I filled out the adoption paperwork. She gets spayed Friday and we'll pick her up when she's done. We plan to call her Belita.

We'll keep her separated from PK initially and plan on a long, drawn-out introduction. I figured PK would probably take better to a younger female than having another male cat in the house, even if neutered.

Will post a picture once Belita comes home!

Monday, January 08, 2007

Visiting Kids, part deux

Brad and Nicole--Mike's two oldest children--have been here for a week. We've gone more places with them than we did with the younger girls.

On the way home from the airport, we stopped at the new outlet mall. We had dinner at a Mexican restaurant near our house. I took Nicole vintage and consignment shopping before going to the salon for her first ever pedicure--very girly. We had a belated Christmas with presents for the kids from us and their Grandma Sue.

Mike took the kids on a drive-thru tour of Reynosa. We shopped in downtown McAllen, which is almost like going to Mexico minus border guards/homeland security. Nicole found a Jesus on a cross on an anchor she couldn't live without and is also going home with a pair of Texas-issue footwear from the Boot Jack.

Brad wowed us with his drumwork at the local Guitar Center. He's also a great orange picker and we enjoyed the juice of his labors. He and Mike caught up on their vacation sports watching, including the embarrassing trouncing of the OSU Buckeyes by Florida.

PK was disconcerted by more new people in the house. Brad and Nicole had been briefed about the cat before their arrival. They alternated between befriending and teasing poor PK, answering his agitated meows with their own. Sunday afternoon, PK jumped up and sat on Brad's lap. I tried to get a picture of this momentous event, but when I called to PK to get him to face the camera, he jumped down instead.

The kids did make friends with the neighbor cat, a semi-Siamese blend. His people don't give their pets much attention, so Oliver comes over to visit while we're out in the yard and naps in our rock garden. At least there's another source of kitty love.

We spent our last day heading to South Padre Island. It was warmer/less windy than our first trip. We stopped at one of the huge seashell stores with a giant reef sculpture out front and photo op sharks, dolphins and conch shells near the front door. Ah, kitsch!

We drove across the bridge and found a place to park and walk to the beach. We picked up shells for a while before heading out to find food. Ended up at the Padre Island Brewing Company for calimari with spicy dipping sauce, seafood ceviche salsa, and other pub fare. Nicole and I conked out on the drive home while the menfolk listened to the game.

After a morning of errands, leisurely breakfasting and fine televised entertainment, we'll be heading to the airport. It will be strange to have the house to ourselves again, but I think PK will be a little happier about that.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Blech

Downed by a trifecta of ailments: physical, emotional and material.

Physical: I woke up last night suddenly vomiting. No warning, no time to get to the bathroom. Just pow, awake, urp. And once I got to the bathroom, I was just as suddenly no longer vomiting--just that one bedside yak. Left wondering: What the hell just happened?!

Since I'm still feeling iffy, it puts the kibosh on me going on our trip to Mexico today. I told Mike he and the kids should still go. However, the departure time has come and gone and, until a few moments ago, Brad was the only one showered, awake and ready to leave. Can only wonder how this will play out.

Emotional: I heard back from a job lead. Asked me to email my resume and writing samples. Trouble is, most of my journalism portfolio isn't in electronic format. I replied with my resume and explained the clips would follow once I got them scanned. In the meantime, I sent three RGVG posts (put into Word) that I felt showcase my writing skills.

The response? "The blog posts are cute, but do you have any hard newswriting experience? I run a weekly paper."

READ my resume, nitwit. Page two. Besides, good writing is good writing, regardless of where it's published. Scanned and sent portfolio nonetheless. Predicting I'll not hear a peep back. Bummer to have a promising-sounding lead go sour.

Material: Don't know when or how it happened, but my cell phone got a crack in it that got worse every time I opened the phone. I hadn't had it long enough to be eligible for a free replacement, so Mike checked our account and he could get a free/low cost replacement and give it to me.

Of course, I still wanted to fix my phone. (DC Rush Hour has some experience with my fix-it trait). We bought some superglue and I attempted to glue the cracked part back together. Unfortunately, a too-large glue spurt covered the entire hinge. I swore and frantically tried to blot it up before it dried. When I checked a few minutes later, my phone was glued open. Which is better than glued shut and completely unusable, but not by much.

Conclusions: Replacement phone is supposed to arrive today; squelch urge to MacGyver things back together.

Mexico is still out, although I could drink the water with no ill effects if already ill.

I'd rather be unemployed than in the employ of someone who belittles my work right out of the gate. Who gets their hard news from a weekly paper, anyway?

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Maquila!

John, of Mike's colleagues in the business college, arranges a field trip the last week of classes. Interested students, faculty, and hangers-on (like myself) sign up and we cross one of the bridges into Reynosa for a tour of several maquiladoras or manufacturing plants.

Getting to the Pharr International Bridge was an adventure in itself. Since we were going to Mexico on business, we had to park, fill out extra paperwork, and pay $20 to get processed. New stamp in my passport! After that, we tailgated John so we wouldn't get lost on the way to the first tour.

