Spring cleaning

Saturday, I got started trying to sort out the leftover food from the wedding festivities, figuring what was left, what needed eating real soon before it goes bad, what could be stored for longer, and what we need from the store.  This got me poking around in the pantry which got me noticing layers of dust and that got me started on spring cleaning – the kind of intense cleaning you only do every couple years where you take everything out of a cupboard, wash everything and the cupboard, put it all back after sorting out the useless or expired stuff…

My first reward was finding a bottle of raspberry flavoring syrup I’d forgotten.  Mmmm, raspberry-flavored hot chocolate. 

Of course, I also discovered that it looked like something had nibbled a box of candles… in the silverware drawer!  Shudder.  Now in the process of running everything in that drawer through the dishwasher, and everything from the drawers beneath it as well, just for completeness’ sake.

On other fronts, it’s pouring out.  Welcome to February.

Married….

I haven’t posted for a while, which is perhaps understandable because I went off and got myself married.  Which is how K has been describing it as he calls the various people (work benefits, bank accounts, etc) who need to know his new status:  “I went and got myself married last weekend…”

Anyway, my parents came in a week or so before the Event, to help with last-minute details. I dragged Mom off on scavenger-hunt shopping trips (“OK, we need… a roll of four-foot wide paper.  A garter.  Something to serve as a pond for the bride and groom rubber duckies to float in….”) and set Dad to projects like cutting a half-dozen wooden supports to be used for train tracks.

Yeah, train tracks.  Don’t all weddings include train tracks? Ours did.  We decorated the tables with various toys – one table with a train set, another with blocks and an abacus, another with a toy toolbox complete with toy drill, circular saw, and jigsaw.  Other tables had games – Scrabble, Trivial Pursuit, Jenga, Cranium.  The wedding party tables had enormous multi-arm candleabras – with neon colored stuffed monkeys swinging by their tails off the candleabra arms.

There were the inevitable wedding etiquette failure moments.  Like when my M. of honor invited someone to the bachelorette party who hadn’t been invited to the wedding… not because K and I don’t like this person (we do, very much – she may read this and I want her to know that) but because the guest list for the wedding was kept rather deliberately small. Generally, we only invited people who not only know K and me, but also are known to at least one of our families… My weak solution to the problem was to invite another such person to join us, so no one felt singled out… the two of them were great fun at the party and I’m awfully glad they joined us, even though it was a gaffe worthy of the etiquette hell page.

In general, though, the wedding went off just as we wanted.  There were old friends to catch up with at every table.  Kids scrambled around underfoot and took over the dance floor. We danced to “Shout” and gatored, of course.  We danced to “Louie, Louie” and in an impressive display of geekiness, about a third of the guests were willing to demonstrate the proper dance steps to “Let’s do the time warp again”.  Almost every guest participated in the conga line, from the youngest to the eldest.  And no one got cake smeared on his or her face, which is a good thing.

When I am old, I will tell my great-great grandkids (or grand-nephews and grand-neices, at the rate I’m going) that I wore comfortable shoes to my wedding.  I swear that “white shoes” were on that scavenger-hunt shopping list; we even found the white shoes I wanted, but then somehow… forgot to buy them. So instead I wore pale blue bedroom slippers. No one seemed to mind. Hey, I needed my “something blue” anyway.

The whole thing was possible because I have the most amazing friends in the world. 

pulled my a** from the fire on multiple occasions.  Rehearsal dinner venue cancels on us two weeks before the event?  No problem, she’s already researched a half-dozen alternate venues, complete with banquet menus and pricing options, and we end up with something even better than before.  Confused about what to suggest for wedding jewelry?  No problem, she’s prepared with customized, hand-made jewelry for every participant, even the flower girls. I never had the chance to be bridezilla, because every problem was fixed before I had the chance to throw a tantrum.

The one unfortunate part was the whole germ-vector thing.  Someone brought a nasty stomach bug to the event, which wiped out half of Keith’s family as well as several guests (hi,

!)  in the days after the wedding and caught up with me mid-week.  Kind of a honeymoon-killer, really, though it thankfully passed quickly.  K also came down with a cold which he’s still fighting.  I’m not sure how many people were affected – seems a little funny to call people and say “excuse me, but were you up all night puking anytime last week?” And it is not the sort of thing that comes up in conversation unless one asks.

So anyway.  Back now.  Will talk about something else in future, I promise.

Food and kids.

was bemoaning the restrictions of cooking for a picky family, which got me musing about my own upbringing and parenting styles in general.

My parents took the philosophy that children shouldn’t be running the household. This shows up in many things they did – for example, they required good table manners for the length of an adult meal, from a very young age. (e.g. from before my conscious memory, which extends back to age 3 or so). Even though I know this was unusual,  I’m always a little startled when kids finish eating and leave the table before the meal is over, or eat at a different time than the rest of the family.

When it came to the food itself, the situation was simple. Mom (or Mom’s designee, which was usually me) prepared a meal, and your choices were to eat it or to go hungry. Sure, you could usually get away with eating a token portion of the yucky thing and fill up on whatever else was on the table (e.g. choke down the required few bites of liver, and then fill up on the veggies and rice).  But you couldn’t ask for something else, or prepare something else for yourself, or skip the meal and then have a snack later – in fact, if you didn’t eat much, Mom would go ahead and put saran over the plate and later requests for a snack would be met with “your plate is in the fridge”.  It turns out that cold liver is even gross-er than warm liver…

The end result is that my brother and I will eat most anything. Sure, we have a few dislikes, and we’ll express preferences if asked.  But being extremely picky was simply never an option – didn’t Ben Franklin say hunger is the best spice?  Actually I think the quote was actually “hunger is the best pickle”, but I digress…

I do think Mom tended to prep the things that everyone liked, most of the time.  But then again, we weren’t picky so she wasn’t really limited in her selections.

