Sunday, March 8, 2015

Lies, White Lies, and the Things We Say

Here is a known fact about me. I tell everyone that I am 32 years old. I have been telling people that since, well, since I was 32 years old.

Obviously my husband knows this is not true. The Boy knows this is not true. The Short Chic has not yet figured it out but she is highly suspicious and will probably figure it out next month when I turn 32 again.

Here is another fact but this one you probably don't know. My being "32" makes my Momma mad. Not like mad like I am mad about chocolate. Like crazy ridiculous mad. I do not know why. But over the years I have found that she will take whatever step she can whenever she can to make sure to tell everyone that I am really not 32 years old.

So, let me be straight, I know I do not look like I am 32. I do not think I look as old as I am but I seriously doubt that I am fooling anyone when I say I am 32. So, why claim to be 32?

Thirty-two was when so many things in my life came together. My dad died when I was twenty-nine, I got a divorce when I was thirty, and from twenty-nine to thirty-one I worked in a job where I was very unhappy.For three years and some change, I was not in a good space. I was not the person I wanted to be. I was sad. I was hurt. I was even angry. Thirty-two is when I let all of that go and reclaimed me.

I don't think it is so crazy to honor and celebrate that.

But then I think, do I even need a reason to be age 32?  I am not the first or only person who has hovered at an age. So, then why does my Momma find it so offensive?

She thinks I am lying when I say it.  Is it a lie? By definition of saying something that is not true is a lie then yes, I am lying. But let's be clear we all tell lies. Some of them we over look. Some of them are culturally perpetuated.


  • My daughter has now lost three teeth. Each one she expects and has received a gift from the tooth fairy.  
  • How many people my Momma's age actually believed the stork brought them into this world?
  • When I was little I was told I could not drink coffee because it would stunt my growth.
  • How many little boys are told if they play with their penis it will fall off? 
  • Every year we celebrate two religious holiday's that are seeping in non-truths. Do I need to point out the Easter Bunny or even Jolly Saint Nick? 
  • My wonderful elementary teachers spent weeks teaching me the meric system because our country was going to start using it. Guess what, the only time I use it is when I consider running a 5K. 
  • Was anyone else told that if you read in poor light or stood too close to the TV that you would hurt your eyes?  No one said anything about the genetics involved in determining my poor eye sight. 
  • Popping my knuckles would give me arthritis. 
  • How about that annoying toy someone gave your child. Did it really break or did you just remove the batteries to save your sanity? 
I read an article that says parents will tell their children some 3000 "white lies" during childhood. Three Thousand. Clearly, I am not the only person telling a non-truth. Maybe that is why the definition of "white lie" was made.  My age is a small or unimportant detail to my children. How I care for them; guide them, inspire them, and provide for them should be the most important details. Not how old I am. 

For the record, I never tell my medical providers that I am 32 years old. I do however, need a moment to do the math because my age no longer defines me. My abilities and my accomplishments define me. 

And shouldn't those accomplishments be what makes a parent happy? So, yes, I am going to keep telling people that I am 32 years old. Maybe one day I will celebrate my twentieth anniversary of my 32nd birthday. Maybe? But not any time soon!

What about you? Do you have an age you're are hovering at? 


Sunday, March 1, 2015

Eiffel Tower Birthday Party

Bonjour! 


The weatherman threatened us with snow all weekend but once again we got very lucky and the sun shined on our birthday girls party.

This year we selected to have our birthday party at a local social painting place. For those of you who are local, we selected Blanc Palatte in Liberty Missouri. I really liked the party package. They offered instructor lead painting, personalized photos or the ability to select from their library, as well as the space is amazing!  Our host for the day was Jamie and the girls loved her. The Mommies loved her.

The birthday girl selected the painting she wished to paint, an Eiffel Tower no doubt. I did ask the instructors before I booked if 7 year old could really paint and I was assured as long as the Mom's let go they could. I took that as code for keep the Mom's busy.


The birthday girl got all dressed up for her birthday party. I purchased her a new black dress and a strand of pearls. We were hoping to look like Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany's.  She did have gloves but keeping those on her was probably as difficult as predicting Missouri weather.  An hour before her bedtime and she is still completely dressed up. 

As our invitations indicated, the theme for this party was the Eiffel Tower. Last year I purchased a cake from a local baker but this year I decided to resume tackling the cake myself.  I made a double layer, dark chocolate cake with strawberry white chocolate ganache filling covered in buttercream frosting pipped with a 1M to create roses all over the cake. 