First stop: Nokia. We surrendered our cell phones and paperwork at the front desk, donned white lab coats, and filed into the conference room for cookies, coffee, and bottled water before the management presentation. I kept peppering them with questions about the gender balance among entry-level employees and management, about benefits for workers and whether they do any recycling. Then we walked around the (HUGE) 130,000 square foot facility checking out the different products being assembled and shipped.

Next stop: Black & Decker. This time we got protective eyewear, ear plugs and had to remove all jewelry above the waist before entering the maquila floor. We watched workers create and inspect plastic injection molding of tool housings. I burned my finger touching a drill handle hot off the presses. The earplugs and noise level made it difficult to hear our tour guides unless you were right on their heels. B&D was the only maquila we toured that employed disabled workers. The post-tour presentation was low-tech compared to Nokia's, but they were forthcoming in answering questions about their work force and business practices. Yes, they recycle. Just toss any wonky plastic part back in the melter.

Last stop: Corning. Not the cookware, although they're part of the same family. This was Corning Cable. By that time, we'd been on our feet about six hours and I wasn't quite as interested. They trotted us around the factory floor showing us cables and boxes and explaining how much data their products can carry. I cornered one of the tour guides to ask about gender balance, employee turnover and what they do for/with pregnant workers. He said the pregnant women wear pink smocks and are assigned to lighter duties and get 6 weeks maternity leave. We finished the tour right at the end of a shift change and I'd never seen such a stampede to punch out! We were herded into a conference room overlooking the plant floor and asked a few questions. They seemed befuddled by my question about recycling.

The three maquilas we toured--Nokia, Black & Decker, and Corning Cable--are considered employers of choice. They provide transportation, health services, free/heavily subsidized meals and treat their employees like valuable human beings, not disposable commodities. Even though all three reported significant turnover among entry-level employees, they don't have trouble filling openings. It was an interesting behind-the-scenes view of what goes into manufacturing and assembling cell phones, power tools and fiberoptic cables--items we rely on with provenance we don't often think about.

After the tours, dinner! We luged through Reynosa trying to keep up with John--no easy task even on the U.S. side. I was glad Mike was driving--and doubly glad he could explain to the police officer directing traffic why he'd pulled a U-turn on a bridge when we accidentally made a turn John didn't and were trying to catch up.

Aside from that incident, we arrived at La Fogata in one piece and enjoyed a nice dinner with a handful of folks who'd lasted to the bitter end. We crossed over the Hidalgo bridge, got stuck in traffic leaving a concert at Dodge Arena, and I didn't wake up until Mike pulled into our driveway. Looking forward to next semester's tour!

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

After Christmas

As pictured in a previous post, we had a great time with the girls on Christmas Eve/Day. We had a pair of missionaries and the fellow we pick up for church come over for Christmas dinner--turkey #2, christened "Monte" by the girls. We sent Richard home with full stomach and a quart of eggnog, a treat hard to come by in the Veteran's Home where he lives.

We also celebrated Jessica's 14th birthday with breakfast in bed--including homemade waffles by Jackie with whipped cream and other decadent toppings, fresh squeezed OJ from our trees, and the requisite bacon and eggs. After our brunch, we hauled our cookies over to South Padre Island for some beach blanket tooth chattering.

The water was cold, and the air even colder. Playa-ing was only fun for an hour and then the girls wanted back in the van where it was warm. We drove until the road/island ended, then turned around to cruise back through town.

Jessie wanted Taco Bell for birthday dinner. Luckily, SPI has one and we saw it in time to pull over and chow. Mike did some embarrassing dad tricks, i.e. singing "Happy Birthday" and presenting Jessica with two Hostess cupcakes with matches stuck in like candles.

After that, we drove back to the island's one movie theater just in time to catch a showing of Night at the Museum, which was actually kinda fun if compulsory.

Alas, the girls opted to go home a few days sooner so that Jackie could play in some basketball tournament games. Jessica didn't want to travel alone, so she left when Jackie did. The field trip to Mexico and a return visit to SPI will have to wait until next time.

We spent our last night eating leftover Monte and birthday cake and taking turns kicking each others' butts at Uno. Then the girls had to pack for their appallingly early flight out of Harlingen the next morning.

All told, we had a grand time. Got to know each other a little better. Enjoyed Christmas cheer, good food, and good company. What more can a blended family ask for--except more of the same fun now that Brad and Nicole are here?

Monday, December 25, 2006

Now that's more like it!



Our other tree.




The girls gave me The Devil Wears Prada--so cool!




Even PK got a treat in the form of whipped cream--a guilt indulgence after we locked him in the laundry room during Christmas dinner.




Mike and his girly girls!




Bring it, Santa!

Saturday, December 23, 2006

The extent of our decorating so far



Tis the Season

It's 1:30 pm in McAllen. I've been up since 10, worked out, showered, ran to the mailbox place, bought spices at Sun Harvest, and ate breakfast. It's raining. The cat has made himself comfortable on my lap and I am finally getting around to a blog update.

Mi esposo is sawing logs down the hall. The girls are still in bed, too, although Jessica ventured to the loo a while ago.

