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Monday, June 28, 2010

The Quest For Fun, part four: "Aunt Mandy's Camp"

I've been absent in the blogging world for several days now and I'll probably be gone for most of this week too.  But it's all part of my master plan for "The Quest For Fun."

If you missed my first three segments about our summer vacation, then you can read about them here:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three



"This is no longer a vacation. It's a quest. It's a quest for fun. I'm gonna have fun and you're gonna have fun. We're all gonna have so much f*cking fun we'll need plastic surgeory to remove our godamn smiles. You'll be whistling 'Zip-A-Dee Doo-Dah' out of you're *ssholes!" 


As one of my favorite characters Clark W. Griswold states above, a vacation is often an impossible quest -- full of challenges and setbacks along the way.  You may endure some rough waves, but you must press on~!

Here's what has been going on in my world lately (or why I'm too exhausted to write a witty, thoughtful post):

Last week I hosted an event at my home that included fifteen kids and thirteen adults!!!  Yes, there was a total of 28 people in my house at one time....  YIKES!  Now I know a little bit what the Duggars feel like, let me tell you!  Although the social venture was a success, the numbers were overwhelming.  It was very loud at several points where I could hardly hear others speak from the noise.  Still I was glad to pull off a nice time for everyone involved.  I have learned quite a few tricks from hosting in the past.  Some of my best secrets are putting all the kid's drinks outside, having a trash can in every room, using plastic ware and most importantly, being flexible!   

Soon after the house was full of 28 people, it became empty again. Then we had Kirk's sister Karen, her husband Mike and their two children over for the weekend.  This crazy crew was taking a mini-family vacation and celebrating Mike's birthday with us in Pensacola. 

We left the details of the trip up to them.  I simply cooked and provided a place to stay.  So they suggested we visit the beach, barbecue, play volleyball.  (Karen sprained her fingers and I nearly popped a blood vessel....  Are we getting old or what?!)  We ate a ton.  We drank a lot.  But it was all in good fun -- that continuous 'quest for fun'! 


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(Kirk's sister and their family visited us over the weekend for a mini-vacation)

Vivian had a glorious time playing with her two cousins -- Cody and Kristen.  Vivian and Cody are just six months apart.  Kristen is older by eight years to them both.  So she has the pleasure of bossing them around (or trying to anyway -- Vivian doesn't stand for that too long though! ;-) 

Immediately Kristen began dressing up the kids and putting on shows for them.  Every afternoon when Viv awoke from her nap, she'd say, "See Kristen!" meaning that she couldn't wait to play with her again.  I knew it would be tough when they left town.  So I asked Kirk's sister if Kristen could spend the week with us and play longer.  Since Kristen is out of school and stuck in a boring camp that she's attended for several years now (her words, not mine), Karen agreed.

So now I have an addition to my "quest for fun" -- "Aunt Mandy's Camp" for Kristen, age 11.  She is almost a teenager and her sarcasm proves it.  Will I regret this or will this be a week filled with even more great stories to tell?  We shall see! 


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(Cousins Kristen and Vivian -- the two divas in the house!)


Let the fun begin!  "Aunt Mandy's Camp" started today with a trip to the bowling alley, lunch at McDonald's and a visit to the library.  We have on our agenda later this week -- pottery painting, jump and slide playtime, swimming and a visit to the pier. 

For starters today, Viv had two meltdowns.  Kristen told Vivian repeatedly to "stop kicking her chair" and to "move over so she can have a turn".  Hahaha - So that's what having a sister is like?  Why did I always want one?  (just kidding.  sort of.)

No seriously, so far, they're behaving themselves.  So far, it's been all things that I can handle.  I only worry about being worn out by the end of each day. 

In between their craziness, Kristen wants to play non-stop games or help me bake.  I've gotten her hooked on Scattegories so far and she's determined to beat me; though she hasn't yet.  We have also played a few rounds of Clue too.  Today she chose two books at the library which I hope will help her wind down in the evenings to prepare for bed. 

I've got my work cut out for me this week!  But I'm looking forward to it too.  I love Kristen almost like she's my own and I've been a part of her life since she was three (when Kirk and I first began dating).

We drive Kristen back  home on Thursday or Friday of this week; then we'll spend the Fourth of July weekend with other relatives. 

Meanwhile, I'm trying to keep up with my own reading and exercise routine.  Before I wake the children up, I've been getting on my treadmill to run in addition to completing a scultping workout.  (Kind of like my own physical bootcamp before I start my mental bootcamp of the day!) 

