Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Ghostbusters, Melted Pans & Comfort Fit

The kids are at the corn maze. Even though I said they couldn't go on a school night. What a pushover I am sometimes. So it's me, and the dogs.

Quiet. Lots of candles and pumpkins, but no trick-or-treaters, except a few friends. Our street is too dark. And no sidewalks. So I'm eating the candy.

I've never liked Halloween. Even though I'm a Stephen King and scary movie fan, Halloween has never been my idea of fun. The kids like to dress up. Kenny is a red M&M tonight. Kate is one of Charlie's Angels, with black boots, her brother's air-soft gun and lots of black eyeliner. For the party last Saturday, she temp-dyed her hair black. Whoa....that was very disconcerting. Zach didn't dress up, although he and Presley's brother were going to go as Batman and Robin, but we couldn't find costumes. Unless we wanted to pay $60 online. And I promised him a bunny suit for Easter, so we're not spending a fortune on Halloween. So there!

By the anyone else out there alarmed at the Halloween costumes for girls??? Talk about trashy! Since when did six-year-olds need French maid costumes with stiletto heels????

Never mind.

Guess what I did last night? Well, I was making this gelatin goo stuff for my toddler class. It requires boiling water followed by stirring and refrigeration. Usually well within my culinary repertoire.

Except for yesterday.

Take a look at this:

It's my 3 quart pan. Belgique. A wedding present. A beautiful pan. Notice the little tag on the edge? That little blob of silver? Well, look closer:

See the molten piece? I had to get that out of the burner this morning. Because last night...well, it was RED HOT. I tried to poke it with a chop stick. The chop stick caught on fire. Really. I kid you not.

Look at that! And the pan's bottom...well, it was red hot, too. And wavy. And kind of see-through. If it hadn't been such a great pan, it would have been kind of cool. Then, after picking it up...this time I was smart enough to use a hot pad, unlike the time I made ginger-peach oven pancake, which is a story for another time...well, then I had to figure out what to do with it.

I was afraid to put water on it. I thought it might explode or something. I couldn't set it was catching wood on fire! My little hot pad would have been no match. So I took it outside and set it on the bricks and retrieved it this morning. It's not salvagable. Drat.

No more boiling water for me.

Then there was the toothbrush. Okay, some of you know, I like new toothbrushes. It makes me happy. I know it's kind of dumb, but I like it. A new toothbrush is super clean and it feels good in your mouth and I get them from my dentist, who's a really cool lady, and that also means I've just been certified cavity-free and my teeth are all shiny and polished. I mean, what's not to like??

I went to open the toothbrush tonight, feeling a little smile coming on. Singing a little "happy new toothbrush to me" song in my head. Then I see this:

And my happy little song screeches to a halt in my head. And my happy little floaty heart sinks. And my smile turns to tears.

Why? Can you read it?

Comfort fit. When Dave and I had just started dating, I was amazed at how affectionate he was. He was like a big, cuddly teddy bear. He liked to hug and squeeze me and pick me up all the time.

In order to understand this fully, you have to understand the guy-that-isn't-there. Dave used to talk to the guy-that-isn't-there all the time. Like when I said something dumb, Dave would turn to the guy-that-isn't-there and say, "Can you believe she SAID that?!" Or if I was winning the argument, he'd appeal to the guy-that-isn't-there and say, "Hey buddy, help me out here." Or when I got mad, I'd roll up an imaginary window and pretend I couldn't hear him, so he'd just strike up a conversation with, yeah, you guessed it, the guy-that-isn't-there.

So this one day, Dave picks me up. Upside down. And I hook my legs over his shoulders and wrap my arms around his waist and snuggle my head under his arm. And he starts to laugh and does a commercial for the guy-that-isn't-there. "Get yours today: COMFORT FIT! No matter how you hold her, she fits right in. Upside down, right side up, backwards and forwards. Every way is the right way. Only one million dollars. Easy payment plans available. Comfort fit. Don't be caught without yours. Money-back guarantee. Call 1-800-COMFORT today." Complete with TV announcer voice. We laughed so hard he almost dropped me.

It became a private joke. You know how sometimes when you hug someone, it just feels extra-right, like they were made to fit right into you? That's comfort fit.

I miss it a lot.

Thursday, October 25, 2007


is two years, two months, and two days.
I can't do this for two more minutes.
I can't. Just can't be this miserable any more.
I will, though.
When you can't fix it, you gotta stand it, right?

(Later...when I couldn't sleep....)

Or at least find some way to laugh.
Although I SWEAR there are things here I really haven't said, it still made me laugh out loud. Enjoy!

And here's Koda...
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And here are the lyrics for those of us who can't keep up. Cool thing is she performed this song at the Women of Faith conference!