With the exception of the Eiffel Tower, I purchased what I needed to make this cake at our local Michaels Craft Store. They have Wilton baking pans, Wilton disposable frosting bags, decorators tips, gel food coloring, and nonpareils. I purchased the Eiffel Tower cake topper online and found silver birthday candles at Target. The entire cake stood on a black metal cake stand. It was absolutely beautiful!

                                                   

In addition to the cake, I made Eiffel Tower Lollipops using Wilton bright pink candy wafers and lollipop sticks (also purchased from Michaels). I purchased the mold on Amazon. Making the lollipops was super easy.  Just melt and mold.  I added a black and white polka dot ribbon to set it off.

                                          
The food for the party was kept as simple as possible. Part of my plan to keep the Mom's busy was to serve them wonderful cheeses from France as well as some vino.  I served turkey and Swiss sandwiches on croissants in case the little girls did not appreciate the cheese.  My hardest decision was in deciding what cheese to have and what to leave behind. I ended up with nine total varieties of cheese.  I also served chocolate covered oreo's as well as French Soda Pop that I obtained from World Market.  

My friend Krista just returned from visiting Paris and she emailed me a few photos to use. I selected this photo and went to Office Max and had an engineers print made of it. It cost less than you would think to make a photo the size that I did. I mounted the photo to a foam board from Home Depot. I added some paper fans and created a back drop for the food table.


I used mini canvas and easels to identify each cheese and I used a painters board for the actual cheese board.  I think it enhanced the venue nicely.


I spent many hours hand painting  chocolate covered Oreo's for the party. (Again, everything used here came from Michaels.)  They were a huge hit. The guest gobbled up every single one of them. 


I think the birthday girl got as much paint on herself as she did the canvas. The girls had a great time painting. In fact, the birthday girl's Nana also had a fun time painting. 


All of the girls really enjoyed the painting. Many of the Mom's wished they were painting as well.



This party made my little girls day! She has fallen in love with Paris and the Eiffel Tower. She was so giddy and silly all day long because she was so happy. I think in her dreams she was in Paris and left behind the cold and snow that has been plaguing us for so long. 


A private birthday party at Blanc Palette gives you two hours in the venue. So, after painting we had food, cake, and opened presents. I had also purchased a Paris themed Bingo game from Etsy so in our final moments we played a game of Bingo. Each girl was able to take home a pink chocolate Eiffel Tower Lollipop.

 And just like that, the party is over. Your left with the understanding that your baby has turned another year old.  I would like to thank the folks at Blank Palette. It was honestly a great party! I would also like to thank all those who came out to celebrate with us.


I am updating my blog post to enter into Michael's #SpringtimeinParis #Contest.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Oscar 2015

Happy Oscar Sunday!

It has now been 18 years since I started my love affair with the golden statue. I lover his movies and I love his fashion and I love his night!

I managed to squeeze in all eight Best Picture nominations  by midnight last night. I am not a movie critic so I know nothing other than what I respond to. So, here are my reactions to the movies:

The Grand Budapest Hotel: quirky and fun. I wish I would have re-watched it again since I watched it so long ago.

Boyhood: Impressive that everyone dedicated so many years to making this movie. Beyond that, I did identify with Patricia Arquette's role  as she watches her son grow up and moves on. This is the chapter I am in with my own life. Other than that, do I dare say, I just thought it was okay.

American Sniper:  I love Clint Eastwood. I love Bradly Cooper. It was a good movie and I enjoyed it.

Selma: I loved this movie. I did not really think about the controversy of nomination snubs until I watched this movie.

The Imitation Game: Going into this one I had no idea what it was about. I will tell you that I was blown away. I loved the science. I loved the history lesson, and I was angered by the social injustice gay men had to undergo.

Birdman: Okay, I am going to be honest. This movie was just plan odd to me.  I hear all of the Oscar buzz and I think to myself, yep, this is why I am not a critic.

Whiplash: As a social worker, I know abuse is abuse and that it is not okay. But I still found myself inappropriately chuckling during this movie. Painful to watch. When does drive and ambition cross a line? I am not sure but this movie takes us there.

The Theory of Everything: I was up till midnight watching this one last night. I love this movie too! I found myself cheering and crying and totally wrapped up in this story.

Who am I rooting for: Imitation Game or Theory of Everything.  However, if I listen to the predictions I think these two have lost their steam to win.

Each year we base a whole menu from the movies. This year is no exception.