By nighttime, I'm happily putting my head on the pillow.  No insomnia this week!!!  But the quest for fun is a good cause. I hope to see Kristen happy this week and sad to be leaving "Aunt Mandy's Camp" by the time the week is done.  Either that, or I'm sending her to army bootcamp or juvenile detention!  ;-) 

I'll be sure to post more pictures and update with any interesting tales when I can.  Hopefully in a few days! 

In the mean time, have a wonderful week!  Go out and do something fun!  Show kindness to your family and try something new.   Enjoy these summer days!


Friday, June 25, 2010

Bugs On The Brain?

Last night I had the fourth dream within a month where an animal was trying to get under my skin, with the intent to harm and kill me.  This is starting to unnerve me a little.  Do dreams come true?  In these cases, I hope NOT!   

The venomous critter trying to strike me last night was a spider.  It looked similar to this beast:

Pesky vermon just waiting to eat me alive!!



Before that terror, I dreamt a group of various insects (several that I couldn't identify) were trying to bore holes into my body.  And even prior to that, I awoke in fear that a snake was trying to strike me. 

Anyone wish to interpret these dreams for me?  Or do I even want to know what they mean?

I'm trying to make sense of all of this instead of being afraid to enter slumber then suffer with insomnia.  And so I don't go crazy spraying myself with pest control products.


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Here are a few explanations (that I am telling myself, so far) on why I'm bugged-out:


1.  I've seen the film "Men in Black" way too many times.  I have always found it funny when Will Smith steps on the cockroaches at the end of the movie.  Perhaps my laughter caught up with me and the bugs are taking action against me.


2. Vivian sings "Shoo fly, don't bother me!" at least a dozen times in one day.  Perhaps all her fun and games have caused me to dream about critters?


3.  Kirk sprayed pesticides around the house a few weeks ago because we grew tired of screaming like deranged Spartan cheerleaders every time a roach crossed our path at 6:30 a.m.  Now the revenge on us has begun!


4.  Two nights ago a horse-fly snuck its way into our home just after 9 p.m. as we let our dog Bono out to do his business one last time before bedtime.  This blood-sucking pest began zipping its way around our living room and kitchen.   Then it buzzed past my ear before landing on our ceiling.  Together you should have seen Kirk and I work as a team to kill this beast!!  Our faces were like killers on the war path.  I positioned myself to look similar to this: 


          Me practicing my Kung-fu on a few bugs I wish to kill!


After Kirk knocked it down with a magazine while standing on a bar stool, I used my ninja moves to squash him to death.  Victory!  We conquered.  But now the bugs are conquering me in my dreams?! 


5. I was once infatuated with the Bugs Bunny cartoon character. So somehow my brain is now confusing the friendly bunny with bugs of all sorts!  (Also, I've been eating a lot of carrots lately too?) 


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Whatever the real reason is, I wish to be bug-free.  Both in my home and in my once sweet dreams! 

I hope that will be the end result for me very soon.  I'm itching all over right now just writing this post and thinking about my nightmares.... 

What bugs or critters haunt you, whether in real life or in your dreams?  Do you ever have nightmares like these?


Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Soundtrack of My Life



We all have songs that take us back to a certain place, a certain point in our lives.  We often attach them to a memory or a person.  Perhaps we even reach a pivital moment where we can no longer listen to a particular tune in the same way without rehashing that distant recollection. 

I have a lot of songs that remind me of my past -- both good and bad -- hilarious and sad.  My brain can somehow remember a song in such a vivid manner, where I was and who I was with when those first beats come on the radio; meanwhile I can't remember much about the first year of my daughter's life and I'm beginning to forget the first few years of my marriage (and most things before that too). 

A few days ago I began thinking of the songs that make up the soundtrack of my life (thus far).  I wrote down the first tunes that came to my mind.  These songs take me back to riding in the car with my parents as a child, my first love, my silly days of gym class in middle school, my first sense of real freedom in college and the moment when I found my wedding song and thereafter.
 
What are some of the songs of your life?  What artists and lyrics stick out in your mind? 

Here is my list of songs (including cheezy tunes and one-hit wonders) that I could never forget:

My Early Years -

"China Grove" by The Doobie Brothers - This song reminds me of my parents, mostly of my mom.  I can still picture her rockin' out to this song while driving or riding in the car.  The lyrics themselves don't have much meaning to me and I'm not sure that they do for my mother either.  I think she just likes the beat and guitar rhythms. 


