29 April 2008

I is for Incredibly Cute

I know, I know. The whole letters thing is getting tiresome. But I really can't stop now, can I? I mean, how big of a loser would I be if I just stopped at "H"? And it's kind of helpful to me to just think of some word that starts with the letter of the post and go from there. Who knows where these letters can take you? Am I right ladies?

Aaaaaanyhoo. Boog got a little robe for his birthday and asked to wear it after his bath last week. Once I got it all situated on him, I remarked at how dashing he looked in his big boy robe. He said, "Picture?" But of course, my sweet boy!



Every night since then, after his bath, he has requested His Robe, and subsequently announces his approval of a photo op. I comply.


On a completely different note - after watching Jason Castro perform "Forever in Blue Jeans" tonight on American Idol, I was reminded of my gross misinterpretation in the past of the lyrics of the song:

Money talks
But it don't sing and dance
And it don't walk
And long as I can have you
Here with me, I'd much rather be
Reverend Blue Jeans

Do you have any amusing misheard lyrics you'd like to share?

23 April 2008

H is for what the H-E-double hockey sticks?!?!?!

I cannot BELIEVE that Carly is out. I guess I can't really complain since I never pay for a call to vote on anyone, but OMG I am so bummed.

What a travesty! THE HORROR! THE HORROR!

Hey wait! H is for the Horror!

20 April 2008

G is for Greatness

"What we do, Miss Ventura, does not define who we are. What defines us is how well we rise after falling."

Who knew that I would find a deep moment while watching Maid in Manhattan?

This week will mark six months since I filed for divorce from my soon-to-be ex-husband Rob. I really wish that I could put this chapter to rest, but the courts and the attorneys that navigate through them seem in no hurry whatsoever.

I feel like I have worked hard to rise above after my fall. The reason for our split is something I'd rather not publicize in this forum, and it's something that was not within my control. But since our split, I have risen above. I found a life that provides a happy world for my little Boog, and a happy and secure place for me to raise him.

A wise woman told me recently that in order to be a great parent, you have to take care of yourself first. She used the analogy of being in an airplane that is losing air pressure: Put your own oxygen mask on first before placing one on your child. So I am making it a priority to take care of myself. And I am trying to wade through this divorce process with as much grace as I can muster.

I think I'm doing pretty darn good!

That Bob Hoskins is so profound.

11 April 2008

F is for Funny

Today, my co-worker and I ran a bunch of errands for the Boss and bonded a bit over some shared laughs. Here's one topic that had us giggling. Remember all of those radio spots? Thank you, Internet, for always being there when I need to find something!

07 April 2008

E is for Me! Eva!

A self-indulgent post if there ever was one...

A list of six of my favorite material things:

1. My Nikon D40 - I love every camera I've ever had, but this one takes the cake. I have always, always wanted a camera that allows me to feel much more involved in the process and now I have one!

2. My television - I know that it is hip and cool to say that you don't watch or even own a tv, but I have one and I love watching it. I disagree with the term "idiot box" - I would rather call it a "turn off my brain after a busy and draining day box".

3. My 2000 VW Golf - I spent five months researching cars before buying this one. It is perfect for my life, in every way. I got a four-door with the plan of someday having a child that I would have to load and unload from the back seat. I highly recommend VWs. In closing, one word: fahrvergn├╝gen.

4. My iPod - hello? Of course I love my iPod! Who doesn't love their iPod? It's a wonderful piece of technology. Who would have thought that in our lifetime, we would be able to throw our entire collection of music in our pocket and head out the door into the world? Amazing.

5. My Rolex - this watch used to belong to my grandmother before she passed away. My mom gave it to me about three years ago. I wear it every day, except for the year following Boog's birth, because I was afraid it would scratch his little head when I put him down for naps and stuff.

6. My keepsakes box - my favorite of Boog's baby clothes, photo albums, birthday cards, you name it. I love opening the box (it is quite large) and taking a stroll down memory lane. I can't believe how TINY my boog used to be!

05 April 2008

D is for ... uhhh ... no idea.

Work has sapped my brain of every creative thought. I struggled last night to come up with something good to write about, but drew a blank. Oh well. I'm off to spend the night at my college roomie's enormous estate tonight, so here's a meme I stole from several blogs from Sari's circle of friends:

Instructions:
1. Open your music library (iTunes, winamp, media player, iPod, whatever)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question below, type the song that’s playing
5. New question — press the next button
6. Don’t lie and try to pretend you’re cool

Here we go:

