Sunday, January 13, 2013

Sunday January 13

Winter has officially arrived. I think the high today was 28, which is pretty cold for us. Jay was at work and the boy piled on a bunch of clothes and went to the skate park, so it's been just me and the girl at the home front.

We puttered around all day, each doing our own thing, until late in the afternoon when she and I (and both pets) decided that Mom and Dad's bedroom was the place to be, what with its comfy bed and access to sunlight.



Quickly it became obvious that she wasn't going to let me take a nap, so we listened to music, played board games, created with fake snow, and just lazed around.


Now she's watching TV and I'm snacking on rum balls left over from the holidays.

For most of my life, I hated Sundays. It wasn't until recently that I realized my hatred for the day stemmed from the fact that I was forced, first by my parents, later by my own fear and sense of obligation, to go to church.

Once you take away that burden, Sundays can be pretty sweet.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Giving Back

After the initial shock of the car fire of Christmas 2012 wore off, Jay and I had to decide what to do next. Do we get another cheap, used car from another cash strapped college student? Do we get a more expensive used car from a dealership? Do we get a brand new car and go back into the realm of real car payments?

In the end, we decided on the brand new. Our other family car, while still awesome, (and I will always love it for safely moving our family to Oregon!) is getting up there in years and really, is it so wrong to have two reliable cars? (Let's not even mention the fact that my son will be learner's permit age in 7 months and we'll then have three drivers in the house. Sweet Jesus.)

So we have this brand new car, the car I've always wanted. The car I've dreamed of owning. It's so quiet, gets amazing mileage, smells wonderful, and it's really freaking cute. I get into it, push the button that starts it, and I feel like Fancy Tammie. (Seriously, it starts with the push of a button. When did this Jetson technology become a real thing? ) Honestly, the fact that I have this car is more shocking to me than the fact that my last car burned in front of my home while all of my neighbors watched.

And....then I feel guilty. I don't deserve this. How did I get so lucky? How did I end up living in this place I love, with this funny, wonderful, husband and these two crazy kids that I actually kind of like being around? I have great, sweet friends and a fun job and now I get to drive this car too?

I don't have answers to those questions. Hard work? Sure, we're hard workers. But six months ago we were hard workers and I was driving a much less amazing car. Also, a lot of people work hard. We aren't that special. Luck? Maybe. I don't really believe in that sort of thing, but who am I to say how or why things happen? I'd like to think that it's just the ebb and flow of things. Sometimes good things happen. Sometimes bad things happen. There are ups and downs. It's life.

But at this moment in my life I'm thinking more about what I can do to give back. If I get to be as happy as I am, I should try to make life happy for others, even if it's just for a little bit. So, I'm curious, how do you all give back? Because the more people I talk to, the more I realize that there are so many of you out there like me, average people of average means, wanting to do better, be kinder, and give more.

Here are some of the ways Jay and I have been giving back:

*Volunteering at the kids' schools. Obviously the easiest of volunteer options because our kids are there and we like them.

*Blessing Bags, although Jay and I prefer to call them Care Packages. Basically you fill a large Ziploc bag with items that a homeless person might need: toothpaste, high protein foods, dental floss, tissues, etc. Keep these bags in your car and when you spot someone who looks like they could use one, you hand it to them. Jay's handed out quite a few (my commute takes me in the opposite direction of those who need this sort of thing) and has been met with nothing but positive responses from recipients.  (This website has a great list of items for care packages.)

*Volunteering for causes we care about. Another no brainer. But it's so simple to go, I'd love to volunteer with XYZ, and then just never do it.  This past election season, Jay rocked this and I'm totally proud of him.

*The Food Bank. Oh My God. I went to our local food bank with a friend's Girl Scout Troop and it was such an eye opener. Here's the thing: Shit happens and anyone of us could need the Food Bank at anytime, and the fact of the matter is that a lot of people do. If I ever need it, I hope there is more on the shelves than creamed corn and cranberry sauce left over from Thanksgiving. Jay and I try to pick up an item or two whenever we get groceries and when we have enough to fill a bag, we drop it off. It's truly a drop in the bucket, a small thing, but it's what we can do. (I think about this one a lot. Like, if I needed the food bank and there was nothing on the shelves that my kids would eat, how awful would that be? Because of this, I try to buy kid friendly foods, even though they aren't always the healthiest. Also, toilet paper. Food Banks need toilet paper!)

