You caught me

All those lessons I've been learning and the Halloween costume crafting has made my life on the computer scarce- Lei tagged me for a meme so here goes-

What do you like most about where you live? It's quaint, little towns, farms, gorgeous autumns- some serious deals- okay maybe it's my favorite dairy and fruit farm. Plenty of days when you can stay inside watch the snow, curl up with a blanket and hot chocolate. Here you live through seasons and that experience helps you respect and find beauty in all the seasons of your life.

Is there anything strange about where you live? oh where do I begin-people here use oil heat, they also still build new homes with no a/c and baseboard heaters??!!!overhead power lines, they call strollers and carts "carriages", there is a dunkin donuts on every corner, housing is more desirable/expensive in towns without stores?! every road has 2 lanes only,

What is one of you all time favorite music albums? Why? Van Morrison Moondance- it is ultimately mellow- I can listen to it any time any place. I always take it when I travel to another country, and know I will be jet- lagged

Did you have a passion for something as a kid that you still have now? Just about everything I do you probably could've predicted if you knew me as a child- I started cakes at age 8, painting since toddlerhood, I've always been a "giver"-- I really love to give people things, my parents had to forbid from giving away all the money in my piggy bank when I was little

What do you like most about having a blog? It is the absolute perfect voice for me- I am a creative and relatively unstructured person- it lets me constantly have avenue for any sort of creative thought, my brain kitsch, anything kicking around in my brain. I have always kept sort of "un-journals" and sketchbooks where I recorded stuff, but this takes it to a new level. I love the exercise of writing.

My place in the pond

Somedays you just feel like a small fish- and no I am not fishing for compliments and please no “you’re so special – we love you” pep talk comments today, I am just pondering on kind of the ebb and flow of life. Some days you feel on top of your game- some days you just feel not so important. Today was just one of those days. (Don’t you love the installation sculpture I designed to illustrate this post on smart son’s bedroom carpet today while playing with my smart baby) I am not the kind of person to feel that way often, thankfully- but some days you are just reminded that in all the billions of the people you’re really just a speck (not that one person doesn’t make a difference- I’ll blog on that another day) And even for all the difference you might make- it seems so minute. You know you not the smartest, most beautiful, most talented, most perfect person and wouldn’t probably even make the top 1000 in the world in any of those categories- you just feel supremely mediocre and somewhat mundane and very replaceable. Although, life is no popularity contest but do you ever wonder just how many people’s top 100 favorite people to be around list you’d be on. I won’t attempt to wrap it up in a neat moralized package about how we are all special. I think these days and our emotions are often there to make us think. The questions are of big, but definitely worth the reflection. There is a part of a talk by Neal A Maxwell that I like that says depending on how you live your life you can “touch others deeply instead of merely being remembered pleasantly”. Some days, you have to ask yourself if you are really living in the deep unforgettable category or just pleasant quickly forgotten?

a good groove

Yesterday, was a good day, the house was relatively clean, and quiet (at least at naptime and after the boys were in bed). I chose to paint instead of mop or sort- and it was so relaxing to fall into a nice painting groove- this is what i turned out- yes another painting in the chain garden series- I am really enjoying doing variations in that series, also thanks to some old standards from the music library which kept me company while I painted today (August and Everything After- Counting Crows, and Listen without Prejuidice- George Michael) and special credit to smart daddy-o and our friend, P who kept me company as I gold leafed

What does your basement and seeing someone in their underwe@r have in common?

You have to have a certain level of intimacy to be allowed in someone's basement- It's akin to sharing a locker room with someone, or letting them rifle through your junk drawer or medicine cabinet, or eat off the same plate-- I will let almost anyone into my house- but I won't let just anyone into my basement-- it is way too revealing. Seriously, I only allow 2 types of people into my basement- The first type - people I love and expect reciprocity (you will love me in spite of my basement-- and all my other fabulousness can make up for this) and the second type- people I can't stand- (to whom I present it frankly and make no apologies for all it's ugliness) and therefore by letting you into my basement hope to drive you off and never see you again (a great tactic to avoid unwanted entanglements)

The basement is where you hide all the "unpretty parts" of your house-- the decorations currently out of rotation, the fabric scraps, the paper stacks on filing cabinets, food storage shelves, recycling, left over boxes, oversized canvases, DI piles, some cob webs, and all other random objects.