So I am musing is the pros and cons of parent-centered (versus child-centered) households. I can see a lot of pros. Because the behavior we learned from the start is the behavior expected by society at large, there were no painful transitions later on. We were probably healthier as a result of the good diet. Our parents had a better quality of life because we were remarkably well-behaved (and never realized there were other ways to be). And dinner table conversation (usually very child-focussed since we’d finish eating before Mom and Dad, so we’d be the ones talking) is a key part of a lot of my most precious childhood memories. I have an excellent adult relationship with my parents and a lot of that has to do with those open lines of communication at mealtime.

So, what are the advantages of the more child-centered approach? None of my friends take this approach to child-rearing, though to be fair many of their kids are really too young at this point.  My brother hasn’t taken that approach with his kids, and mealtimes with his family are really pretty unpleasant, what with the noisy kids grabbing the stuff they like, whining about stuff they don’t like, coming and going from their seats, playing noisily in the next room… But my friends (and family) are all pretty smart people so I assume there are benefits to this approach that I’m just not seeing from my non-parental viewpoint?

Odd choices…

We’ve been previewing songs off the “top 250 requested wedding songs” list the DJ gave us.  Lets us veto the ones that are utter schmaltz or otherwise inappropriate…

And maybe I’m crazy, but some of these choices are downright weird for wedding songs:

  • Righteous Brothers – You’ve Lost that Lovin’ Feeling  ??? Not exactly the mood I want to set for a day when I’ve committed to spend my life with someone.
  • John Cougar Mellancamp – Hurts So Good… Even if pain’s your idea of a good time, do you need to advertise it at your wedding?
  • Rolling Stones – Satisfaction
  • Kanye West – Gold Digger… I guess it gives some insight about the motivations for the wedding?
  • Dion & The Belmont – Runaround Sue…… ‘Cause infidelity is a cheery subject on your wedding day
  • Fountains of Wayne – Stacy’s Mom …. great song, but not really a romantic sentiment.
  • Creed – With Arms Wide Open… This one had me snickering.  Do people only play that for weddings that take place in a hurry?
  • Garth Brooks – the Dance….  Not that I’m a country fan anyway, but even if you like country this is just wrong for a wedding…
  • James Blunt – You’re Beautiful… anyone who plays this at a wedding has never actually listened to the lyrics closely or watched the video.
  • Luther Vandross – Dance with my Father…. Again, why introduce thoughts of death and grieving into a joyous occasion?

Sigh.  Nothing like a list of what other people like to make me realize we all have different tastes.

By the way, if you want to quickly pull up recordings of songs that you don’t own, without paying a bunch of $$ or downloading questionable software, YouTube is fantastic.  From a list of 250 songs, there were maybe three that I couldn’t find with a quick search for song title and performer.

Exercizin’ update

I have been deficient in posting at all, much less keeping up my committment to

to post my exercise habits so she’ll be inspired. 

has been doing a much better job.

A few weeks ago I thought I’d made some breakthrough – able to run for longer stretches of time (sometimes 5 whole minutes on end, ooh-la-la!) and taking on greater challenges as far as speed and incline on the treadmill.  And my workouts with the trainer were going great… then I hit not just a plateau, but a slump.  Starting having major fatigue at those levels of exercise, if I pushed through anyway I just cramped up.  So, backed off a bit, listened to my body, and just tried to maintain status quo.  Last night’s workout seemed to be getting me back on the right track; I was back to seeing noticable improvement on my previous days’ workouts.  Just gotta listen to the body, and someday maybe I’ll actually be able to run a non-embarrassing amount.  Have been good about consistent workouts, anyway… I have not had a week with fewer than 5 workouts since October or so.  Usual workouts are 30-45 minutes, either cardio or weights.  Weight sessions are two days a week, each a 30-minute session with my trainer. 

What’s cool about the city I live in, if you’re a tourist?

So if you’re in Houston (Galleria area) with kids and a limited budget, what would you go do?  In particular,

– If you had a few hours to spare?  In the daytime versus the late afternoon or evening?
– If you had all of Sunday free?
– If you had a free weekday morning before catching an afternoon plane out of IAH? Or a weekday morning free before afternoon social committments?

How about… if you’re in Houston and DON’T have kids, and have some free blocks of time in the aforementioned categories?

Google knows EVERYTHING.

Sitting here in my living room, looking up music videos on YouTube.  Because the DJ sent us a list of their 250 most popular songs and I have never heard of a bunch of them.  But, I quite like “She thinks my tractor’s sexy”, as well as a few of the others, so the search is turning out to be fun…

Then there starts this weird thunder-like noise outdoors. K says “I think it’s gonna rain” and the cat climbs to safety (in my lap). 

But the booming continues.  And gets more frequent.  After ten or fifteen minutes, I stick my head outside to see if I can tell what’s going on; the neighbor across the street has done the same, and we confirm we’re both equally ignorant.  By now the booming is near constant.

I don’t see anything and there’s not a lot of point in standing around sock-footed in my front yard.  I do enjoy that it’s comfortable to stand around in my socks outdoors in December; there’s a reason I live here… but I go on back inside.  A few minutes later, the booming doubles or trebles in intensity for a few minutes, then stops.  OK, then, fireworks.

Googling “fireworks december 28 houston” gave me the answer; it was apparently the celebration at the end of the first annual “Texas Bowl”.  OK, I can sleep now that I know that it’s not just someone bombing the Astrodome…

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