Mom Overture

Get up now
Get up now
Get up out of bed
Wash your face
Brush your teeth
Comb your sleepy head
Here’s your clothes
And your shoes
Hear the words I said
Get up now
Get up and make your bed
Are you hot?
Are you cold?
Are you wearing that?
Where’s your books and your lunch and your homework at?
Grab your coat and your gloves and your scarf and hat
Don’t forget you got to feed the cat
Eat your breakfast
The experts tell us it’s the most important meal of all
Take your vitamins so you will grow up one day to be big and tall
Please remember the orthodontist will be seeing you at three today
Don’t forget your piano lesson is this afternoon
So you must play
Don’t shovel
Chew slowly
But hurry
The bus is here
Be careful
Come back here
Did you wash behind your ears?
Play outside
Don’t play rough
Would you just play fair?
Be polite
Make a friend
Don’t forget to share
Work it out
Wait your turn
Never take a dare
Get along
Don’t make me come down there
Clean your room
Fold your clothes
Put your stuff away
Make your bed
Do it now
Do we have all day?
Were you born in a barn?
Would you like some hay?
Can you even hear a word I say?
Answer the phone
Get off the phone
Don’t sit so close
Turn it down
No texting at the table
No more computer time tonight
Your iPod’s my iPod if you don’t listen up
Where you going and with whom and what time do you think you’re coming home?
Saying thank you, please, excuse me
Makes you welcome everywhere you roam
You’ll appreciate my wisdom
Someday when you’re older and you’re grown
Can’t wait ‘til you have a couple little children of your own
You’ll thank me for the counsel I gave you so willingly
But right now
I thank you NOT to roll your eyes at me
Close your mouth when you chew
Would appreciate
Take a bite
Maybe two
Of the stuff you hate
Use your fork
Do not you burp
Or I’ll set you straight
Eat the food I put upon your plate
Get an A, Get the door
Don’t get smart with me
Get a Grip
Get up here I’ll count to 3
Get a job
Get a life
Get a PhD
Get a dose of…
I don’t care who started it
You’re grounded until your 36
Get your story straight
And tell the truth for once for heaven’s sake
And if all your friends jumped off a cliff
Would you jump too?
If I’ve said it once, I’ve said at least a thousand times before that
You’re too old to act this way
It must be your father’s DNA
Look at me when I am talking
Stand up straighter when you walk
A place for everything
And everything must be in place
Stop crying or I’ll give you something real to cry about
Brush your teeth
Wash your face
Get your PJs on
Get in bed
Get a hug
Say a prayer with Mom
Don’t forget
I love you
And tomorrow we will do this all again because a mom’s work never ends
You don’t need the reason why
I said so
I said so
I said so
I said so
I’m the Mom
The mom
The mom
The mom
The mom
Written and performed by Anita Renfroe (copyright 2007 Bluebonnet Hills Music/BMI)

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Pictures of Aforementioned Events

It's tomorrow...and I successfully loaded pics onto flickr. You can see them in the Fall 07 album. Warning...there are 300+ pictures. I'll try to pick out a few of the best and load them here. Cross your fingers.

Okay, I always wanted to be in a High School Musical!

Yeah...I was bored. That's what I did while I was waiting for these pics to load and flickr and photobucket and blogger were all acting weird. They also did me morphing into Hilary Swank.

Finally got some pics loaded of:

Kenny's Birthday!

Kate with Koda:

Kate playing volleyball:

And there's always DUKE!!! Shown here with Koda. Spoiled rotten, the both of them.

And then Presley and Emily came over at 4 am to do Kate's hair. was 6:00...but it was LATE start Wednesday. They made cinnamon rolls and were so darn cute. Even Zach couldn't stay cranky.

Never enough football:

And...I should have taken pictures at the tux place. Kenny was no help. Zach was too much help. Poor Presley and poor Kendra. You can see Presley in the picture of the three girls, to the left of Kate and you can see Kendra in the picture at Kenny's party, sitting on the couch with Kate leaning her head on Kendra's shoulder. Anyway, Kenny ended up with a standard black tux with a vest to match Kendra's dress. Zach got a white-on-white gangster tuxedo complete with long coat, fedora and two-tone shoes. I drew the line at a cane. So needless to say, Kendra, Presley and I went to shop for the flowers WITHOUT the boys. Sigh. Having girls around is sure nice. They are so sweet and cute and thoughtful...and they're pretty to look at and even smell good! And they're nice to Kate. Presley even came to Kate's volleyball game. And when I see them talking and whispering and leaning their heads in together and playing with each other's hair the way girls do...I get a little twinge in the heart and a little sting in the eyes.

But, I've go to say, I do love Boy-Town. It's alive and well here, even though some boys (ahem...Andrew!!!!) have got their driver's licenses! They still find time to drop by the Meyer house. Madden 'O8 and Halo 3 and pepperoni pizza, you know. Dr. Pepper and huge stinky shoes and stupid dvd's and the sports section. 80's metal and hilarious home-made videos and secret handshakes. Crazy tube socks and face paint and midnight missions dressed in black. Scary movies and homework together and talking in Spanish. Laughing so hard you can't stop and doing those boy hugs where they bounce off each other's chests. Playing loud and working hard. It really is what life's all about. I wouldn't trade them for a whole passel of girls. Well, at least not permanently.

Sending my love out there to all of you. Thanks for walking with me and listening,
while we work through whatever comes.