It's not something you like to show off, and is best at a quick pass in the dark.

my special spot

As my parents can attest, I have always been very creative. As a child I was a fort builder extraordinaire, at age 4 I did amazing lashings with the cords on the blinds in our living room while my parents took their Sunday naps, I draped tables and cushions with blankets- creating my own sort of Bedouin tent world where i could read, play, daydream. Although, I get to play this out building forts with the boys, lashing parachutes to things, crawling into small spaces I still like having MY own special spot. My favorite spot now is this daybed (thanks IKEA) in my studio. I store all my blank canvases in it--and you know how i love useful things. I climb up on it and read, I sit there and critque the paintings i a working on, and envision my next paintings. It is the perfect place for those mom mornings when you are still so tired and can't really get up- I just cuddle up in a blanket on the bed while the kids play in the playroom.
It reminds me of being a child, it was like those rare moments when i used to get to sit on the counter. It is high off the ground and being a tall girl i rarely get to sit up high on anything. So if you ever come to my house- if you are lucky I'll let you enjoy my special spot

The rest of my week's lessons

Well if I haven't learned enough lesson- my week finished out great--
1. Don't eat at qdoba or you might get food poisoning with horrendous stomach cramps
2. The great deals on t shirts at Gap may lure you into buying 9 of them
3. Making a vat of 40 cups of creamy zucchini soup will dirty every large container in your house
4. Smart baby will totally blow out a diaper (yes once again thanks qdoba) at the worst possible moment in time (like on your way out of the eye doctor, in the parking lot, all over the stroller in the glaring sun- Note my eyes are completely dilated- the matter had to be tended to on the spot- and was a true test of a mother's love
5. Stepping on a plastic bus while holding smart baby and one handedly unloading the dishwasher will make you fall into the counter as well as seriously bruising your foot and hip.
6. Your child helping you at the printer may result in page 8 of your 9 page talk for church getting left in the printer.

I'm ready for a new week-

lessons of the week

Maybe i am not getting enough sleep- I am going to post these lessons for myself so i don't have to learn them again the hard way...

1. Stepping on shards of glass will cut your feet
2. Sticking your fingers in boiling hot melted butter will burn them
3. Dumping a cup half full of milk in the dishwasher will splash it everywhere
4. Touching pasta while draining it will burn your fingers
5. Sewing a bat costume with moleskin/pleather/and sequins will break sewing machine needles
6. Giving smart baby anything to eat will undoubtedly mean 5 minutes of clean up and sticky disgustingness everywhere
7. Smart baby can open everything including childproof medicine bottles, locked dishwashers, staplers, and mascara.

PE and KE

It is amazing how many things in life we cannot see, but feel. Life is filled with “energy” (for lack of a better descriptor) that we can’t seem to define or measure in quantitative terms- it relies on qualitative measures and descriptions, but even then we are lacking. We all have experienced in a variety of forms.

I was thinking about this today as I was playing with smart baby in the studio- and thinking about what prompts me to paint, and what prompts me to paint what I paint and (and yes this is the part that I sound like a crazy artist- which I have vowed never to become) Simple put there is just “creative energy”—you feel it and it has to be released. Being an artist- I think in terms of colors, patterns, symbols, but when it comes to a good painting- the idea usually just comes- some days you’re just “in the groove”- but I can’t deny there is some greater organized energy that somehow translates those simple electrical impulses in my brain to make my hand put this paint here or there and ultimately yield something beautiful.

Our relationships are full of this unmeasurable energy. I am interested in what motivates us, connects us- what prompts us to do things--To smile at some people and not others, what makes us click with some people and not with others, (and I don’t think science has all the answers when they try to break it down in simple physical/emotional attraction) What makes us some people so easily forgettable and others so unforgettable? No I am not just talking about charismatic people, but I am talking about the experience everyone has had when the sum is greater that the simple addition of its parts. How do some people spark something inside of you? The question that begs is not only how this happens, but the more intriguing question why? Why are we meant to connect in deep ways with seeming random people in our lives? What are we supposed to do with that resultant energy?

This has become a theme in a lot of my paintings, both branch painting and the chain garden series, both of which really explore the unique connections, that fabulous energy that emerges from our relationships.

So are just full of an endless supply of this potential energy? What is that flashpoint that ignites our potential energy into this kinetic energy?