I'm not used to being the up-and-at-'em one! In my teenage days, I was the one sleeping to/past noon on weekends and holidays, stirring only to catch The Twilight Zone or The X-Files marathons.

Maybe I should have stayed in bed today, too. It's certainly more inviting than the great outdoors right now. Methinks I'll make a cup of tea and curl up with a library book for a spell. After a 4-day house cleaning marathon, I'm due to put my feet up.

At some point, we'll go get the Christmas tree. Mike was going to do some last-minute shopping with the girls. I have Christmas dinner to assemble/cook. Hoping that the turkey will be sufficiently defrosted by the time it goes into the oven.

In case I don't have another chance to sit down in the next couple of days, here's wishing y'all a warm, wonderful holiday season!

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Tagged: Six Weird Things About ME

Only six?

1. I've traveled to faraway places alone, yet I HATE walking into a bar by myself.

2. The way I eat Petrillo's Pizza. ONLY Petrillo's gets this treatment and then only around family. Remove sausage, pepperoni and mushrooms and eat. Remove layer of cheese and eat. With fork, separate sauce-covered top of pizza dough from crusty bottom. Roll up soft part and eat. If hungry, eat crunchy crust part or give to dad.

3. I collect frogs. Windchimes, jewelry, pot holders, picture frames, arty objects, etc.

4. People who meet me as an adult have a hard time believing I was a cheerleader in high school.

5. I keep the lid and seat up (like a guy) so my cat can drink out of the toilet but not walk on the seat which comes in contact with my bum.

6. I bought a $13 pound of coffee for its packaging (by artist Lane Twitchell).

Donor Fatigue

I got assigned to visit teach a woman only for December. Someone else covered her until November and she's moving this weekend.

Flocks of people showed up to paint the house inside and out, but now fewer people are heeding the call to service. In fact, last Saturday, it was ONLY me and my VT companion helping at the house. Carol gave me a key to the house, perhaps to ensure our return.

A small crew is headed over this morning. We'll see how much we get done. I'm tired. Not helped by yesterday's rush to get Christmas packages in the mail or the fight we had in the post office parking lot.

And tonight, it's the Hispanic MBA Association's Christmas mixer. Tomorrow, decorating and bringing hot cocoa to the ward Christmas party. Whew.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Relationally Aggressive Barbie

At last week's babysitting gig, I leafed through a copy of BYU Today that was on top of the magazine pile. It had a short article describing a BYU study that found relationally aggressive behavior in girls occurs in pre-school--much earlier than was once thought.

The behaviors that fall under the umbrella of "relationally aggressive" were excluding other girls, withdrawing friendship, isolating and manipulating others into following suit. (What surprises me is that some women never quite grow out of this).

Anyway, when 5-year-old Stephanie got home from school, she pulled out her backpack of Barbies. Eight in all. We clothed the naked ones and decided they were going to see a movie.

As we were seating the octet in front of the TV, I put the Barbie in the white dress next to one Stephanie was playing with. Immediately, she said re: White Dress Barbie, "You can't sit with us! You're not our friend!" Huh? All eight were in the backpack together, but now there's segregation?

I tried to get a neutral Barbie to vouch for White Dress Barbie, saying, "I know her. She lives on my street. She's nice." That didn't take. After a few minutes, Pink Dress Barbie topped the Sh-t list. I tried to get Stephanie to explain why one Barbie had to be on the outs, but she didn't/couldn't. But at age five, she's tuned into these dynamics. Eeek.

Eventually, all eight Barbies sat down together (following some shuffling after Capri Pants Barbie was accused of not sharing her popcorn) and finished watching the screening of Blue's Clues. Reading about relationally aggressive behavior is one thing. Having it acted out with a five-year-old and her Barbies was a real eye opener.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Plumb Wore Out

Just got home from a near-12 hour long babysitting gig for some church folks. Warmed up some leftovers and started a pot of chili to ward off the day's cold rainies.

The family I was babysitting for has their 2-month-old daughter in the hospital. Mom stays with her during the day and needed someone to watch the 3-year-old and the 5-year-old after school. When dad gets done with work, he spends the night at the hospital with the baby. In the morning, lather, rinse, repeat.

The mom ran late tonight because the dad apparently was in a car accident on the way home--as if they need more trauma. Mom was still trying to line up a sitter for tomorrow and came home teary. Rough week. I'm booked tomorrow, unfortunately.

And pooped tonight. Otherwise, I'd ruminate on the changes in the Barbie clothes I played with tonight--vastly different than the ones from my youth--and my new awareness of relationally aggressive behavior in girls. More on that later.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Take that, Tostitos.

We saw these in HEB and couldn't pass them up.














They went well with the guacamole, Kinky Friedman's Politically Correct salsa and the BLTs + avocado we had for dinner last night. And, although not optimal, they were an adequate conveyance for onion dip as well.

Of course, once we were halfway through the bag, the trick was finding an intact specimen for the photo op.