"In the Air Tonight" by Phil Collins - This song reminds me of my dad.  He would always crank up this tune, especially when the drums errupt in the final chorus and release the built up tension from the lyrics.  Now though, when I hear this song I also think of that movie scene in "The Hangover" where Mike Tyson is playing this song in his home.  So I can hardly listen to this melody without laughing and remembering that film.

There are many other songs that remind me of my folks -- Kenny Rogers, Cher, Gloria Estefan and Miami Sound Machine and a half-dozen others.  But the above two were what popped into my head first when I thought of Ginny and Larry ("Mia" and "Buddy").

Middle School -



"Lost in Your Eyes" by Debbie Gibson - This song takes me back to the first boy I ever had a massive crush on, Ryan M.  He had these big, brown eyes.  The kind that captivated me.  I was so in love with this boy.  So of course this quintessential, cheezy song from the late 1980's was my theme song in the seventh and eighth grades as I was over the moon for this fella.  From the mall cruising days to thinking that Tiffany was a better singer, Debbie Gibson was all the rage back in the day.  That boy - Ryan M. - he did give me my first kiss, by the way.  I was barely twelve and it was amazing. But thankfully (for me) we never dated seriously or had a courtship longer than a homecoming dance beyond that. 




"Hey, What's Going On" by 4 Non Blondes" - This one-hit wonder will always and forever remind me of my best friend Jynell, the girl who has known me since we were in diapers.  We used to sing this song, very loudly in the middle of gym class in seventh, eighth, and perhaps even ninth grade.  Just for kicks!  Just randomly start belting out the song, line by line.  To this day, we still sing this song to each other on the phone.  Or we'll post lyrics on each other's facebook page.  Jynell and I lost touch for almost ten years but reconnected over a year ago.  Thankfully it was like we never missed a beat.  I will always cherish this song and my friendship with her.  I heard this song on the radio recently and immediately called her while it was playing.  Don't you love it when songs do that to you?



The entire soundtrack from the movie "Singles" - This CD also reminds me of my friend Jynell but on a bigger picture, it takes me back to the musical scene where grunge artists from Seattle were emerging and teenagers everywhere stopped showering, shaving and giving a damn.  To this day, I still love this gem of a CD (with artists like Pearl Jam, Alice in Chains, etc.) and the movie that goes along with it -- it's about finding love, finding yourself and making choices as a single adult.  Plus it has great actors like Matt Dillon, Bridget Fonda and Kyra Sedgwick.


The College Years


For some reason, not many songs in high school stick out in my mind.  Or maybe I block them out?  Perhaps I was too busy being involved in extracurricular activities and trying to keep up with schoolwork.  None really jump out at me from tenth, eleventh and twelfth grades.  So.... let's move on to the college years and beyond, shall we?


"Strawberry Wine" by Deana Carter - (yes a country song, from me? Can you believe it?)  Surprisingly, I used to listen to a lot of Country music.  Not so much anymore though....  But this particular, sweet song reminds me of a road trip I took in college with my wonderful friend Tracy.  I don't remember exactly where we went but I know we became lost at some point.  That is the way it was with my college friends -- get in the car and go with not a lot of planning behind it.  Expect to take the long journey home and expect for somone to lose their wallet or lock their keys in the car.  Still, it was a blast in my late teens and early twenties. To have that sense of freedom that you can only have while at a university with no real parental authority.  This was when I really discovered the kind of person I was and who I wanted to become.  (Note: Anytime I hear a Pat Benatar song, I also think of my friend Tracy who had this sensational move to "We Belong" that no one else can emulate.)



"You'll Be In My Heart" by Phil Collins - This was the song that ended my college days.  I remember driving back to Gray, Louisiana after I had graduated and packed up the remains of my apartment.  I cried the whole route home.  I was feeling very emotional about the new chapter in my life -- the friends I was leaving behind, some of whom I knew that I'd not remain close with much after that event.  I cried over the uncertainty of my future, as I didn't have a job lined up yet.  (and I didn't have a clue what it was like to begin a career!)  Even though this song was written for the Disney animated movie "Tarzan" about the love between a mother and son, the lyrics will always remind me of the life I was leaving behind -- my college years -- those mostly care-free days of little responsibility -- for the very last time.