We spent the day watching past winners on Starz and having appetizers. I made Jalapeno Popper Dip for American Sniper. Bradley Coopers character says, "I'm not a redneck, I'm Texas". What says Texas better than tex-mex.  We also had Queso for the movie Boyhood. "More, Queso, yes more queso."

For dinner we had Roasted Cornish Hens for Birdman, Roasted Smashed Potatoes for The Theory of Everything (maybe if every scientist explained theories in relation to potatoes and peas I might understand!), and Collard Greens for Selma. Momma, I actually cooked Collard Greens and they were amazing.

For dessert: we had cream puffs for the Grand Budapest Hotel. Apple Nachos from The Imitation Game. Remember when Alan Tuning finally attempted to make friends with apples. Finally, Drumstick ice cream cones for Whiplash.




Our meal is over. The cocktails are poured. We sit and watch The Red Carpet. Anyone else noticing the white trend?   The show is about to start! See you all tomorrow so we can talk about the winners?

Who are you rooting for?

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Valentines Day Ramblings



Why is it that adding chocolate to strawberries can alter a persons life?

The Boy and his girlfriend hand dipped Strawberries this weekend. They made the entire house happy!

I made The Short Chic a new necklace. As I mentioned before in this post, The Short Chic is in love with Paris.  So, I tried my hand at making some jewelry. 



This is an 18 inch chain that I added a bottle to. Inside the bottle is a message and some red crystals. The message reads, "May all of your dreams come true". I added a few charms: a lock and a key, an Eiffel Tower, and an Arc de Triomphe. I debated about leaving the key off as it would be more representative of the locks on the Pont des Arts but then The Husband piped up that France officials are stopping the practice of love locks. So I added the key. 

The Boy's girlfriend also got a message in a bottle. Her message was a little sweeter but that is not my story to tell. She elected to make hers a key chain. Both turned out very swell indeed.


Carrying forth the French theme in our house; I made Croque Madam sandwiches with sauteed kale for dinner. I might have gotten the bread a bit too thick but otherwise, it was amazing! Both of my picky eaters (picky for different reasons) loved it! Sour dough bread, ham, cheesy bechamel sauce and a fried egg on top. I might fall in love with Paris too!


She is now begging for more French food. Julia Childs I am not but  I am going to find a way to exploit this for as long as I can!

Friday, February 13, 2015

Eiffel Tower Party Invitation and Thank You

I am so excited to finally be able to show you a small project I have been working on. My daughter, The Short Chic, is about to have her next birthday and her invitations are ready to be shared.

In the "olden" days I came up with the theme for her parties but those tides have turned. I am not sure how she comes up with her ideas. Sometimes they reflect her current passion and other times it appears as if she just grabbed a random thought. That is what she did this year; grab a random thought.

 They say an invitation sets the stage for the party. I truly hope that is the case. The Short Chic is madly in love with the Eiffel Tower and wants an entire party focused on it. Finding the right invitation was difficult. I personally did not want the words "Ooh la la" anywhere on the invitations so that eliminated most of the printables and store purchased invitations.  I made the decision to make my own.



To create the invitation I used pink  5x7 cards, black cardstock, white cardstock, and pink cardstock. I also used black/white stripped ribbon, an Eiffel Tower stamp, black embossing powder, black ink, and pearl embellishments. I also used my Sizzix Texture Boutique and a polka dot embossing sheet.


Many of the supplies I used I actually had on hand. I can't even begin to recall when or where I purchased the pearl embellishments but I am happy that I have finally found a home for them. I love the overall look. I think it sets the exact stage I would hope to set for her birthday party. It is all about the Eiffel Tower.

I used a party invitation stamp on the inside and then hand wrote the details of the party.

As I was creating the invitation, I had two different ideas that I just could not pull into one card. Then I realized I did not have to combine all of my ideas. I could make a separate coordinating thank you card.


The thank you card had much the same supplies as the invitation. I think the only additions were the  patterned damask paper, the black brads, and the white scalloped edge note. Even after the party, the guest will get a final reminder of the fun they had at the party.


The party is still a few weeks away. I am looking forward to bringing you more details. Now that the invitations are completed, we can move on to other details!

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

A Parallel Process: Marriage Equality and Civil Rights

As I consumed the news this morning, I found myself muttering aloud. The kind of muttering you do when you just can't fathom that what you are hearing is true. The kind of muttering you do when something so logical to you seems so foreign to others. Surely, I am not alone and you all do this at times.