I am sure I know the answers to some degree, but sometimes I find it so strange to be in such a measurable scientific world and yet friendship, chemistry, love, passion, beauty, art, inspiration, and genius, would seem to have no place.

h-o-m-i-n-y

Well evidently food still has a hard time crossing the mason-dixon line and the south might possibly be another country. Friday I has these great plans of cooking up giant batches of no chop chili and chicken posole soup so I could serve them with yummy breads and salads and lava cakes to my Friday night dinner guests and also for my Sunday dinner guests. Well evidently hominy is not an easy ingredient to come by here in New England. When i inquired with the manager at my local stop and shop he looked at me blankly...

me: Yes I wondered if you could help me- I am looking for canned hominy

stop and shop manager: "Could you spell that please?"

me: (what is this a spelling bee?) H-O-M-I-N-Y
(before he could venture "Could you use it in a sentence" or "Can you give me a definition")You often use it is soups or eat it creamed- It's kind of in between corn and a chick pea...A common southern food" (forgive me i don't know the origin of the word!)

Stop and shop manager: Well then I'd guess it would be over here with the canned beans and vegetables (proceeds to look blankly at the bean and veggie shelf)

Me: Yes- I looked here but didn't see any...so i wondered if I was looking in the right place or if it was sold out, or even if you carry it...

Stop and shop manager: hmmm....(evidently puzzled by this quandary) (here is when i get a brilliant idea that could revolutionize the product inquiry process at stop and shop- maybe somewhere on the premises you could have a computer (even in a managers back office that could house a simple list of products carried and someone could simply type the word hominy and press search and voila- ANSWER!)- and this whole process could be shaved down from 20 min to 20 seconds!
(over the walky talky "yes i have a customer here on aisle six she says she is looking for hominy?...she says its a kind of southern food, kind of like chick peas that you put in soup)

Stop and Shop worker emerges from back room

Worker: "Now hominy you know is really a southern food- hmmmmm.... ( a word you must master to work in grocery store customer service) hmmmmmm... hmmm....maybe try a store with a bigger ethnic section (maybe they forgot the south was just a region and not another country?)

I called a few stores and finally located this banished confederate food and smart daddy-o when and got my 4 cans-

and in case you need an introduction to the world of hominy here is the fab soup recipe (a great party favorite)...

Chicken Posole
> serves 8
> prep time: 20 minutes
> total time: 50 minutes
>
> 1 T olive oil
> 2 medium onions, chopped
> 8 garlic cloves, minced
> 1/3 cupt tomato paste
> 3 T chili powder
> 1 t dried oregano
> 4 cans (14.5 oz each) chicken broth
> 4 cans (15 oz each) white hominy, drained
> 6 3/4 cups shredded cooked chicken or turkey meat (about 2 pounds)
> coarse salt and ground pepper
> assorted garnishes: diced avocado, sliced radishes, crumbled tortilla
> chips, shredded cheese
>
> 1. Heat oil in a 5-quart saucepan over medium heat. Add onions; cook
> until translucent, 3 to 5 minutes. Add garlic, tomato paste, chili
> powder, and oregano; cook, stirring constantly, until evenly distributed.
>
> 2. Add 4 cups water, broth, and hominy. Bring to a boil; reduce heat to
> a simmer, and cook until fragrant, about 30 minutes.
>
> 3. Stir in chicken; season with 1 teaspoon salt and 1/4 tsp pepper. Cook
> until heated through.

yes I was there...

I was intrigued by Ellen's comment (you must have some sharp spotting skills) I must be famous, to be identified on the street- really i feel special. Yes I was there at the East coast Mormon gathering of the year- the BYU/BC game. Smart daddy-o and the smart kids stayed home and I went with some friends from Virginia we're entertaining for the weekend. It was a great game- even if we lost - those of you watching at home you can also catch me on the ESPN2-tall blonde in white shirt- 3rd row

raising kids with smarts and style??

So the top header/slogan on my child magazine reads: Raising kids with smarts and style- I had never noticed it before, and this time when i did it made me laugh- Because as you all know raising my kids with smarts is important to me but style??? – definitely not in my 2 of things i want for my kids- there are probably 50 other descriptors that i think would define my parenting and ultimate dreams for my child before style. Let's see-
Raising kids with smarts and HEART, KINDNESS, LOVE, FAITH, RESPONSIBLITY, PURPOSE, APPRECIATION, TALENTS, SELFLESSNESS, INTEGRITY, GLOBAL AWARENESS... don't get me started

can you imagine smarts and style on your epitaph? I don't think you get into heaven for being stylish?