*Writing a check. This is the hardest for me because it's money leaving my account in a way that I can very clearly see. Money that I could easily spend on something fun. But I still try to do it a few times a year. I have silly rules about this one. For instance, if I can afford to spend a certain amount of money at Whole Foods (because they are stupid expensive), then I should, in turn, give money to the Portland Rescue Mission or another worthy cause. ( Like this one.) The key, I think, is finding causes that mean something to you or that you want to support, then it becomes easier.

Again, the things I've mentioned aren't major. None of them hit us really hard, but they are small ways that we can do good. Here are other ways:

*Visty's latest post about her time in Africa just made me ache.

*Maria Rose always has good ideas for Random Acts of Kindness. She's the master.

Tell me, how have you been giving?




Saturday, January 5, 2013

Sutro Sam

When I was in California, one of the places Daphne took me to was the Sutro Baths. The baths were a privately owned swimming pool complex that burned down in the sixties.
The remains are rocky, uneven, and somewhat scary. But so, so pretty.



As we were climbing over the remains, we saw the cutest little otter:

We watched him swim back and forth through the wreckage of the various baths. He would grab some grass in his mouth and swim beneath the remains, obviously building some type of sweet otter home.

Daphne and I must have watched him for at least 15 minutes. As we were walking away, he swam to the edge and popped his head up as if to say, "Hey, where ya going? Come back and watch me some more." So we did. Daphne and I are both total animal lovers so we aren't above talking to them as if they are people. Clearly, this otter wanted to hang with us some more.

The funny part about this story is that Daphne sent me this article the other day from the San Francisco Chronicle. Apparently our otter (as we call him) is the first otter seen in this area in decades and they've nicknamed him Sutro Sam. On the Sutro Wikipedia page, it reads, "A river otter nicknamed 'Sutro Sam' was spotted at this location in December 2012."

Well, if you want to get picky, Daphne and I FIRST spotted him in early November. He's our otter, after all.


Thursday, January 3, 2013

A Journal Moment:: January 2

So far, I'm loving 2013.

New Years Eve was so much fun. We love hanging with The Lindgren's. Visty makes me feel like it's okay to be silly and stupid. Late night NYE walks carrying household items? Totally normal.


As stressful as this holiday season has been, these days have been good. Coffee with friends. Playdates. Quiet time at home with the family. I don't consider myself the type of person who gets close to many people, but the people I'm close to now......well, simply put, it's good. I like them. And I feel like they like me.

Today is the girl's birthday. Eight. Wow.

She is incredibly good natured and kind. She's also loud, occasionally overbearing, demanding,  and high strung, but more than anything, she's nice. If I were 8, I would want to be friends with Lucy.

We didn't have a birthday party. Again. Part of me feels awful about this, like I'm somehow neglectful for not throwing a bash. I planned to do something this year.  Really, I did. Maybe a trip to the indoor water park or to PDX Playdate, but then my car caught fire and we all got sick, and it just never happened.

But I made a cake. A cake that impressed the eight year old:
And friends found their way over and we found our way over to friend's, and I think it all ended well.




Lucy has a best male buddy. They are going to get married, write books together, and not have children just a lot of puppies. I'm totally okay with that.

Our Christmas tree is still up. But it's dry, dry, dry. It's a fire hazard at this point. And because I DO NOT want to have to call the fire department in 2013, it will be gone soon.

BUT, when I was taking out the trash tonight, I found something that made me very excited. A new, in the box, white Christmas tree that someone had put by the dumpster. I ran home and begged Jay to go get it. (He's amazing.) Of course I had to put it together and decorate it just a bit. 
I've been wanting a second tree. A white one. But I could never justify the expense. So kind of one of my neighbors to give one to me free of cost! I have visions of Christmas 2013, two trees, one traditional one and one white one decorated with red and blue ornaments.

I can't wait until December.