My Early Twenties

"Cheeseburger in Paradise" and the entire Jimmy Buffet greatest hits CD - Nothing says carefree and fun more than a Jimmy Buffet song.  That perfectly describes my state of mind at age 22.  I was single and living alone in an apartment in a suburb of New Orleans working at my first job out of college.  After months of planning, I took my first ever solo trip to visit friends Kari and Sandy in San Francisco, California.  To date, this venture is the best vacation ever.  I spent ten days sightseeing along the Pacific coast -- walking in downtown SF, wine tasting in Napa Valley, being amazed by redwood trees at a national park, and imagining myself as a criminal at Alcatraz Island.  During that visit, I listened to a lot of Buffet.  At one point, while driving along CA's famous highway 1, my friend Sandy and I began screaming, "I like mine with lettuce and potatoes, Heinz 57 and french-fried potatoes, Big koscher pickle and a cold draft deer - Well good God almighty, which way do I steer for my Cheeseburger in Paradise"  And when I say scream, I mean SCREAM out the car window at people walking by or riding their bikes.  We received a lot of strange looks but damn, it was fun!  Such a great point in my life and just a few months before I met Kirk. 



Meeting Kirk, The Love of My Life  

Last year on our wedding anniversary, I posted the story of how Kirk and I met and how our virtual courtship began.  From the very beginning, even in our emails, we talked about music and past relationships.  We were very open and honest about our previous bad experiences.  I'll never forget when Kirk mentioned this below song to me:

"The Heart of the Matter" by Don Henley -  About a year prior to meeting me, Kirk dated a woman who really put his heart and emotions through the ringer.  When he finally saw that their relationship was toxic and not working out for him, he ended it.  He gave himself time to heal and move on and by the time we met, he had.  Still despite every cruel and selfish thing that lady did to him, Kirk still looked back at the relationship in a positive manner.  In fact, he referenced this song when he told me the story, saying it was about "forgiveness."  When he said this to me and when he revealed what happened, I knew he was the one for me.  Crazy as it may sound.  And I will always remember this song as his connection to the past that helped him move on to his future with me.  I'm glad that he went through his ordeals so he can appreciate what real love can be now.  Whenever I hear this song on the radio today, I listen intently and fondly thanking Henley for his words that helped Kirk let go of his past.


Getting Married and Beyond

Although Kirk and I shared a love for the same music and artists, when it came time to planning our wedding, nothing immediately came to our minds for a wedding song.  We both really love U2 but none of Bono's songs felt right for our union.   Then we heard this song.....

"True Companion" by Marc Cohn - When I first heard the words to this beautiful song, tears immediately came streaming down my face.  Kirk and I were sitting upstairs at his computer desk in our condo.  We were months away from our wedding day.  We looked at each other and "knew" that this would be our song.  I bought the CD the next day and played it in my car for weeks leading up to our wedding, hoping that on our special day, I could resist the urge to cry like I did every time I heard the chorus begin.  Somehow I did manage not to have tears flowing while we danced on our wedding day, but every other day I do tear up listening to this song.  I absolutely love it and feel lucky that we heard it and chose it to represent us.  Because after all, we are each other's "True Companion."  Click here to read the lyrics and see why we love this song.



"Ever the Same" by Rob Thomas - Several years and a diva of a daughter into my marriage, I was having a particularly difficult week, maybe even month.... I was stressed about motherhood, stressed over working full-time.  I wasn't feeling quite like myself.  I remember crying to Kirk and him holding me for a long time.  Later that same day he shared with me the lyrics to this song.... 'Just let me hold you while you're falling apart/ Just let me hold you and we'll both fall down/ Fall on me/ Tell me everything you want me to be/ Forever with you/ Forever in me/ Ever in same....."  Well needless to say, when he told me that these lyrics made him think of me and how all he wants to do is hold me and take my pain away, I only cried more (of course).  But the song did make me feel better, just like Kirk made me feel better.  And now this song will always have a special place in my heart.  When I hear it, I know that it's okay to fall apart sometimes and that I'm lucky to have someone who will lift a hand and pick me back up again.


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So far, this completes the soundtrack of my life.  Volumes 1 and 2, that is.  Quite a mix of tunes, don't you think?  Surprisingly, most of my favorite singers didn't even make the cut (like U2, Madonna, Michael Jackson, Journey, Elvis, Otis Redding, Fleetwood Mac, Lionel Richie etc. etc.).  Plus, I didn't even mention my angry chick song phase either - Alanis Morissette, Courtney Love and more.  But that's the strange thing about music -- just because you love a particular artist, that doesn't mean that the musician is a representative of your life, other than you simply adoring their music. 

