Saturday, June 24, 2006

Thursday and Friday

Thursday I had lunch in Austin with my friend, Melissa, at a really good Mexican restaurant she introduced me to down on South First Street.

Melissa, whom I haven't seen since last fall, is mother of four children, is writing her dissertation in cultural anthropology, and also happens to be one of the coolest and most interesting people I know. So I always enjoy talking to her, the food was *really* good and I had the best time!

Friday morning, early before it got too hot, Claudia, Jordan and I went to pick blackberries and go through the corn maze at the berry farm. Then we went out for breakfast tacos and then shopping with my mom. She bought all three girls Crocs. Jamie thinks they're ugly, but look at them--they're so cute!

Claudia got bright green, Jordan's are bright turquoise and Sam's are bright orange.

Then the girls and I went over to Ginny's house to swim. Ginny was kind of bummed because she's been trying to keep the pool from turning green this year and it was a leeetle green. But that was ok and Claudia, Jordan and Ginny's daughter, Bailey (who is adorable) swam, ate snacks and watched a movie while Ginny and I had lots of time to talk.

Then Ginny let them all drive the golf cart. She and her husband have this great house out in the country right outside of Marble Falls and the kids drove up and down their road and through the wet-weather creek bed. They all did really well and had a blast! Jordan commented later that she drove it "like Dukes of Hazzard, Mommy!" (i.e. just like her mom). We also got to see Ginny's son, Grant, who is three and also adorable. He had swim lessons that afternoon, so we only saw him for a few minutes, but I'm hoping we get to see them again before we leave next Thursday.

--susanne

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Breakfast with the nestlings

Claudia is three years older than Jordan and several months after Jordan was born, my mother, who was living near Boston at the time, sent me a photo clipped from the Boston Globe of a mother gorilla holding a new baby gorilla and the baby gorilla’s older sister trying to pull the baby away from the mother. It was a nice and kind of funny reminder that what was going on at my house was really completely natural.

My kids really love each other,
but there’s always been this little rivalry going on between them. It’s always, “I love you, but out of the nest you go!”. The first hint I got of it was when Claudia was screaming in Jordan’s newborn ear when I was breastfeeding her one day. And it’s continued as they’ve gotten older. My mother has one photo of Claudia and one of Jordan on the front of her fridge in magnetic frames and both of them always make a point, every time they visit, of either turning her sister’s photo upside down or hiding it completely on the side of the fridge next to the wall and then placing her own lone photo prominently on the front of the fridge.

This morning I ran out to Granite Shoals, where the girls are staying with their paternal grandparents and father, to take them out for breakfast. When I got home I flipped open my cellphone to make a call and noticed that my background image, which was a photo of Jordan wearing crooked sunglasses when I left the house this morning, had been changed to a photo of smiling Claudia.
--susanne

Boxes!

Boxes boxes boxes boxes
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Boxes boxes boxes boxes
Boxes boxes boxes boxes
Boxes boxes boxes boxes
Boxes boxes boxes boxes
Sooooo many boxes...




--jamie

Monday, June 19, 2006

The Hate-Hate Relationship with Mayberry

I don't understand why some people think small town living is relaxing. I mean, I'm not saying it's *wrong* that they do, and some of my dearest friends and family are grooving on the small town thing and it's working for them, it's just that I personally don't enjoy it. (In other words, I'm hoping Jana, Ginny, and my mother won't be offended by this post).

I'm here in Marble Falls and the pharmacy isn't open 24 hours, nor are the grocery stores. A lot of the convenience stores close after 10, thereby forcing me to *drive around* looking for one that's open.

Today I wanted a bbq sandwich for lunch. But I couldn't *have* a bbq sandwich for lunch because both bbq places were *closed*. Closed on Monday. Yesterday I wanted a fried peach pie from Atwood's Holiday Treat for breakfast, but they were *closed*. Closed on Sunday. And on Tuesday. So I can't have a fried peach pie tomorrow, either. I would have had to go buy the pie today, and save it for tomorrow for this to have been possible. Not that I'm necessarily going to want the pie tomorrow. I won't know that until tomorrow. Basically I want what I want when I want it and this environment is.....NOT GOOD FOR ME.