The Rio Grande Valley is right where my thumb is touching the bottom part of the chip. This is how to get students' geography test scores up. Edible lesson materials.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Proud Larry

On my drive to Walgreens, there was a truck with a bumper sticker I hadn't seen before. It read, "ASSHOLE. Not just a word. A LIFESTYLE."

The guy behind the wheel seemed eager to share his lifestyle with the rest of us on Second Street. He burned rubber to get a head start at every green light, cutting off cars, jackrabbitting and weaving around slower traffic.

For all the showboating, he didn't get anywhere any faster. I caught up to him at two intersections and got a good look at the bumper sticker and the F-150 pickup to which it was affixed.

I wonder: did he buy the sticker himself? (If so, where?!?) Was it a gift? Or did someone acquainted with his habits slap it on the rear bumper unbeknownst to the driver?

What kind of person would proudly call himself an asshole? And why proclaim this on a bumper sticker when his driving effectively communicated the same thing in less than a block? Was he just trying to beat us to the obvious judgment?

Also wondering: Is being an asshole a choice, a lifestyle, or are some people just born that way? I wonder how the scientific community would explain it...

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Dude, Where's My Sweater?

We had a cold front blow in and it actually IS cold for here. A daytime high of 50 degrees and lows predicted in the 30s tonight. I thought So.Tex didn't get that chilly. I have a sizable collection of sweaters and jackets. If the cold front persists, I may get a chance to wear some of them!

I hope my tomato plants live through the night. And the citrus--should I be smudging the orchard like they do in California when the temperatures dip? Alas, I am too many generations removed from the farm to know.

I shivered through a lunch date and some Christmas shopping before going home to put on a sweater. And a jacket over the sweater when Mike and I went to see The Guardian at the Dollar Theater, hence the titular Ashton Kutcher reference. And poor Kevin Costner. You'd think with a performance that wooden, he would have floated.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Still Gobbling

Is there anything more heavenly than Thanksgiving leftovers?

I made turkey noodle soup last night and made a batch of chocolatey brown stock from leftover pan scrapings, carmelized vegetables and the carcass of Lorena Gobblit--that chick just keeps on giving.

Today I had two bowls of soup with stuffing dumplings. And two major foodgasms. Mmmmm.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Domestic Products

What I made for post-Thanksgiving dinner:




Lorena Gobblit





Veggies




Pumpkin Pie




Dressing to Excess (serves 12-16)

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Sometimes you just gotta say, "What the cluck!"

I am proud to report that my first turkey turned out FAB!

I had good instructions which helped immensely (thanks to Dr. Lala and DC Rush Hour!) and I did a little improvising, too.

I microplaned a head of garlic and mixed it in with the melted butter I rubbed into Lorena Gobblit's breast. I wasn't sure if I was doing the rub-with-butter part right. The butter kept sticking to my hands and falling off the turkey in chunks, rather than staying ON the turkey where I wanted it. All that work and I just end up with savory hands?

After ending up with carbonized vegetables with my roast chicken, I opted to put the veggies in with the turkey for the last hour of cooking. Just right!

I mixed up a salad my mom makes (lettuce, hardcooked egg, sliced olives and mayo), made some tarragon marinated mushrooms, whipped up a pumpkin pie and made enough stuffing for 16 people. I should have halved the recipe, but I'd dried enough bread for a full batch, so I felt committed. Mike made a fourth batch of potatoes (mashed then riced) to great effect.

I'm still fine-tuning the art of getting everything done at the same time (and giving the turkey 30 minutes to rest), so we sat down to dinner close to 9:00 pm. We had intended to hit the 10:00 pm show, but cleanup took longer than expected.

We watched a couple more episodes of The 1900 House and let the meal settle a bit. Then we whipped cream in the KitchenAid and smothered slices of pumpkin and pecan pie with it. YUM.

All in all, a successful endeavor. One that I might try next year on Thanksgiving, instead of the day after.

Turkey Day

I was a bit nervous about doing a whole dinner by myself on our first married Thanksgiving together. Rather than cooking under pressure, Mike and I potlucked with five other families from church.

Even though we weren't cooking the whole dinner, there was a learning curve with the side dishes. The green beans with almonds and the cranberry-orange glazed sweet potatoes turned out fine. Not so the mashed potatoes.

We learned that the KitchenAid is the wrong tool to make fluffy mashed potatoes. We stuck them in the oven, thinking it would cook off the glueyness. Instead, the potatoes grew a skin on top and the gluey, goopy mass below remained.

Mike made a late-night run to HEB for more russets (and something to soothe the frazzled chef). Batch two turned out better, what with using the right implements and adding some roasted garlic.

We made a third batch Thursday morning to make sure there was enough for the potluck. Somehow, the potatoes were slightly undercooked and turned out slightly lumpy--something I didn't discover until I was spooning them into the serving dish alongside batch two. (D'oh!)

When we set up the buffet, I turned the serving dish so batch two faced forward. Even with the fumble, people chowed down and offered compliments.

It was nice to spend time with folks outside of church and get to know each other better. I was sad to find out that the Primary president (the one who looks like Swizzies) is moving to Reston, VA in January. She seemed the most kindred of the church ladies, even though I only see her in passing at church.