The fact that i have overlooked this header in my years of subscription, probably explains that very silly page in each issue that shows what celebs are buying for their babies- This feature always backfires for me because

1. I never buy highly over priced unnecessary superflous items
2. I am anti hollywood hype and therefore would not buy the items out of spite for our celebrity worshipping culture-
3. The in thing has never been big with me-I like to be my own person, i don't buy stuff because you tell me its cool.

but now you know - if you're really hoping to raise your kids with smarts and style- child magazine is the mag for you...

since when is having babies a trend??

As you all know by now i am not a faddish, trendy person- but lately i take great offense at what is deemed the "mommy craze"- the media has been suggesting that women are having babies because "it's the cool thing to do!" and "all the celebrities are doing it!"
Recent millenia will prove women were procreating long before it was hollywood mommy chic and there were "hip maternity fashion". In fact among the western world birth rates have declined- and places like most of Europe with zero-negative population growth- I guess it's not the trend in Milan.
I find it so insulting and demeaning to actually have someone suggest that i as an educated woman am influenced in my family planning by the trends of overpaid celebrities? Because if i have children i might look like a celebrity? be like a celebrity? I might get to play with the cool kids?
Children aren't pawns, they aren't status symbols- If we are real, true parents children bring us joy, pain, struggle, sacrifice, and purpose. They ultimately teach us the meaning of life, the nature of God, and so many other things. Parenthood should be a great unifier, a great equalizer that unites us across all cultures, all races, all classes.

Don't you dare relegate the greatest work I do to the level of this season's hemlines and pants style

and for the record- I planned to become a mom long before it became "cool".

post labor day labors

I have posted before about my Mr toad wind in the willowesque manias that hit with relative frequency- (as just seen with avery labels) well last night at 9:30 pm- we laid into the guest bath-- yes transformed from yucky builder creamy peach to this nice stone color)

and my first round of company will be arriving at any moment- so my blogging may be scarce for the next little while because
1. conspicious blogging with company i am sure is anti miss manners
2. they are staying in the office
3. i can't let my house decline into filth with others present

labelmaker

Once upon a time there was a girl named smart mama who attempted to organize things (I say attempted because she is also a mother which means organization is only a distant memory) And one day- she was feeling especially vulnerable, due to the unsettling chaos of her world and that is when they found her- the avery labels- and life has never been the same since.

and unlike the seinfeld episode -- mine stay on.

labor day labors

well labor brought much labor to our house. our friend patrick and smart daddy-o took the family room from this to this. yes it required some death defying acts on one skyscraperesque ladder and some serious "skills" with a roller and brush.

smart daddy-o then helped smart son build a creature habitat and taught him to ride without training wheels

smart mama spent the day dusting and vacuuming the hitherto hidden parts of the family room which had slumbered untouched for 5 yrs. She also cleaned like mad to prepare for her upcoming 2 weeks of various rounds of company and attempted to follow all the special instructions requisite of parent with a child starting school. ("label towel with childs name, place towel in bag with childs name, please label all belongings, fill out and return to school," etc.)

smart son- well aside from the riding, building, and brainstorming of his own puppetshow-like (only without puppets)series loosely based on the popular mechanics for kids radical rockets show- Radical submarines, radical lizards, radical machines - the kicker was radical hummingbirds (LOL)!He completed his masterpiece his get to know you block for kindergarten!

and yes on a sad note--my smarty starts school tomorrow- that is a big day for a mama-- where does the time go--

smart picks 9-06

every once in a while I like to review some great things (like my favorite toothpaste- which I continue my love affair with)

Here are some smart picks...

1. Look alike books- As an artist and a teacher these books get me really jazzed up- I picked this one up at a library book sale for 50 cents and it has been worth that 50x times over- check it out all the miniature scenes are recycled objects. It is just my cup of tea!

2. Tandoori naan bread- its a little pricey but I love a good ethnic bread! Americans need more variety in their wonder bread diet-- warm it for 15 seconds and some butter- mmm...

3. Cox's honey- I have long been a fan- in fact I have boxes shipped here to new England from small town Shelley, Id. It is creamed honey and in my opinion the only honey- That stuff that comes in the bear bottle just plain yuck.