The state of Alabama dominated the news this morning.  The Supreme Court denied Alabama's request to deny marriage licenses for same sex couples making Alabama the 37th state to recognize marriage equality.  Atlas it was not to be so easy.  Alabama's Chief Justice, who apparently does not believe in marriage equality, ordered the state's lower Probate Courts to not issue the licenses.  Couples seeking licenses were met with two different responses. Some lower courts ignored Alabama's Chief Justices' order and granted same sex marriage licenses while others continued to deny the request for marriage.

As I listened this news, I have to ask the most obvious question. Haven't we done this before? Hasn't Alabama done this before?

How can the parallel process between the Civil Rights Movement and the Marriage Equality Movement not be seen? Despite President Johnson passing the Civil Rights Act, which outlawed discrimination based on race, color, religion, sex, or national origin we know that Alabama (and other southern states) continued to administer literacy test to prevent Black Americans from becoming registered voters.  Despite the Supreme Court denying the request to prevent same sex marriage licenses, Alabama continues to deny same sex marriage licenses.

In my mind, I keep returning to the Declaration of Independence; "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." Whether it is voting, employment, education, or marriage, all men were created equal.  Isn't that a founding value of this country. Why does that seem so logical to me? And how are others missing it?

 I absolutely know that the number one argument against Marriage Equality is Religion.  The Bible calls it a sin. God condemns it. The conservative core vehemently are fighting the Marriage Equality Movement to protect the marriage that God sanctioned. Am I close?  I wonder: do you think that religion was used to discriminate against Black American's during the Civil Rights Movement?  Do you think our ancestors used the Bible as justification for separatism? Do you think that every religion has the same interpretation of the Bible?

How can we not see the parallel process?  The Civil Rights Movement is some 50 years behind us.
Have we not learned anything in the last fifty years?

Saturday, February 7, 2015

College Bound

I have said this before, but I am once again reminded of how quickly the sand leaves the hour glass.

The Boy only has just under 14 weeks till his high school graduation. That is less than 100 days.

High School life has been a challenge for us. Although The Boy has been encouraged to attend college his whole life, he never felt a connection to become something. He contemplated the military, factory work, and at best a community college.

The one thing he did promise me was that he would obtain his A+ diploma. For those of you who do not know, an A+ diploma is awarded if a high school student maintains a minimum GPA, has a minimum attendance, scored proficient on some exams, and completed 50 hours of tutoring hours.

Last summer, The Boy volunteered at his old elementary school to get his A+ hours. Almost immediately, he began coming home with stories of children and learning. Every day he talked about it a little longer. Finally, I asked him if teaching was something he would be interested in doing as a career. He responded very confidently, "yeah, I really think so!"

So, we began our exploration of education programs in our area. We started making college visits in November visiting three universities. I referred to them by their school colors: Team Green, Team Red, and Team Purple. Each had their pros and con's.

Team Green has a strong education program and they even have an elementary school on campus. Students at Team Green start seeing the inside of a classroom immediately. They also have a strong athletic department and watching sports is a huge part of The Boy. We  took a Team Green Alum with us when we went to visit. When we left there that cold cold day I really expected Team Green was The Boy's future home.


Team Red is my alma mater. They also have a strong education program. The Boy loved their campus life., he even told me he was visualizing all his "stuff" in the dorm room they showed us. Unfortunately, we left not knowing anything about their education department as they did not have anyone who could meet with us that day.


Team Purple is out of state and I honestly was not going to pay out of state tuition. Team Purple is a Division 1 school and has been my sons love for many many years. His step mom went to school at Team Purple and she introduced him to the school and sports program when he was five. As soon as we learned that due to The Boy's separate household status (one parent lives in one state and the other in another state) he was eligible for in-state tuition. Finding out that Team Purple's tuition was comparable to both Team Green and Team Red, I knew my son had found his new home.



Team Green responded first. Followed by Team Red. They both accepted him. It took Team Purple the longest but we heard from them late last week. Team Purple accepted The Boy.

I am so proud to say that my son got into his dream college and will become a Wildcat this coming fall to pursue a new dream of becoming an educator. My heart is so full of pride that he is motivated and has worked unbelievably hard over the past year. His determination is only starting to pay off.


It is a very bittersweet time around this household. On one hand, excitement exudes around here. A future goal. A dream college. Division 1 football games and basketball games. How could we not be excited?    But that is mixed with the fact that in a few short months he will be moving away and living on his own.  It is so hard to imagine not seeing his face every day. Or knowing he won't be waking me up every morning when he turns his bathroom light on. Or that I won't be tripping over his big shoes that he leaves laying all over my house.

I am trying to embrace my last moments. They will be gone before I am ready. But I am also excited to create new moments.  Bittersweet.