I called the 'rents when I got home to ask how their T-day had been. They were going to eat dinner at the rest home with Cousin Shirley, but she wasn't feeling well and begged off. They ended up eating at The Trough instead. ("The Trough?" I asked. "The Golden Corral buffet," mom said.) Brother John made Cornish game hens in lieu of turkey this year.

Mike called the kids and his mom and we finished off the evening with the requisite post-Thanksgiving dinner nap. We ended up sleeping through the 7:00 pm and the 10:00 pm movie. (I know. We're such party animals).

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Moniker Lewinski

One of the Scary Feminists From Hell emailed the rest of us with her secret recipe for amazing turkey. Instruction #2: Give your bird a name.

Since we're newlyweds in the process of establishing holiday traditions of our own, I told Mike we needed to come up with a name for our turkey.

After a few false starts, we came up with Lorena Gobblit. Yes, after that notorious-for-cutting-off-her-husband's-penis Lorena.

We're potlucking with two families from church on Thanksgiving itself, but I bought a medium-sized turkey for me to practice on. It's the first time I'll be cooking a turkey by myself. If I slather Lorena with enough butter, I can't go too wrong, right?

In the interest of science (applicable to next year's turkey): fresh or frozen? How much does it matter?

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Lunch with Archie Bunker

Mike and I watched Hotel Rwanda last night. Of course, I cried like an infant. I was depressed at the end; it's not like there's been swimming progress regarding genocide in Africa.

I was still lucid at the end of the film, which is more than I can say for when I saw Schindler's List (on a first date; bad idea). Or when I saw the film, The Killing Fields, and toured the Yad Vashem Holocaust Museum as a 17-year-old exchange student in Israel--the summer of my rude awakening to some of more horrific events in world history.

If you've seen Hotel Rwanda, you'll recall the slur the Hutus used to describe the Tutsis: cockroaches. As if this was self-evident justification for slaughtering them.

Today, while I was having lunch with a couple I know, the husband launched into a diatribe about the proposed border fence. Hurry up and build it! Electrify it! If someone gets zapped, too bad; they were trying to cross illegally! Those people are cockroaches!

Of course, he couldn't have known the impact of that word on me. Or how far my opinion of him plummeted in that moment.

Or how guarded I'll be when I see him at church from now on.

Each time I hear church people spout opinions like this--and it happens a lot--I feel alienated. Like I'm never going to have real friends here.

Instead, I'll have a slew of church acquaintances who supposedly share the same set of religious beliefs, but whose opinions, biases or bigotry detour them off the Christian path.

I feel reluctant to share my whole self (including my vastly different opinions, biases, and hatred of bigotry). And I feel physically queasy to hear a guy I go to church with refer to other human beings as cockroaches.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Wednesday in the Park with Jorge

I don't have much experience squelching unsolicited male attention.

I turn into Polly Polite, congenitally unable to stop the solicitor in his tracks or formulate an excuse not to take the proffered phone number or the invitation to dance. If I'd ever lived in NYC (or watched enough Sex and the City), I'd have the right comeback. Would have saved me from gawky 14-year-old boys at church dances.

Halfway through my first lap around Zinna Park this morning, a Hispanic man said hello and stopped to introduce himself (in Spanish so I responded in Spanish). Jorge said he'd like to be friends--he could practice his English and I could practice my Spanish. Could he give me his number?

I hesitate. He asked if I was married (Yes, YES! Doesn't that mean I'm exempt!?) but he was undeterred. He said he'd go to his car for a pen and I kicked myself for the rest of lap one for not forcefully declining.

Jorge intercepted me by the car park and I (stupidly) waited for him to write down the number. Just then, one of the young marrieds from church walked by, so I excused myself to start lap two.

I'm sweaty, unshowered and slathered in sunscreen and DEET. The opposite of alluring. I thought the wedding ring meant I wouldn't have to fend off this kind of attention. How do I shut up my inner Nice Girl? Is abominable rudeness the only way to go?

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Resume the Position

I thought being able to fit regular bras would be a good skill to acquire, given my long-range plans. So I hoofed it over to the mall and put in applications at Macy's, JCPenney, Dillard's, and Victoria's Secret.

It's been 11 years since I applied for new a job and more than 2 years since I updated my resume. Needless to say, the application process has changed.

Three out of four had on-line applications. JCPenney was the most security-conscious, obscuring the applicant's Social Security number and personal data on the computer terminals in HR. JCP asked a few questions about what type of person/worker you are--do you finish what you start, do you like talking to strangers?

At Macy's, the employment kiosk was located in Customer Service and personal information was visible to whoever walked past at the right moment. Not cool.

Dillard's only had one (unsecured) terminal in the HR office that was in use when I arrived, so I went downstairs to talk to the lingerie department's manager. (No openings now, she said). I completed the application anyway.

Dillard's application included a 95-question personality assessment. Mike used to create personality assessments for a living, so I called to ask what D's would do with the results. (I gave socially desirable answers to some questions, hoping this would compensate for my lack of retail experience).