4.McGraw-hill nature cards- I paid $1.29 for these at Christmas tree shop- They have entertained children and adults alike for many hours- my wildlife biologist B-I-L even requested a set- oh and did I mention highly educational for the budding ornithologist or entomologist.

smart mama crumb detective

There are crumbs in our bed! Smart daddy-o said accusingly (as if I was to blame because you all know smart mama does is eat bon bons (and i guess crummy foods) all day in bed) Really I told him- I haven’t eaten anything in our bed (on your side!)- when would I have the time for that- it’s one thing when I am sick and pregnant and spend the majority of hours in the bed- but not now- and I certainly don’t feed the boys their lunch in our bed or anything. I was tired and ready to sleep- I had already taken out my contacts and put up my glasses so I couldn’t look to inspect but I ventured a hand to attempt crumb identification-- I had to clear my good name and solve the mystery of the bed crumbs. It took a little deduction but I figured it out- Smart baby of course was the culprit- smart daddy-o (is a good man) takes him and smart son down for breakfast and allows smart mama a few more precious morsels of sleep (although it usually isn’t really sleep- it’s a few more minutes to wake up slowly and organize my brain before I start full steam into my day) Then he brings the boys back up to our room, says good bye and leaves for work-. So this is who the crime played out- the crumbs I deduced were blueberry muffin breakfast remnants which clung to the jammie folds (when smart daddy-o fed him unbibbed) and seat of the jammies and were then transported upstairs and subsequently deposited on smart daddy-o’s side of the bed- Mystery solved.

And when they finally create a mommy network- programming entirely focused on the exotic and alluring world of motherhood- I am hoping to get my own riveting prime time show- Smart Mama Detective- (Through my snappy deduction I could do things like identify mysterious substances, stains, and explain with mathematical models and trajectories how each of those scrapes, bruises and abrasions appear on children, solve household crimes- I am telling you my expertise is second to none!)

vigilante "nature" justice

Speaking of sn*kes on a plane- Its just the sort of bizarre idea smart son would come up with (if he had a dark bent). He likes to harness the power of nature to right the wrongs of the world through his own smart brand of vigilante justice- For instance the other day, in the car he was plotting against the melaleuca tree (a subject on which I had little knowledge and forced to Google to catch up to smart son on) For any other unmelaleuca savvy readers- the tree is particularly hearty and has been responsible for much damage to the south Florida ecosystem- there are aggressive programs in place to remove the trees) He explained to us that he was going to capture large quantities of tent caterpillars and Japanese beetle bugs and unleash them on the melaleuca tree. (These are the “bad plant bugs” he has had experience with) also he said he’d throw in some velvet ants, cowkiller ants, boll weevils, termites, boring worms, bees, wasps and yellow jackets (I think just to "rough-up" the neighborhood so to speak and isolate the melaleuca from all "good" creature society

He also has great natural means for solving problems- see we have some giant weeds- (well they are almost small trees now- that’s what happens when you vacation for a month and don’t have lawn service) and smart son said instead of struggling to pull them up we could use a targeted attack of termites to do the job for us. He also had a relocation plan for flies and fruit flies. How he intends to carry out this Herculean feat setting out a tempting trap of rotting fruit in jar to attract all the local flies/fruit flies etc. which could then be covered (with a napkin and rubber band), and taken to some remote location where they could be released causing us no further annoyance. He had also heard about a type of cockroach that eats garbage. He told me I’d really like that kind and that we could just have a sort of compost cockroach habitat and could cut out trash service altogether- saving time and $- it would also solve the problem of smart baby playing in the trash.

And in honor of all that is random, today we made this cake. As you know it doesn’t take much to talk me into making and eating a cake. Smart son informed me today was the birthday of the stuffed rattlesnake- so i give you snakes on a cake.

snakes on a cake

 

just do it

Sometimes planning fun family things seems like a lot of work- there is scheduling, organizing, loading, schlepping, etc. but when it comes down to it, its great and worth it (ok usually worth it) The other day smart daddy-o forgot to take back some library stuff on his way to work- so instead of just loading the boys and going to do the return, I planned a fun outing. We met smart daddy-o at the park on his way home from work, had a picnic and the boys played, we went to the library and checked out new stuff. Then walked from the library to Dairy Queen for my favorite a small chocolate ice cream in a cup with chocolate dip. And then walked back and went home- It was relatively cheap simple fun. I am really glad we did it. I can already tell the days are getting shorter, the afternoon shadows are getting long, and the weather is starting to cool. Summer will soon be gone. So my advice today- enjoy the seasons of your life while you are in them because they will pass all too quickly and we’ll only look back and wish we enjoyed them more while we had them.