After I got home from my *disastrous* quest for a bbq sandwich, with a McDonald's sack in my hand, I complained to my mother about the closed bbq places *and* the pie and then asked her, "btw, who in the hell is closed on *Tuesday*?!?" (I said the hell part in my head, of course--I was talking to my mother). And my mother said because this is such a small town and there used to be so few restaurants, they used to coordinate their days off and that that was a nice thing (and she may have also said some things about it not being polite to complain about someone's town). I said, ok, I'm going to eat my *hamburger* and then I'm going to the library. And do you know what she said to me?!? "You'd better call ahead--the library may not be open today." Arghhhhhhhh!!!!

Going to the grocery store, if you can find an open one, is an ordeal. First of all, all these little old ladies will come very close to Mowing.You.Down with their cars in the parking lot and then after the narrow miss, glare at *you* about it. People must think it's safer to drive in small towns, so senior citizens continue to drive for far longer than they should and then they do the glaring thing. This is annoying and I reserve the right to think so for, oh, the next 40 years.

Anyway, at the grocery store, there's all this friendliness and talking. There's always the risk of running into people you know, and then you have to talk to them and maybe you don't feel like talking to them, but too bad. And even if you don't know them, there's a good chance they'll talk to you anyway. Example: my mother was parking the car at HEB (that's a grocery store in Texas and "HEB" stands for Henry E. Butt, for all you 12-year-olds out there) the other morning and a little old lady was pulling into the space opposite us. She waved at my mom so I asked my mom, "Who is that?" and she said she *didn't know*. So my mother had to wave back to this complete stranger who was waving, apparently, because....because....they were pulling into spaces opposite of each other. Boggle. And then, when we passed her on an aisle in the store, she spoke to my mom and they exchanged pleasantries.

And the grocery store employees are just so friendly and chatty. "You look puzzled, can I help you?" "No, thank you. I think I know how to work a grocery store." But can you really say that? No, because that's "rude" and you can't be rude to them for bothering you because your mother probably knows them. The deli meat guy knows my mother so there's discussion there over the shaved turkey. The butcher guy helps her pick out a package of chicken tenders. The checkers and sackers want to chat about what you're purchasing (as if it's any of their business) and when you bring your own cloth grocery bags for them to use instead of paper or plastic, it completely BLOWS THEIR MINDS. Then there's the whole animated smiling and "thank you!" "No, thank YOU" "No, really, *thank YOU*" "And you have a nice day" and "you TOO!" thing at the end of the transaction that I find myself participating in and it's all just too revolting. Oh, and speaking of checkers, the other day one of them counted out my change to me. And when I say "change" I mean quarters, dimes, nickels and pennies. Like I *care*. Just hand it to me, for God's sake--it's *less than a dollar*!
--susanne

Happy Father's Day, Midwestern Remix

No schnitzel here in the heartland (Hey, honey! Hey, Claudia and Jordan! We miss you!) but Sam and I went out for ice cream and she gave me a very nice card and I got to talk to my Dad and my soon-to-be-a-father-and-really-what's-the-holdup? older brother, so all in all it was a very nice day.

Yesterday I went to another one of Adam and Melissa's fabulous parties, which you can read about
here. You can also pay homage to the ultra-adorable Lily, who is now officially one year old. Happy birthday, Lily! I congratulate you on your excellent Iggy Pop mix tape!

(Um, do they still call them mix tapes?)
--jamie

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Father's Day

Happy Father's Day! We had a great one here. I got to see the kids this morning when I took Father's Day gifts and cards over for them to give their dad and grandfather. I miss them so much so that was a really nice start to the day.

After that, my Mom, Dad and I went on a day trip to Fredericksburg. We stopped in Luckenbach on the way because none of us had ever been. We wanted to listen to that song as we were driving in, but unfortunately, the Outlaws cd we had in the car didn't have that song on it. < /bad sad Willie Nelson moment >.