Thanks especially to those who write in. Sue and Cathy and Kathie and Sherri and the Mouat Clan (CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU!!!)and Kathy...I can always count on you...and it keeps me going. More than you can imagine. Especially on THOSE days. You know the ones. And new friends like Patti in NJ and Cindy in VA. And good to hear from you. Like always, I think we write with the same pen and breathe in tandem. I have lots to say about what you wrote...if flickr hadn't worn me out, I'd ramble. But let's just say...YUCKY and LONELY were two of the words that resonated for me. I'll write more later, too tired now.

Post from yesterday.....
I tried eight times to upload pics, but blogger is down, so you'll have to visit flickr to see them....Just click on one of the pictures in the header or go to the sidebar and click on "More Family Photos" and it will take you to my flickr site. I think you have to register. I'll try again tomorrow to post a few of them here.

Okay, now flickr's acting up. Or I'm just too tired to be doing this.

As Scarlett and my friend Claudia say....tomorrow!

Friday, October 05, 2007

Kenny is 17!

Okay, so much has happened in the last few weeks. So much I can't even get to a computer, let alone update.

First, Kenny turned 17 yesterday. SEVENTEEN! How did that happen? I am so proud of him. His vocabulary is amazing. "Staggering" to use a word he used the other day. He's doing well at school, he's happy and excited about everything.

Yesterday was tough for him, though. I think it's a double, because his birthday is during football season. And Dave should be here. He should. He'd be so proud of Kenny. I can't stand to think about it, because it brings up so sharply what we are missing. Dave's pride and his exuberance, his spirit and his strength.

Zach played in the varsity game last week and got his first varsity touchdown. I screamed and cheered...and cried, too. Dave would have been jumping out of his shoes. Sigh. You should have seen the look on Zach's face as he came out of the locker room and found me for a hug and kiss. I can't explain it. I can't even try. But it's a picture I'll carry in my heart forever.

Kate had her first volleyball game. She had a blast and her team won handily. She's not dancing this quarter, which absolutely floors me, but she seems okay with it. It was tough not to make her go, because I love so to watch her, but I guess it's not about me. She's learning the clarinet and after a few weeks of squeaking and squawking, now beautiful tones float down the hallway in the evening.

Our elegant cat, Two-Face died in Kate's closet. It was hard for all of us, especially Kenny. Two-Face was his kitty. He was the one that got all crooked and looked drunk after being gone for 4 days, but he had recovered beyond all their expectations...then suddenly he was sick again. It was awful. And I couldn't touch him. I had to make Zach do it. I was surprised by how freaked out I was. Began to wonder if I was becoming a wimpy-girly-girl. But then Koda brought in a dead pheasant and I was able to get it out of the house and into the garbage without any problem. Probably because Zach wasn't home.

Oh...and then...get this...Kate has an assignment to find 5 things in our garbage and write a paragraph about what it says about the family. Sheesh. Okay...her items: 1 torn up comforter, 1 bouquet of dead flowers, 1 dead pheasant, 1 plastic x-box game wrapper and I forgot the last one...oh, yeah! 1 empty can of spray paint, WaHi blue. She asked me if I wanted to read her paragraph. I said no, thanks.

Thanks, Mr. Language Arts Teacher. Speaking of is it that I can e-mail a hello-let-me-introduce-myself-here's-how-to-contact-me-have-a-great-year letter to 18 teachers and get ONE response???? I'm just sayin.... By the way, thanks, Mr. Senter, you're a gem.

Homecoming is just around the corner. Both boys have dates. That ought to make for some great photo ops.

Koda is growing by the minute. Almost as big as Duke and she's really become part of the family. She's gotten to be a real sweetie. I wasn't sure when she first came...she was such a, well, a DOG. Duke is more like a furry little people.

And I almost forgot...September 20 was our anniversary. Number 21. The kids took me out to dinner at La Casita and they didn't make me wear the dumb sombrero like Dave would have. After the kids went to bed, I spent hours looking at old photographs of Dave, flipping through the albums, finding the ones that we haven't scanned into the computer, so they were new again since I hadn't seen them in a while. I watch my screen saver or visit the album on flickr to see his face all the time, so it was kind of a shock to see these pictures. They weren't the ones I'm used to seeing every day, and they took my breath away, made me shaky. I hadn't thought there would be any more surprises, since I've memorized every line of his face in every picture on the computer. I can't explain very well. I hid them from myself, so maybe it can happen again, even though it hurts.

Please, keep praying:

for my kids, (I'll have to tell you about the K&K breakthrough soon),
for me, (although Zach told me I never have to ever consider dating because he will come home from college every single weekend and keep me company so I guess I'll be well-taken-care-of!),
for our associate pastor, who's having serious heart trouble,
for Nana and Spud,
for my dear friend, S, whose husband is battling cancer and having a tough round of chemo,
for my other friend, who was diagnosed with cancer,
for yet another friend, who has a family member battling cancer that's spread,
for one more friend, whose husband died in an auto crash,
and anyone I forgot.

God remembers.

Love to you all,
pics and more stories soon, I hope.