All require background checks. The applicant is informed they'll talk with previous employers, family, neighbors, friends to inquire about your "mode of living," among other things. Dillard's was unique, including a disclaimer that they are not liable for any loss or damage to my clothing or personal property during employment.

Victoria's Secret does applications the old-fashioned way: on paper. The biggest chore was finding a place to sit down to fill it out. I was unprepared to say much about my last job before JPL. I had the name of the school district and the woman who interviewed me, but not the district's address or phone number. (My bad. Then again, that was more than 10 years ago).

So far, I haven't heard anything. I did call the newspaper and they have a more promising option. As much as I'd like to be a bra fitter, the thought of acquiring this skill set in the 2 months before Christmas kinda scares me.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Work in Progress

November is my month to get serious about finding work. So far, there are several options.

I revisited the tea shop. The proprietor remembered me--and she just lost an employee, but the shop isn't busy enough to require extra help right now. I said I could help jump-start a proper afternoon tea since they're still planning to do that and I've been to soooo many. (Didn't think to pinch a menu from the last tearooms I visited in CA...) She took my name and number and said she'd call.

Substitute teaching is another option. The local school district needs subs and the application process is fairly simple. It also pays $80/day--not as great as CA, but better than most jobs around here.

I've also thought of trying retail, though I'm loath to work that hard for so little. If I go this route, it would be in the service of a larger goal--one in which some fresh retail experience would come in handy.

The larger goal: I'm plotting with a local physical therapist to open a business that would provide goods (mastectomy bras, breast protheses, lingerie) and services (physical therapy, workshops, exercise programs, lectures, coaching) to breast cancer patients and survivors.

Few such resources exist in the RGV, despite the high rate of breast cancer in the area. Some patients drive to San Antonio or Corpus Christi rather than go to the local shop for a bra/prosthesis fitting. (I visited, so I know why women feel that way).

Of course, this is part personal quest as well. I'm tired of losing loved ones to cancer. And for those who don't live in a large, urban area like LA and don't have as many options for medical supplies and aftercare, providing those services is something I can throw my whole heart into.

In the meantime, I still need to find a paying job until the larger venture starts taking shape.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Backyard Safari

After 3 miles on the walking path Tuesday, I decided to go home via the back way. That means I bypass La Vista Park (hasta!) and keep going south to where the walking path intersects with the drainage canal behind our house.

As I left the path and headed for the dirt road along the canal, my presence disturbed a trio of turtles sunning themselves on the concrete canal bank and they ran (yes, ran!) for the safety of the water. I think the slope of the bank aided their descent, but they moved faster than I've ever seen a turtle go.










A couple of herons hang out around the canals. They take my breath away every time I see them, but they were gone by the time I got back with the camera.

Flocks of butterflies make their winter home in South Texas. Those little airborne divas don't hold still for photos, either. I'll keep trying.


I stopped to look around the garden and found this guy chomping on one of the plants. (See: everything's bigger in Texas).






Further investigation turned up other leaf damage and wriggly culprits.











I guess that's the price one's garden pays for the butterflies. At least they're not eating my basil.

Purchasing Power

I bought a little something in California to help me adjust to my new role.



I'd always wanted a tarot deck and now I have one--one that's delightfully specific to being a housewife! The box has dividers for the major and minor arcana--and each divider tab has a recipe on the back.

Did I score or what?

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Unforeseen Adventures

I was supposed to arrive back in McAllen at 10:35 pm Sunday. Instead, we sat in the plane in Dallas for nearly two hours before they decided they couldn't fix the wonky switch in the cockpit. We spent another hour milling around the airport before they assigned us a new gate and plane.

The delay would have been more bearable had there been access to food. But by 8:00 pm every restaurant in the terminal was closed. I ate the Cliff Bar and peanuts I keep in my carry-on and had Mike stop for greasy tacos on the way home before I was sated.

The trip itself was great. Spent time with friends and family, ate Thai food, went to afternoon tea with the girls, visited JPL, sorted stuff in my parents' attic. It felt like home--eating breakfast at the dining room table, helping mom with the crossword puzzle, going to church, driving around the old neighborhoods. It was nice to prepare food and eat it without PK hovering expectantly.

I was a little sluggish my first day back, but today I got up early to make witch finger cookies for Mike to take to work and did 3 miles on the walking path. Put on my Pink Ladies jacket and headed over to the ward for Trunk or Treat.

Been home with the porchlight on and just got my first batch of trick or treaters at 9:15 pm. Only two of the six kids even said "Trick or treat" and only one said thank you. I'm handing out the GOOD candy, too--PB cups, Junior Mints and Butterfingers! I must be getting old and crotchety.

Monday, October 23, 2006

SGHS Class of 86

Ah, the beery ritual of the Class Reunion!

The 20th had fewer attendees than the 10th. The staples--former football players and cheerleaders--were well-represented (and well-lubricated by the cash bar). Other groups were MIA. Some people sent in their bio sheet, but didn't come; others attended, but didn't submit a bio sheet; still others bought a ticket but didn't show up. For a graduating class of more than 800, it was sad to have maybe 100 people (including spouses) in attendance.