There were way more people there than we expected and it was a very eclectic crowd. We saw lots of covered wagons and Harley Davidsons. This is a photo of the post office:



After that, we drove on to Fredericksburg where first we had really good German food (schnitzel! spaetzel!), and then we went walking around the historic district that has been restored and houses lots of shops and we had German pastry. They put pecans (pronounced "puh-cons", please) on the struedel! Too shocking. So nut-allergic me chose something else. We also bought fudge.

Then we drove around and I got photos of some of the sunday houses (tiny houses the farm families kept in town for the weekends back in the 1800's) and we drove by the former Chester Nimitz Museum that has been renamed the George Bush Museum (or some such shit) and groused about that pretty severly. Chester Nimitz is a native son of Fredericksburg so what a crummy thing to do. Then it was on to the flower farm for wildflower seeds, the peach stand (they grow fabulous peaches in that area) for preserves (I got jalapeno peach) and peach ice cream (you're not keeping track of all the sweets we've had today, are you?), and a trip by LBJ's (I heart him!) boyhood home and then back home.

And amazingly, after all that food, I went out to dinner with my friend, Ginny, and had a super time. I think we haven't been out in almost a year. Too long, Ginny!!

--susanne

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Travel update

Susanne, Claudia, and Jordan are all safely arrived in Marble Falls, where Susanne reports that the drought has killed everyone's lawn.

In her honor, Sam and I will read selections of Steinbeck tonight.


--jamie

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Jordan and Samantha Photo


I thought this was a very cute photo of Jordan and Samantha. Jordan's doing the University of Texas thing with her hand. The umbrellas are courtesy of Grandma Rieger.

Gone To Texas

The girls and I are leaving for Texas this morning so they can spend a couple of weeks with their dad (I'll be hanging with the parents while we're there). We'll be back in Indiana by the end of the month.

I just checked the weather--high today at my house = 77 degrees, high today at my parents' house = 100 degrees!

Monday, June 12, 2006

Texas Democrat Convention

While we were in Ft. Wayne on Saturday, my parents were in Ft. Worth, Texas at the Texas Democrat Convention. They're pretty active in the party and supporters of General Clark. They were invited back to meet him after his speech. Here's a photo of my mom and the general.

Highland Games





We spent a really lovely day in Ft. Wayne on Saturday. When we got to Jamie's parent's house we finally got to meet his dad, Walter, and Walter and Beverly had a really nice breakfast waiting for us. Then we tied tartan ribbons in the girls' hair and went to the Highland Games. There we met Jamie's grandparents and saw the tree throwing competition, lots of bagpipes and rugby. After that Jamie drove me and the girls around Ft. Wayne for the History of Jamie tour and that was really cool.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Sunday

Today was pretty awfully fun except for our early morning donut quest. We had to drive 30 minutes to get a donut (and don't even get me started on the fact that there are no breakfast tacos--we're living like animals here!).

When we got home, the children caught a rat and scared the bejeezus out of it, as you can see here.


(We found out later it's actually a nutria.) I was making lunch when Samantha ran in to notify me they had caught the rat! that had been spotted swimming in our pond. I ran out to investigate and found them surrounding the thing with opened umbrellas and it was on its back looking up at them trying to figure out how this day had just gone so wrong. While I ran back to the house to grab my camera (rat paparazzo!) he apparently got away, but he didn't get far because he was just.so.completely.freaked.out. When I got back to the site of capture, the girls were standing about three feet away from it, twirling their umbrellas and chatting and the rat was on its back trying to calm down. It eventually managed to get back on its feet, eat some bread the girls threw at it and move to Albuquerque because the neighborhood has definitely gone downhill.

Over lunch we played 20 (ish!) questions and the kids were super funny. Luckily, Claudia went easy on us and didn't make us guess things like "dentures in a glass" this time. Jordan and Samantha teamed up and were "it" together so every time we would guess and they would say "yes" or "no" there would be a lot of laughing and shouting of "JINX YOU OWE ME A COKE!!". Interestingly, one of the things they had us try to guess was "9-11". Unfortunately (or fortunately? they're only 8 after all) they didn't really have a firm grasp of what that means. The hints they gave us were 1. it was a bad thing that happened; 2. it didn't happen in their, or our lifetime; and 3. lots of people died. So in other words, they were an unstoppable winning machine.