Thursday, January 29, 2009

Creepy Alert

Yesterday I thought it was a fluke. This morning I am convinced it is more than that. With my last post I may or may not have called out my friendly neighborhood D&D. For the last few days, since said post when I walk in - before I can get to the front of the line my coffee is made and I am rung up. I think I have readship from my friends at the D&D.

Friends, thank you for all that you do and all that you are. With out you my mornings would be an ugly one.

I <3 you. Long time.

Monday, January 26, 2009

The Waiting Game

On the daily I wonder how much someone waits through out the day. Think about it. Maybe I'll start an experiment and logging how much time I personally wait. Waiting for someone to pick up the phone, waiting for a call back, waiting on feedback, waiting on a reply, waiting on news, waiting on line, waiting for the baby to stop crying, waiting until she gives another kiss - lots of waiting.

45 - 72 minutes a day so says google.

I feel like that is low - do these people who reported it on google go to the Dunkin Donuts near my house? And what does constitute waiting, does waiting at a light mean you are waiting?

I'll go back to waiting now.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Girl Talk

On my way into work today I heard a news piece on the new first kids and those that just left the building. Jenna & Barbara "wrote" a letter to Sasha & Maila ... and while I'm not quite convinced they didn't have a little help from their friends, I do appreciate the sentiments behind the letter (their daddy got someone to write). As is my typical m.o. I cried on the way into work as someone read it on the radio and cried again upon reading it out loud to people through out the day. A sobbing mess, one might say. Those that knew me BL sometimes don't even recongize the new me. I wouldn't say the new and improved me because at times when I should, could and would have I seem to be unable to hold my sht together.

Read the whole thing... but be warned it's the last paragraph that'll kill ya*.
*If you are human


Sasha and Malia,

We were seven when our beloved grandfather was sworn in as the 41st President of the United States. We stood proudly on the platform, our tiny hands icicles, as we lived history. We listened intently to the words spoken on Inauguration Day service, duty, honor. But being seven, we didn't quite understand the gravity of the position our Grandfather was committing to. We watched as the bands marched by -- the red, white, and blue streamers welcoming us to a new role: the family members of a President.

We also first saw the White House through the innocent, optimistic eyes of children. We stood on the North Lawn gazing with wonder at her grand portico. The White House was alive with devoted and loving people, many of whom had worked in her halls for decades. Three of the White House ushers, Buddy, Ramsey, and "Smiley", greeted us when we stepped into her intimidating hallway. Their laughter and embraces made us feel welcome right away.

Sasha and Malia, here is some advice to you from two sisters who have stood where you will stand and who have lived where you will live:
-- Surround yourself with loyal friends. They'll protect and calm you and join in on some of the fun, and appreciate the history.
-- If you're traveling with your parents over Halloween, don't let it stop you from doing what you would normally do. Dress up in some imaginative, elaborate costume (if you are like us a pack of Juicy Fruit and a Vampiress) and trick-or-treat down the plane aisle.
-- If you ever need a hug, go find Ramsey. If you want to talk football, look for Buddy. And, if you just need a smile, look for "Smiley."
-- And, a note on White House puppies--our sweet puppy Spot was nursed on the lawn of the White House. And then of course, there's Barney, who most recently bit a reporter. Cherish your animals because sometimes you'll need the quiet comfort that only animals can provide.
-- Slide down the banister of the solarium, go to T-ball games, have swimming parties, and play Sardines on the White House lawn. Have fun and enjoy your childhood in such a magical place to live and play.
-- When your dad throws out the first pitch for the Yankees, go to the game.
-- In fact, go to anything and everything you possibly can: the Kennedy Center for theater, State Dinners, Christmas parties (the White House staff party is our favorite!), museum openings, arrival ceremonies, and walks around the monuments. Just go. Four years goes by so fast, so absorb it all, enjoy it all!

For four years, we spent our childhood holidays and vacations in the historic house. We could almost feel the presence of all the great men and women who had lived here before us. When we played house, we sat behind the East sitting room's massive curtains as the light poured in illuminating her yellow walls. Our seven-year-old imaginations soared as we played in the enormous, beautiful rooms; our dreams, our games, as romantic as her surroundings. At night, the house sang us quiet songs through the chimneys as we fell asleep.

