I’m dejunking, people! I have my seasons (read SEASONS not REASONS—although of course I have my reasons but they don’t need to be itemized here)
I’m in that dejunking season again.
I’m not very good at it. What I do is I look at boxes and say “why do we still have you?” and I go through it. Then my hands get sticky with memories and I can’t let it go. But, last season, I got tough on myself and finally disposed of quite a few items, including this ridiculously awesome souvenir.
You see, about twelve years ago, the streets of Argentina echoed of Enrique, Shakira, and Ricky. It was everywhere. So, while waiting for the use of the phone in the bus terminal of Cañada de Gomez, I bought Enrique’s mug for .50 centavos. I stashed it in my luggage until the end of my mission (a sister has to stay focused, you know), and then kept it in a box of “mission stuff” for the next eleven and a half years. So, I said goodbye to Enrique last Spring and laughed at the fact that his mole was photoshopped off of his face.
Now, the question is, do I get rid of this?
It was a “gift” from my husband.
I’m talking about all the “geeking out” we do on Star Wars. I liked Star Wars as a child (and I’d like to thank Princess Leia for influencing my favorite hairdo in Kindergarten….I wish Chunk #2 would let me do it to her hair) but, I never enjoyed it then as much as I do now with my Chunk #1. I would compare it to rediscovering your favorite doll from your childhood and watching your daughter love it even more than you did. I don’t have that joy, yet. My only left over doll is my Cabbage Patch one and I think it kind of freaks out my daughter. But I digress. Back to nerding up my son. It seems that the combination of Legos and Star Wars has opened up this world for my child and he is not going to leave it too soon. I see him pore over books like a miniature scholar. He tells me about the droids and what they do. He makes his own Star Wars cars and ships. I hear him and Chunk #2 play pretend Star Wars. And we just feeeeeeeeeed it.
I’m not really that worried. Afterall, Geeks do rule the world. I’ll just make it a point to encourage other things. Right? Right.
With that said, here is the birthday cake we made for Chunk #1 on his Golden Birthday. (Please note the “Golden” Frosting) (And I say “Golden” because Chunk #1 kept saying it was not golden it was yellow and to please make it golden) (and while I’m writing in parenthesis we also had a golden dinner but I can’t find the shots so, imagine if you will, orange chicken with brown rice, corn, sparkling apple cider, and some salad flecked with yellow peppers and carrots…It was, indeed, a lovely golden birthday)
Ok, here’s how you make an R2D2 Cake…..except this was an R7D7 cake……I thought the Chunk chose it because he was turning 7 but it was really because he has a triangle for an “eye”(?). He found it in the Essential Encyclopedia of Star Wars Droids (available at your local library):
Now the decorating. I prefer to get the kids involved:
I just do all the finishing touches:
And viola! You have an R7D7 cake!
Yeah for birthdays!
And for El Jefe’s brothers……. a little Fu Manchu….Chunk #1 wore it especially for all of you:
I love school supplies. Glue sticks, markers, #2 pencils; glossy folders with the pictures of the Beatles or Julius the Monkey; a fresh box of undented crayons with their waxy balm; and most important, Trapper Keepers (I miss those, are they still around?).
Did you ever watch You’ve Got Mail? At the beginning Joe Fox/Tom Hanks says: “Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly-sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.” The Fall DOES make me want to buy school supplies. When my children were just babies I would walk by the Target shelves that were specifically dedicated to a new school year and feel some major mixed emotions. I was so glad they weren’t at that stage of their life but still felt this incredible urge to buy new scissors, glue, and crayons.
I think school supplies are my only favorite part of the start of school.
So, with that said, enjoy some first day of school shots:
The breezes taste
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel–
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
New books and blackboard
Chalk in class.
The bee, his hive
While Mother cuts
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze.
The funny thing is, this does NOT describe September in Las Vegas. In Las Vegas, September is one sigh of relief from the blazes of August. While most of the country gets to embrace Autumn full force, we in the Southwest get to roll down our car windows, finally emerge from our houses without puddling up into hot liquid, and start playing on the playground again without blistering burns. My children say “Wow, it’s nice and cold outside, Mom!” as we rush out to school in 75 degree weather. My son tells me he loves Las Vegas while I remember just one month ago how he would ask me on a daily basis “Why do we live in the desert?!” “Why can’t we live in Idaho?!” His memory is shortening with the days and he can ride his bike in 80 degree comfort.
I feel bits and pieces of this poem but it will not be complete until October or November. I love Autumn. I may say it is my favorite season but I say that with the coming of every season. It’s a lot like when I was a child and my brother would heartily announce at the end of each meal “Mom, that’s the best meal I ever had!” He savored. He loved. And so, I will do the same for the season, for Fall. I will go out to Gilcrease Orchard and buy fresh Apple Cider and perhaps pick my own squash. I will wander the gardens of the Springs Preserve and take my children to be Haunted. I will go on bike rides. I will hike Mt. Charleston and Red Rock. And I will start it all tonight by making some Apple Pie!
I have a lot of catch up going on. Not just on my blog either…….my house, my body, my hair, my calling, (uh, not necessarily in that order but it certainly does say something about me, don’t it?)
El Jefe’s birthday was Monday….which was also the start of school. His birthday also kicks off what I lovingly call Birthday Month (or Cake Month, mmmmmm cake). We also just celebrated our anniversary (uhhhh, ya, if you’re wondering, that was in JUNE) and we had another fun filled adventure to Idaho. So I have a lot to report here.
But not today.
Last night I read to Chunk #1. He’s been reading the first Harry Potter book (a moment I’ve been excited for since he started to read “cat” and “ball”). He made a tent in his room, brought in a lamp, and we curled up together to find out the next exciting news in the world of Hogwarts. It was a great moment. I love reading to my kids.
Our latest favorite author (besides J.K. Rowlng) is Mo Willems. Check out the Pig and Elephant books, there are a bunch of them. They are soooooooo cute.
Catch ya later!