Friends have told me that certain songs remind them of me, like "Footloose" for example, since that is one tune that causes me to get up and line-dance.  However, that song didn't make this list either.  Although I enjoy it, the lyrics aren't particularly special to me or remind me of a specific event (but rather several drunken weddings and parties I've attended)....  

I wonder what songs will be added to the next phase in my life's soundtrack (volumes 3, 4 and more).  I can't wait to see what songs will remind me of Vivian as she ages and we make memories together.  Or if/when we add another kid to our wacky family.... seeing what that will do to us all.... 

What a great life so far!  Now I've got the soundtrack and the written meaning behind it to prove it.  I'm ready to rock on and rock out to these songs then see what moves me next....

Tell me about a song or two that takes you to your past.  Do you have one that would surprise most people?




Sunday, June 20, 2010

Like Father, Like Daughter

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Even though Vivian is with me the majority of the time, I see so much of Kirk within her.  Some of her strongest personality traits come from her father.  


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Here are ten ways in which Viv is just like her daddy:


1. Both Viv and Kirk are one step away from resembling the obsessive compulsive character Mr. Monk.  The way the two of them line up objects around the house, color-coordinate various items and want to brush their teeth/wash their hands non-stop just baffles me. 




Here is an actual photo I took after Viv lined up her alphabet puzzle letters a few days ago.  She single-handedly aligned them by their colors.  Strange to me but I hear it's quite normal for her age.

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(Vivian sorts her puzzle pieces by color - a logical, math skill she inherited from her father).

2.  Both daddy and daughter make silly faces.  I find that both even raise their eyebrows in the same way.  Viv and Kirk can both scour and pout the same way too.  Of course they can also light up the room with their smiles and laughter as well. 

3.  They give me random hugs. The only difference is that Kirk's arms linger down to my breasts while Vivian's stay behind my shoulder.  Still, it's the best feeling in the world, from both of them.


4. They both like to color and draw.  Kirk taught Vivian how to draw circles and she'd rather do that now than color inside the lines. 


5. They both love cheese.  Every day Viv will ask me for a piece of cheese and each evening when Kirk comes home from work, he reaches in the fridge for cheese to go along with crackers.  


6. They are both very selective in who they befriend (not liking just anyone or people in general).  But once they like you, they simply adore you and become your biggest fan.  Kirk and Viv are devoted to their friends and family members.


7. Viv and Kirk are both cautious and calculated individuals.  They take their time and weigh their options before making a decision -- whether it's going down a playground slide or taking a step toward the future.


8.  They both like being in the driver's seat.  They are leaders, not followers.  Neither of them follow the crowd nor adhere to popular beliefs.  Instead father and daughter are paving their own ways, not waiting to see what others are doing. 


9. They are both comfortable being on all fours and are quite good at pretending to be animals.  I love watching them crawl around the house like cats or dogs on any given day (like in the below photo).

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(Father and daughter on the prawl.....)


10.  There are no two other people that show me continual love and appreciation.  I can't imagine being loved better by anyone else and in turn, who I love right back.

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(Beautiful daughter, handsome father - the loves of my life!)


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Kirk, if you ever feel as if you are losing sight of yourself later in life, you won't have to look very far to find a mini version of yourself right there in our beautiful daughter named Vivian. :-)


My only hope is that Viv and Kirk will be as close as I am with my own father ("Buddy").   I can talk to my dad about most anything. I know he is one of my biggest fans for anything I hope to achieve.  The more I watch Viv and Kirk together, the more I believe they will be the best of friends later in life, just as they are now. 


Happy Father's Day to you Kirk and to my own dad "Buddy"!  I'm lucky to have these great role models in my life and Vivian is lucky to have you both as her male confidants.  

Thursday, June 17, 2010

An Ode To Baking Powder (a.k.a. Cooking Failure 101)

My dearest baking powder, my friend,
I'll never forget to include you again....

For although you may be tiny and white,
You apparently put up a great baker's fight.

Without you, brownies and breads don't rise!
Without you in a dish, I can hardly believe my eyes!

Foods turn to mush and they don't look good.
Desserts just don't come out like they should. 

You and your cousin "soda" only share a teaspoon or two.
But wow, the consistency fails without either of you. 

Like this morning when my blueberries melted away
And our muffins looked like vomit on a sick day. 

I realized my mistake as the oven heated the room.
The end result was a disaster.  Without you, we are doomed. 