In late December, when snow blanketed the front lawn, all of our cousins overtook the White House. Thirteen children between the ages of two and 12 ran throughout her halls, energized by the crispness in the air and the spirit of the season. Every room smelled of pine; the entire house was adorned with thistle; garlands wound around every banister. We sat on her grand staircase and spied on the holiday dancing below. Hours were spent playing hide-and-go-seek. We used a stage in the grand ballroom to produce a play about Santa and his reindeer. We watched as the National Christmas Tree was lit and admired the chef as he put the final icing on the gingerbread house. When it was time, we left the White House. We said our goodbyes to her and to Washington. We weren't sure if we would spend time among her historical walls again, or ever walk the National Mall, admiring the cherry blossoms that resembled puffs of cotton candy. But we did return. This time we were 18. The White House welcomed us back and there is no doubt that it is a magical place at any age.

As older girls, we were constantly inspired by the amazing people we met, politicians and great philosophers like Vaclav Havel. We dined with royalty, heads of states, authors, and activists. We even met the Queen of England and managed to see the Texas Longhorns after they won the National Championship. We traveled with our parents to foreign lands and were deeply moved by what we saw. Trips to Africa inspired and motivated us to begin working with HIV/AIDS and the rights of women and children all over the world.

Now, the White House ballrooms were filled with energy and music as we danced. The East sitting room became a peaceful place to read and study. We ran on the track in the front lawn, and squared off in sisterly bowling duels down in the basement alley. This Christmas, with the enchanting smell of the holidays encompassing her halls, we will again be saying our good-byes to the White House. Sasha and Malia, it is your turn now to fill the White House with laughter.

And finally, although it's an honor and full of so many extraordinary opportunities, it isn't always easy being a member of the club you are about to join. Our dad, like yours, is a man of great integrity and love; a man who always put us first. We still see him now as we did when we were seven: as our loving daddy. Our Dad, who read to us nightly, taught us how to score tedious baseball games. He is our father, not the sketch in a paper or part of a skit on TV. Many people will think they know him, but they have no idea how he felt the day you were born, the pride he felt on your first day of school, or how much you both love being his daughters. So here is our most important piece of advice: remember who your dad really is.

Jenna & Barbara Bush

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

A New Day

This year I voted in my first election and won. You can thank me later. Today, you could literally feel the difference in the air. I listened to his speech over the radio but to watch hundreds of my co-workers gather around televisions set up through out the building brought a visual of the excitement for people around me. Did we watch 4 years ago? Why would we? But was the option there? I honestly don't think so, I don't know if this kind of energy has existed before. Was it because we had given up?

"On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn-out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics."

While I am certain change is not going to come overnight it's an feeling that has changed. That change is possible. Yes, we can. When my children picture a President they will have a catalogue of pictures to choose from. I wonder how the first family feels tonight. Did they know in their hearts that this would come true or if they doubted for a moment if Americans were ready to put their votes where their mouth was? Did they know what their part in our history they would be?

"This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed -- why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than 60 years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath."

I could listen to our President talk for hours and while I may not agree with everything he has on the agenda, I do believe that to be inspired is a step in the right direction. This year we came to a cross roads and it feels we started on a new path. Maybe it's naive to put that kind of pressure on a person, but I do truly believe it's more of an idea and a movement of thinking than just one person. He inspires people and has inspired me.

"Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends -- hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism -- these things are old. These things are true."

My daugther's first year continues with a change that while she doesn't understand yet I hope she will grow up differently as a result of it. A new generation of change has a leader and I will happily fall in line.

"Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested, we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back, nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations."

Sunday, January 18, 2009

The Holidays

I'm a day late and a dollar short - but I never did give the play by play of the holidays. With out a camera I have to say it is even more difficult to sum up how the week went. We didn't even take pictures of the stupid unscented tree. Luckily at my mom's we took a picture of A tree. We may have taken other pictures but I can't find the film. We could barely find film to use, and for the last few weeks I've been trying to find a place to develop it. While they would be able to send it out - no one could give me prices, so I waited. Now that I found a place that is reasonable I can't find the trail of proof.

The holidays this year were filled with the usual commute. We traveled from Boston to the 'Burgh then to the 'Chester and back to Boston. There were no attacks and much running around. Good times had by all and for the most part we were home before we knew any better. It was a nice holiday but next year, as I'm sure it was said last year Santa is coming to our house next year.

