Tell It To COACHIE

Julia Child.

Our child.

She looked a little more put together before lunch, but all in all, I think it’s a pretty good match.

1 - Number of stores within 30 minutes at which I am willing to buy items for a Julia Child costume

2 - Number of items needed for costume - one plain blue collared shirt, one plain straight navy blue or black skirt

0 - Number of plain blue collared shirts available in the girls’ section of the PX

0 - Number of plain blue collared shirts available in the boys’ section of the PX

1 - Number of blue collared shirts purchased that approximate what Julia Child might have worn had she been an 10-year-old skate rat boy

1 - Number of Marty’s fingerprints that appear to be on the camera lens

5 - Number of searches on the internet attempting to determine what “Destricto or enablis” is supposed to mean

0 - Number of answers found from internet searches

3 - Number of blue markers needed to finish the “L’ecole des Trois Gourmandes” patch

10 - Number of minutes spent deciding how to attach said patch. Since Marty may be a 10-year-old skate rat boy himself one day, I decided rather than glue it or trot out the sewing machine, I would just loosely stitch it so it could be easily removed.

2 - Number of times I sewed the shirt to itself

1 - Number of times I sewed the shirt to my pants

14 - Number of times I quietly cursed Aislinn’s teacher while repeatedly stitching, pulling out stitches, and restitching

1 - Number of pictures I took of the finished shirt, after I saw the fingerprint and cleaned off the lens

1 - Number of pictures taken with the clean lens that did not seem any less fingerprinted

1 - Number of pictures of bags of onions that I took to see if it was the camera or the shirt causing the crazy lines (note to Erin, we will be bringing back those books on CD)

1 - Number of pictures I took of the finished shirt from above to see if it was the camera or shirt causing the crazy lines

0 - Percent interest I have in continuing to sort out the source of the crazy lines

Moving on:

0 - Number of skirts of any kind available in the girls’ section

0 - Number of black or navy straight skirts available in the juniors’ section for less than $26

8 - Number of rounds of the girls/juniors section I made looking for anything that might work

1 - Number of nonsleazy skirts I finally found on the sale rack that might fit a 9-year-old twig

50 - Percent off both items I finally bought for the costume

19 - Total number of dollars spent on the Julia Child costume

24 - Ounces of wine it may take me to put the Julia Child costume saga behind me

For those of you that don’t know, this season’s Amazing Race has a deaf guy on it. He’s racing with his mom and they are a good team. Of course, every time he’s interviewed, he says he wants to show the world that deaf people can do anything.

Okay. I was just wondering though? Are there large groups of people who think deaf people can’t do things? In my world, deafness seems to be a handicap that many many people cope with and overcome on a regular basis. His situation sort of reminds me of Charla, the little person on the Amazing Race who wanted to show the world that little people could do anything. I agree that footage of both of them shows that while some tasks are harder for them, they do find a way to complete them. And so, I will agree that they both have shown the world that their disabilities do not hold them back.

However Luke and Charla, if you want to be an example, then I think you’d better stay on the heroic side of the fence. Or was it your intention to show the world that deaf people can screw over their fellow competitors better than hearing people (even your mom seemed a little leery of the whole thing)? Just like Charla showed the world that little people will lie and act handicapped if they think it will get them special treatment?

Enough of this. What I need people, is a good book. All of the books I have read in 2009 have been complete downers, including the biography of Charles Schultz, A Thousand Splendid Suns, a fascinating yet revolting biography of Jesse James, and a book called The Billionaire’s Vinegar, which is sort of interesting but has no ending. Now I’m back to reading The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, which everyone says is so awesome, but I just don’t get. I find it highly irritating that there is so much untranslated Spanish in it - at least The Yiddish Policeman’s Union had a glossary in the back. I think I went too long without reading it so now I’ll either have to start over, and I really don’t want to, or just hope it all comes together in the end. I had hoped to get to the bookstore on haircut day, but you heard how that turned out. Hopefully when I get to my parents’ house, everyone will be done with their Christmas present books and I can nab a couple for free.