I learned that Rene Hernandez, my date to the Winter Ball, died of leukemia 6 years ago. One guy from stage crew is now a sound engineer for Jay Leno. The guy who brought a batch of marajuana brownies to the algebra class Christmas party (which I did inhale) has given up pot and owns a restaurant in San Diego. A guy who sat by me in freshman English bought a house on Alpine Villa Drive across the street from the one I lived in for 5 years. Small world, eh?

Also noted: one obvious boob job, weight gains, receeding hairlines, diminished and/or elevated cool quotients, and a handful of classmates who looked exactly the same as they did 20 years ago.

Thanks to Mike, we won two awards: Traveled the Furthest to attend and (tied) for Most Children.

After the official festivities wound down, we decamped to a club in Old Town. When it closed at 2 am, one reveller invited everyone back to her hotel room. Mike and I (wisely) bowed out, but Wendy continued partying on and reported some interesting (read: carnal) developments in the wee hours. File that under Leopards Don't Change Their Spots.

I'm glad we went. Since attendance was small, there is talk about planning a reunion for 85, 86 and 87 next time around. That would kick ass. And I'd be totally on board for the after-after party.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Goin' back to Cali

I'm mostly finished packing--just a few things to remember to bring. Keys to mom & dad's house, DMV paperwork, my itinerary of who I'm seeing when.

Got an appointment with David the Hair God tomorrow afternoon for reparative work.

Bought a body shaper that sucks me in enough to wear my plum silk pantsuit (if I don't waffle and go with the blue vintage ribbon dress instead). Feeling a little better on that account.

Mike is going berserk over the Mets/Cardinals game, interjecting loud compliments on the Cardinals' pitching and whooping when they make a stunning play.

I've never seen him like this. I guess you don't truly know a man until you've watched him watching sports.

Ta ta!

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Random bits

--Washed the hair. Now have rocker/librarian look. Too much layering. I may have to see David the Hair God while I'm in California.

--There were two men getting spa pedicures at the same time I was. I've never been outnumbered by male clients at a salon before. I'm still in Texas, right? Trippy.

--A sign in the massage room warned that services would be terminated if clients became sexually aroused or exposed themselves. Problems with that, eh?

--There is a creature moving around in the wall behind the computer desk. I banged, hoping to scare it away.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Dammit

I just tried on the killer green suit I had planned to wear to the 20th high school reunion this weekend. Uncomfortably snug.

And my new hair guy gave me Rachel hair. It looks nice today, but I have no idea whether I can recreate on my own what Carlos did using a blow dryer, round brush and a curling iron. I don't even own a curling iron anymore.

It makes me 1) afraid that I'm frightfully vain and 2) afraid of shampooing.

Expletive, expletive, expletive.

Backyard Safari

A few snaps of the backyard and environs for your viewing pleasure.

The back of the house, still life with patio furniture.





The addition, christened the "Tea Room" during Angela's visit. AKA the flood zone.



The Grove. Two oranges and a grapefruit, we think.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

The Dilemma

I haven't posted much about church. Not because there isn't fodder (boy, HOWDY is there fodder!) but because I have some reservations about how my unvarnished, new person observations and on-line processing would go over with the locals.

I don't want to censor myself here. But I mentioned my blog while I was helping with the house painting and one of the church ladies said she'd like to read it.

I got slapped with the label "man hater" when I was the New Gal in my Ohio student ward. It was inaccurate and seriously detrimental to my social life; I battled this wrongheaded notion the entire time I lived there.

I don't want something like that to happen here, especially since we're here for the long haul. Of course, I own the things I say here, but reading my blog doesn't necessarily provide the Whole Picture of ME. I'd like people here to get to know me in three dimensions. I'm not sure how the blog fits in. I don't want to alienate anyone.

Then again, I may forge new friendships based on shared dislike of the Sunday School teacher's 100-yard-dash through the lesson material every week.

Give said the little stream

I spent the past 2 days helping a couple in my new ward pack, paint their house, and sort garage sale stuff. My mom has been pep talking me to volunteer, so I did. It got me out of the house and put me in better spirits.

And I scored some church books as their thank you--ones on marriage, motherhood, priesthood that I will have fun dissecting, plus some Lowell Bennion/Carol Lynn Pearson volumes.

I got to spend time with some women in the ward that I normally don't see--the ones who disappear into Primary and YW. The Primary president is a HOOT. Reminds me of Swizzies, big time. She's setting me up with her hair guy and gave me the lowdown on some folks in the ward (apparently, we have a Close Talker). Oh, and she wants me in Primary, bad. Oy.

I met another woman who works at the local bookstore and was also great fun to talk to. She doesn't come to church much; had I not showed up for the volunteer gig, I wouldn't have met her. She asked how Mike and I met--and had actually heard of Sunstone! Can you feel the kinship?

I also got recommendations for female doctors and learned that the local school district is always looking for subs. If subs get combat pay like they do in CA, that might be worth doing a couple of days a week.

Or maybe I'll rent myself out as a personal organizer, painter, and home stager.