It's a bit too much for every year. We are the only ones who can't have Santa come to our house and with the excitement of Santa it becomes a bit too much on all ends. Next year the big man is coming to Beantown.

After the quick trip coming back we chilaxed for a day or so and my dad & Cami came over. It was defiantly a nice change of pace to have company and be at the home base. I know it's hard for everyone, as it is for us to make the trip.

We talk about it much - we both had the childhood experience of hoping from family to family as a kid. It was great and nice in many ways - but truly while we will miss out on valuable family time at the end of the day the good weighs out when thinking about staying home. I hope when L looks back she doesn't feel that she missed out. Living as far as we live she is, if we are all being honest, at a disadvantage when it comes to her cousins & second cousins. They don't know her like they would if she lived close. She doesn't know them like we wish she should. She'll always be the outsider in one way or another - Christmas isn't going to make the difference.

New Year's we made the trek back to the 'Burgh. 2009 was the year where children out numbered the adults - another eye opening experience. L had a blast and a half, with all the kids she was in heaven. She has a 'thing' as it is for the older children - boys specifically. It was so amazing to see her be one of the kids. All of the kids were so great and L had the best time. The next day we had lunch at Grammy & Poppa's house. It was a really nice was to kick off 2009.

Once I find all the film and get them developed I'll be sure to post December & holiday pictures. New Year's Resolution: to be timely. I'm keeping it easy. This year we dropped the ball and no Happy Holiday cards to speak of. While we were going to do Happy Martin Luther King Day cards, tomorrow is the big day and no cards are made. I haven't written about anything in weeks... I guess we aren't so much doing well with the resolution. In the coming year we need to be better about being timely in general. We'll do what we can!

To make up for it another video - that we have. Pictures not so much.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

DoctoRs Visit

It has been far too long - to make up for it adorable video. While we wait for the nurse to give shots we danced it out.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Job Requirements

I am well aware of the economic crises among us, it's rough out there. I can't go to the bathroom at work with out hearing about the doom and gloom. This home girl is just trying to pee and CNN is pumped in to talk about how the world is in the toilet. Pun intended. Knowing that the job market is tough, you would imagine that those that have a job are the best suited for that job. This is not the case, it should be but it is not. Not even close.

Case in point: our landlord who has a level 3 in English (1-10 scare, 4 being average and what the minimum one should accept as a basic standard of conversational English). You would think she would employ those who could at the very minimum assist her in the translation of issues. Guess what? Not so much. The handymen that Sofia (said landlord - who is described to appear as my Italian grandmother, if she were Asian) employees the most peculiar men. The most recent of which is barely at a level 2, but that's given him the benefit of the doubt. He is constantly on the phone, we think. He mumbles, we think. He speaks some modicum of English, we think. Between the blue tooth, the marbles in the mouth & broken English explaining what is wrong with the dishwasher or shower is near impossible. This might explain why both have been broken for months.

Today we heard a slight tap on the front door. We didn't know if someone was at the door or if our downstairs neighbor was drunk (again) and stumbling around. The dog wouldn't stop barking so C went down stairs. It was Yan (we think that's either his name or a word he uses to say hello) came unannounced, as usual. He is deathly afraid of the dog so while he is on the phone, ignoring the barking, coming up the stairs, he makes eye contact with the dog. Apparently he doesn't understand barking as an indication as there will be a dog coming from the sound he hears. He heads back downstairs and we can't understand what the heck is he saying. We figure step 1 should be to get the baby & the mutt locked up. I fence myself into the living room as Yan continues to mumble, Abelle yaps and babygirl screeches. He came in and out a few times, tracked mud into the bathroom and then said his goodbyes. An hour later, as Chrissy (that's what Yan calls him) is cursing that bastard for muddying up the bathroom the barking starts again. It turns out while we thought Yan was saying bye bye see you later - he was really saying he'd be back after going downstairs because they had the same problem (we didn't understand this either). After months of waiting, writing letters, leaving voice mails for my Asian Grandmother it ended up Yan left us with a working dishwasher (thanks be to baby Jesus / Yan) and all of our bathrooms working - so I guess, communication struggles aside it all got done.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

2008 Year of the Rat

This year a lot went down.
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