When we got our Wii this Christmas, one of the games we got to go with it was “de Blob.” I had seen a commercial for it on TV, and since I am easily manipulated, I decided we needed it. It turns out to be a really, really fun game, but unfortunately it is more of a one person game than Wii Sports or Mario Kart, so the kiddies don’t choose to play it too often. When they do, I always come out and sit on the couch, because I know sooner or later they are going to ask me for help and pass me the remote. I am awesome at de Blob.

For those of you who don’t know the game, basically the evil INKT Corporation has taken over Chroma City and removed all the color. You, as de Blob, jump all over the buildings and gardens, etc., repainting everything. When you paint a whole block of buildings, you liberate the Raydians, the citizens of the town who have been turned into Graydians. You basically throw your blobby self all over the place, do challenges, and the more different items you pick up, the more patterns, music, etc., you bring to the city. And here I will bow my head and pray that is both the longest and the last video game summary you will find posted here by me.

Anyhoo, little did I know that my world would one day become Chroma City (and that I would be the blob inhabiting). Unfortunately, in order to activate our joyful plans to shake the dust of MO from our feet, we must return our house to its original state. We painted almost every room of this house, because we thought we were going to be here for 3 years. Now, less than 2 years later, the thought of painting over all of our hard work makes me sort of sad, but particularly the kiddies’ rooms because I spent A LOT of time painting them. If you are not Erin, Doug, Kate, or one of the kiddies’ grandparents, you never got to see my handiwork. And you never will. In person that is. Here is Marty’s room:

Using a protractor (yes, a protractor - I’m not sure which is weirder, that we have a protractor or that I was able to lay my hands on it within a few weeks of moving) I cut a wave shape out of a manilla folder and then used it as a stencil all the way around his room I’m sure there is an easier way to do this, as well as an easier way to make sure it stays level (my way was repeatedly measuring the height from the floor to the folder in a most OCD manner). Anyway, in the end I was able to keep it level, and I was happy with the way it turned out. The kiddies call Marty’s bed “the boat” because the height of the waves makes his bed look like it’s floating. I chose that height very carefully - based on my strong conviction that the waves must be higher than the window sill so wouldn’t have to paint waves on that wall too.

The HP found these old decorative wooden fish I had when I was single and put them up on the wall. Of course, whenever things get very exciting back there, the fish get knocked off the wall, but when the room is straightened up and no one is in it, the fish look really cute.

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Remember that paint I had to pick up in the snow storm? Yes, well Marty’s room, sadly has been returned to its Army issue/institutional FLW white. So has our room, although I hadn’t really done any special painting back there. But I still have the front of the house and the kitchen, and for a few more weeks I’ve got the girls room.

Aislinn wanted blue, Lauren wanted pink, so I talked them into this stripey thing, and if I thought the wave was a lot of trouble, let me tell you, measuring stripes all the way around their room was even worse. I have mostly blocked out how I did it, except I know it involved a lot of tape and time with the electric level, but I promise you that the stripes are very straight - I’ve never been sent running from the room in horror because I noticed a deviant stripe. The tape was 1.5 inches, so the stripes are 3, 4.5, or 6 inches. It took me forever to come up with the pattern of stripes and then what colors to paint them (the height, once again, was based on the window sill). And then when I was done I was disappointed because I pictured the stripes on a white background, and as you can see, the background is not white.

You can probably tell that the girls’ bed conglomeration is rather heavy. Once it was in place, I couldn’t move it, and after measuring stripes around most of the room, I decided I could not face trying to make level stripes while squashed in behind the bed. That’s why the stripes just end in that weird stripe up to the window. I realize now that if I hadn’t shown you this picture, no one would have ever known.

The painted rooms look clean, but cold. Martin has already requested new waves for his new room in Kentucky, and I have to agree with him. It is a big pain in the behind, but the paint just makes everything seem more like home.

Could she be any cuter?

Could she be any cuter?

After the recital, we went to the PX for ice cream. Of course, Lauren doesn’t like ice cream, so she had a Godiva chocolate chickadee. I think they are glad that it’s over.

But they are pretty stinking cute.