So baking powder, my love, a chef's right hand.
Now I see the error.  Now I truly understand.

You are the greatest tool for a baker's delights.
I see how special you are.  I see the light. 

For future, I'll never forget to add dashes of your powder.
I see your strengths now and I've never felt prouder. 

Come with me.  Let's bake a loaf of bread.
Let's show the world how we forge ahead.

Thank you for teaching me this very important tip.
Now let's eat something that will go straight to my hips. 



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Exhibit A - today's baking failure: blueberry mush (a.k.a. vomit) muffins.


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The baking powder mocks my muffins!  He says there is no such life without him!



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Have you ever forgotten a vital baking ingredient, even a tiny one, that completely changed the outcome of your recipe?  Share your cooking disasters with me in the comments! 


Wednesday, June 16, 2010

The Quest For Fun, Part Three: The Movie Disaster

Quote of the summer: (Must keep repeating it to myself over and over again....)

"This is no longer a vacation. It's a quest. It's a quest for fun. I'm gonna have fun and you're gonna have fun. We're all gonna have so much f*cking fun we'll need plastic surgeory to remove our godamn smiles. You'll be whistling 'Zip-A-Dee Doo-Dah' out of you're *ssholes!"



Welcome to the third installment of "The Quest For Fun."  If you missed my first and second editions of our summer vacation adventures, please click here and then click here
 

Today has definitely been a Clark W. Griswold kind of experience.  Just hours ago I took Vivian to her first ever movie. 

Well actually, technically -- we didn't even make it for the previews.  So I should clarify -- I took Vivian INSIDE a theater to ATTEMPT to see her first ever film.

The local theaters here offer free movies to kids during the months of June and July.  I figured this was the perfect opportunity to expose Viv to films and the thrill of seeing a movie.  If it didn't work out, then at least I wouldn't lose any money out of my own pocket.

Ummm, yeah.... good thing I went there with low expectations.... 

I had my doubts whether Viv would do well in this kind of setting -- tons of people everywhere, lots of noise and a dark theater.  I just didn't anticipate her flipping out as soon as we stepped out of the car.  But she did. 

She began screaming and crying, with red face and piercing moans right as we edged toward the crowd.  I know that waiting in a line is not her strong suit but I thought if I could hang around until the majority of folks made it through, perhaps I could calm her down and we could slip into the theater at the last moment.  WRONG. 

Several  of my friends (and fellow moms) happened to be there waiting in line and waved hello to me (and gave me understanding, sympathetic glances) as I passed them, dragging Vivian by the arm into the facility. My intent was to try to help her cope with a new setting.  I wasn't ready to give up just yet.  Perhaps there was still hope that she could adjust and see the movie.  Who knows?  She can surprise me at times.  Maybe we could both still manage to have a good time.  FAIL. 

As we entered the building, Vivian became increasingly upset.  I pulled her aside ignoring the fact that we hadn't even gotten our free tickets yet and should not even be in there.  The ticket-taker, blonde-haired teenager rolled her eyes at me but let me by as I gave her my look that said, "Just let us walk around.  No, I don't have our f*cking tickets yet!" 

I carried Viv over to the arcade section, thinking she might enjoy playing a game or looking at the stuffed animals.  NOPE. 

I sat down at a nearby table and placed her in a chair next to me thinking that our isolation would cheer her up.  WRONG AGAIN. 

By this time she was in FULL HYSTERIC MODE.  Screaming, crying and more with no signs of letting up.

Finally I took her into the bathroom where thankfully no one else was dwelling.  We closed the door behind us in the handicap stall and I hugged her.  Together we cried.  My tears came rolling down at this point.  I couldn't stop them. I hoped they'd somehow help wash away the past ten minutes or magically whisk me back into my car so I could drive home and start the day over again. 
Viv continued sobbing for another four minutes or so bringing her total to about fifteen minutes at this point.  I cried for about three minutes until I could pull myself together, wash my face, and step outside the stall. 

Why did I cry?  Two reasons.  First, it's not easy to watch your child be so upset and especially not be able to calm her down.  Second, when you're stressed and you're in a situation that you don't know quite what to do next, you just cry sometimes.  When all else fails, just let all your emotions out. 

When we both felt somewhat emotionally and physically presentable again, we walked out of the women's restroom hand in hand.  I knew then that seeing a movie was NOT going to happen.  Even though I asked Vivian twice if she wanted to go home.  She replied, "no."  Even though I mentioned that we would be walking to the car soon and Viv promptly said, "No, no car." 