More wedding & bachelorette party photos

This batch courtesy of high school pal, Wendy, and her fascination with all things Mormon.

The limo spirited us away from the rehearsal dinner about 10:00 pm and took us to a salsa club until the wee hours. And yet we all appear the next day fresh as daisies despite the wilting heat.

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Be sure to read the captions. It's not quite like being there, but it's close. Except the part where she made fun of my spreadsheets.

The first guy you see me dancing with--blue shirt, hazy off-center picture--he's the one who gave me his phone number. Didn't quite seem to grasp that I was busy the next day getting married and wasn't going to call him.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

On Being Unemployed

The last time I was unemployed was a stretch between college and grad school, some 10 years ago. I was also dealing with health problems and a surgery that took 6 months to schedule, making it hard to do anything but thumbtwiddle. In addition to feeling icky physically, I was feeling icky emotionally. Not a pleasant time.

I'm trying to have a different attitude this time, but it's still a struggle on some levels to enjoy the down time.

On the plus side, I get to plan meals and cook and venture into new recipe territory (thanks, Adriana). I get to organize my stuff in a new, large space. I get to add to or make over the landscaping. I have time to read, watch movies, blog, read friends' blogs, sleep in, and watch HGTV for ideas.

OTOH, that damn ingrained WASP work ethic leaves me feeling like a sloth for not having a tangible work product at the end of the day--a cleaner house, more unpacking done, etc. Do other housewives or househusbands feel like this, or is it just me?

I know the only pressure being applied is from the weight of my own expectations. Maybe I can table them until after I get back from California at the end of October--and in the meantime try to enjoy what may be one of the few less-encumbered periods in my life.

I'm sure once I am working again, I'll kick myself for not taking full advantage of my current life of leisure. I can always be more systematic about job hunting later on.

Memed

DC Rush Hour got me with this one.

1. Reach for the nearest book to you and open it to page 12.
2. Find the 3rd sentence.
3. Find the 4th word in that sentence.
4. Do a Google Image Search on that word only.
5. Choose the 5th image and post the resulting picture to your blog, along with the word you Googled and these instructions so others can play!

Book: The Elements of Style, Strunk & White.
My word: admires

My resulting image:

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Here comes the Eurythmics' song again

Our house. Our mailbox and street swamped by yet another torrential rainstorm. This is getting tedious.



Photo Safari

Just thought I'd post a few pictures from McAllen taken during my forays. Apologies in advance for the sure-to-be-wonky spacing of pics and captions.




There are several of these around town. I wonder which is the best Best Little Warehouse in Texas?




Local gas prices, rumored to go even lower to keep us addicted. Pay no attention to renewable energy sources behind the curtain!



Victoria's got no secrets. We do. Intimate Secrets. My secret? I ran that yellow light. Shhhh.

I Spy

I misguidedly clicked on a window telling me to update my computer's Java platform. I thought it was something I needed to do--kinda like when Adobe Acrobat tells you when an updated version is available. Since Adobe Acrobat is fairly useful, keeping it updated is a good idea.

Well, what I clicked to update was more malicious. Now I have pop-up ads indicating I can clean all the porn off my computer (oh?) or apply for some third-rate credit card. These are annoying, of course. Worse are the audio-only movie ads that come booming out the speakers at random intervals. I hate them. They startle me. First thing in the morning, I don't want to be startled.

The only part worse than having to deal with these intrusions is that I unwittingly did this to myself. Argh. Maybe when my spies realize that I only visit friends' blogs, Google, and look up driving directions around McAllen, they'll get bored enough to go away. Nothing to surveil here. Move along!

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Beanie Weenie

Tuesday morning. Grocery shopping. Canned foods aisle, bean section. Limited selection.

Store brand, Hill Country Faire.
Goya brand, budget-friendly y hecho en Mexico.
S&W on the Specialty shelf; overpriced.

Which brand far outnumbers all these combined?

Bush's Beans. Coincidence?

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Tito's Tacos

My dad (and years later my college roommate) introduced me to Tito's Tacos. It's on the westside, so I don't get there often. I used to plan my flights so I'd get in to LAX when Tito's was open so I could fulfill salsa and burrito requests for Utah-bound Tito's fans.

Our trip to LA last weekend to attend the memorial service for Marianne also afforded us the chance to dine at Tito's.

Mike, who ventures farther across the Tito's menu than I do, ordered a chicken tamale, a cheese enchilada, and a crispy beef taco with cheese. I always get a meat and bean burrito; the only variation occurs in the number of tacos I order.

I don't know when I'll get back to Tito's; hence, there was gluttony. Chips, salsa, guacamole that Mike ordered. A taco covered in shredded cheese with salsa ladled over the top mixing with the juices of the meat inside.

Waiting, waiting impatiently for the burrito to cool enough to handle. Nibbling an opening. Kneading the glorious bean and meat filling out the top and into my ravenous mouth. Suckling, slurping, savoring. They call it Tito's. I call it heaven.

Given our proximity to Mexico, there MUST be something comparable to Tito's in McAllen.