But perhaps I could still make it an educational experience for Viv.  So we slipped into a completely empty theater where no film was playing.  No one was around.  Just us. We sat in the movie chairs and I let her roam around.  Vivian did okay in that setting for about two minutes.  She sat in the theater chair for a total of thirty seconds.  Until she had a tantrum once again.  Why?  I don't know for sure.

So I snapped these photos of her (below).  I didn't know what else to do. 

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You can think less of me if you want or even call me cruel.  But I wanted to remember her at that moment .  I wanted to remember how I felt and how she felt. 

This is reality folks.  I want to let people know that motherhood ain't always pretty.  Children (especially Viva the Diva) are not always happy and easy-going.  Even when it's something simple and that should be enjoyable, like seeing a movie. 

After these fits, we promptly left the movie facility once and for all.  Viv was still crying all the way to the car.  She continued screaming and saying, "No, No!" even after I placed her in the carseat.  So what did I do then?  I snapped a few more photos, of course:

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Still despite us both crying in the ladies' room like two middle school girls weeping over a broken heart, I'm glad we went.  We both learned a few important lessons today. 

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Lessons Learned from The Meltdown Movie Experience Are The Following:

1.  Continue going into public places with your child(ren) but do it with low expectations.  Expect crying fits.  Expect fights.  Expect the worst possible scenario.  Then if and when you actually have a pleasant experience, you'll really enjoy it and appreciate it much more.


2. Try your best not to envy that well-behaved, mellow child (and his/her mother) who is patiently waiting in line for their movie ticket and popcorn.  Perhaps that kid is a bed-wetter or never sleeps through the night like my Vivian does.  Perhaps that child has no personality and nothing truly likeable about him/her.


3. Don't be embarassed if you need to cry along with your child.  Frankly, most people clear the room and leave you alone after that;  then you can have your own private pity party.  In fact, throw in a few crazy looks and gestures too so that someone will voluntarily put you in a straitjacket.

4.  When you leave the house to do anything, let's face it -- that's the real accomplishment!  We got dressed today.  We brushed our teeth.  We actually made it to an event on time (with a two year old).  I think that deserves a round of applause right there -- just showing up at all!

5. Who needs a movie theater where you're fighting crowds and looking for seats?  The best seat for a film is at home, in my own living room.  This way I can take my shoes off and not even wear a bra.  Vivian can talk as loud as she wants.  Best of all, we can pause the movie each time either of us needs to pee.


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So I suppose the experience wasn't so bad after all.  Anytime that we can walk away from a place and learn new things in life, then Viv and I are doing our jobs.  We're achieving our daily dose of education. 

And don't feel too sorry for the Diva even after viewing the above photos I took of her and posted for the world to see.  Although she cried off and on from 9:30 a.m. to 10:06 a.m., by the time I pulled away from the parking lot (at 10:08 a.m.), she was happily eating pretzels.  She had forgotten about the disaster after two minutes.  And I happily gulped down her Juicy Juice box (berry punch flavored).  In route to our house, we stopped at the grocery store to pick up a pint of ice cream.  Then we settled in at home for our own private showing of Alvin and the Chipmunks.

All is right in the world again for now..... until tomorrow's disaster that is....

(Stay tuned for more of our mis-adventures.  The summer is not even half way over yet.) 

Monday, June 14, 2010

The Quest For Fun, Part Two (photo diary)

Welcome to the second installment of "The Quest For Fun." 
If you missed my explanation in the first post,
click here to read it. 

In summary, spending summer vacation with your children is not a relaxing, care-free thing to do.  With only two weeks down in June, I already feel a bit like Clark W. Griswold in "National Lampoon's Vacation."  My favorite line from that film is when Chevy Chase goes insane and says the following:



"This is no longer a vacation. It's a quest. It's a quest for fun. I'm gonna have fun and you're gonna have fun. We're all gonna have so much f*cking fun we'll need plastic surgeory to remove our godamn smiles. You'll be whistling 'Zip-A-Dee Doo-Dah' out of you're *ssholes!"


So many parents (including my own) feel like taking a trip is a battle instead of a pleasant adventure.  Still despite the annoyances that I wrote about before, I'm determined to stay active and expose Vivian and myself to as much culture as we can stand!  We'll keep going on and going like the energizer bunny until we are singing through our *ssholes, just as Clark W. Griswold describes above. 

We are very lucky that there is so much to do right here in our hometown at affordable (or even FREE) prices.  Here is a photo summary of our 2010 Quest For Fun from the past two weeks:  (thanks to my friend Simone of Chocolate Covered Daydreams who suggested I create a photo diary of my summer activities.  I'm kicking it off with this post!)

1. Blueberry Picking
Please don't call the child labor law professionals on me.  But yes, I make Vivian work for her food.  In fact, we've gone blueberry picking TWICE in the last week. 

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(Our first trip to the blueberry farm.  Check out my little blueberry picking pal.  Together we picked about 24 cups of blueberries within our two visits).

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(I love this shot of the Diva.  She has a Scarlett O'Hara expression on her face.... "As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again!"  Hahaha) 


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(Our second trip to a blueberry farm, this time with the grandparents.  We all did manual labor!)


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(I wonder what she's thinking here..... Perhaps she is saying - "I'm too cute to work this hard!")



2. Grandparents Visit (Mia and Buddy come to town!)

Vivian was fortunate to have her grandparents, also known as Mia and Buddy stop in for a weekend visit.  She was given lots of attention for three days in a row and loved every minute of it.  Here is one photo I captured while we ate out at Beef O' Brady's restaurant.


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(Vivian with her Buddy and Mia, June 2010)


3. Toy Store Shopping

As if the Diva isn't spoiled enough, we took a trip to the local Toys-R-Us store.  I'm not sure who had more fun during the visit-- Vivian OR Kirk?  I'll let you be the judge!  :-)


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(I like big balls! :-)

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(Are these all for me?)


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(Kirk was mauled by a dog in the middle of the toy store!)

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(Then suddenly that dog attacked Buddy). 


4. Life's A Beach

We visited the local Pensacola beach.  Our family wanted to see how the oil spill affected the local community.  Plus we thought a few sunshine rays and sand might help rejuvenate our skin.  Although we didn't see any oil or tar where we hung out, our bunch definitely gained a new appreciation for our shores.  Vivian had a wonderful time throwing sand and just being in the water.

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(Don't I look great?  I've already turned down the Sports Illustrated Swim Suit edition cover twice!)

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(Why make a sand castle when you can just throw this stuff around?!)


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(Vivian wouldn't let anyone else but me hold her in the water.  It's a tough job but somebody has to do it! :-)


5. Pet Store Tour

We arranged to take a tour of an area pet store.  One of the associates showed us around and let Vivian and other children touch a bird, dog and rabbit.  In addition, we witnessed a snake eating fish and saw a variety of reptiles, birds and mammals play.  The kids loved it!

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(Look Mom, it's a feret!  Can we please take it home?)


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(Is this rabbit related to Bugs Bunny?)


6. Art Museum Visit

The Pensacola Museum of Art just opened up a special children's exhibit about monkeys, exploration and China's dynasty.  Of course we had to check it out for ourselves, especially since it was a free event.  The displays had a few interactive things that kids could touch or play with.  Viv liked that part best of all. 

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(Viv strolling through the children's exhibit in the local art museum)


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(I love touching things!  I wonder what this does?)


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(Why do I feel like I'm on a game show?  Press your luck, anyone?  No Whammy!  No Whammy!) 


Monkeying Around At the Children's Art Museum Exhibit....


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(Perhaps mankind did really evolve from monkeys?)


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(I should've starred in Planet of the Apes!)


7.  Bowling

We have taken Vivian bowling at least four times before last week.  However this was the first visit that she wanted anything to do with the sport.  Viv decided she loves it now though.  In fact, she didn't want to share her lane or take turns with anyone else at the alley.  Future Queenpin Kingpin professional, perhaps?


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(What the hell?  That should've been a strike!!!  I was robbed..... I was robbed from my victory!!)


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(I love how my mommy helped color-coordinate my top with the carpet in this bowling alley.  I'm feeling very stylish today!) 


8.  Random Fun

Sometimes Viva the Diva just performs a random, silly act out of the blue.  Like one night last week she began placing the alphabet letter "O" on her nose.  Just for the hell of it.  I like to think that it's a symbol of her having "O" such a fun time on our summer vacation together!  Well, that's what I will keep telling myself anyway....


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(O' What Night!  O, it really was such a night!) 


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(O' I'm so creative and funny!)


Stay tuned for more of our summer vacation adventures as I continue with "The Quest for Fun." In addition, I'll have upcoming posts soon regarding music, friendship tokens and more!  I hope you're enjoying your weeks in June!