* Opening credits: “Linger” by The Cranberries - Ah, the story of my past romantic relationships.
* Waking up: "The Sun" by Maroon 5 - It's always good to start the day with Adam's voice in your ears.
* First day at school: "Path of Thorns" by Sarah McLachlan - Nice job, iTunes shuffle!
* Falling in love: “Men in Black” by Will Smith - Actually, this is appropriate! The greatest loves of my life began with many, many laughs. And one of my favorite quotes is from this movie.
* Breaking up: “Machinehead” by Bush - A manic song with crazy lyrics ~ very apropos.
* Prom: "Here We Go" by N*Sync - Bubblegum pop full of fun goofy melody.
* Life’s okay: "Are You Happy Now" by Michelle Branch - Finding yourself and inner strength, perhaps?
* Mental breakdown: "Cygnus X-1" by Rush - One of their more "progressive" pieces, by far.
* Driving: "Top of the World" by Patty Griffin - I LOVE singing along to Patty when I'm alone in the car. This one's a bit slow, but good choice, Ms. Shuffle.
* Flashback: "Give it Up" by Sade - I used to listen to this album (Stronger Than Pride) while delivering pizza in Lake Tahoe back in 1995. Such a fond memory. [Mental note to self: Blog about time in Lake Tahoe]
* Getting back together: "Lovely Day" by Bill Withers - Full of love and promise.
* Wedding: "Trees" by Rush - Rob and I totally bonded over our mutual love of Rush while we were getting to know each other. In a way, the lyrics can (in a long-shot way) fit into our what our marriage was, including and its troubles and our personalities.
* Birth of child: "Say That You Love Me" by The Cardigans - Desperate for a perfect relationship; I had unrealistic expectations of motherhood, I guess this works in a way.
* Final battle: "Shadowlands" by Big Head Todd and the Monsters - A little too deep for me on a Saturday afternoon. I'm not a fighter anyways.
* Death scene: "Happy Now?" by No Doubt - Kind of in-your-face anger. I hope my life doesn't end with that sort of open hostility.
* End credits: "Like I Love You" by Justin Timberlake - Right on! If you know me, you know about me and JT. As Justin says towards the end, "Now everybody dance."

Hey, that was fun! Hope everyone's weekend is going great.

03 April 2008

C is for Cookie

Why would C be anything else but?

I have a weakness for cookies. My favorite by far is chocolate chip. For as long as I remember, I've made Nestle Toll-House cookies from scratch. Over the years, I have perfected the art of baking them and am quite pleased with my craft.

The secret is in the preparation technique, not the ingredients, although that does make a difference as well. First of all, you must NEVER melt the butter. It must only be softened. And it has to be butter, not margarine. Very important. Second, you must mix BY HAND, not with a mixer or Cuisinart or whatever else you have in your arsenal. This overmixes it and makes it too creamy. You want the dough to have some texture. Always stop stirring the dough just before you think it's enough. Third, FOLLOW THE RECIPE. For you cooks out there who are at one with the "creative process" of cooking, hold back the urge to estimate the measurements, or God forbid, get all creative and throw foreign ingredients into the mix.

The final step before actually baking them is to put the dough in the fridge for at least 15 minutes (or the freezer if you wish). This keeps the dough from melting and spreading flat on the cookie sheet too quickly, making icky crispy edges to the cookies. Instead, they slowly bake and spread gently outward, and remain quite chewy after they've cooled. Yum.

Keep an eye on them when they're in the oven. Take them out just before they get any darker than a golden brown - they actually bake a bit more on their own after you've taken them out of the oven. And it is a cardinal sin to wait until they cool before having one. The melted chocolate is such a treat, and the smell of a freshly baked cookie under your nose is pure heaven. Be sure to stock up on some cold milk to wash down your perfect chocolate chip cookies.

And pull a stool up to the counter when you get started with the whole process - your little toddler will want to help mix and dip his pudgy fingers into the batter. And they will want to eat a lot of them. And they will get a tummy ache. And they will begin their lifelong love of baking if you're lucky.

Oh, and yes, a cookie is a Sometimes Food. ;)

This post was brought to you by the letter C.

02 April 2008

B is for Boog

My baby boy is no longer a baby. He is a little boy! A walking, talking, obstinate and affectionate bundle of spunk. Here's a short anecdote about my little Boog:

My brother and his girlfriend gave us an early Boog birthday present recently ~ a bike seat for Boog that attached to the back of my bike. I took him to Target and let him pick out his own helmet. Being a red-blooded boy with exposure to PBS and its enticing train propaganda shows, he made a beeline for the bright blue "Thomas and Friends" logo. How he spotted it amongst the glaring images of Dora and Diego I will never know. I pulled it off the rack and handed it to him. It was packaged with a set of elbow and knee pads as well, all snug in the thick, thick government plastic we have all come to know and hate. He exclaimed his joy with a squeal and a very concise remark: "Hat!" I was able to put it on his head to check the fit, along with the rest of the package attached, elbow pads and all. He giggled and indicated that he wished to wear it for a while. So he rode around in the shopping cart with a huge package of plastic-enclosed helmet and pads with a big toothy grin on his face. How cute can he possibly get?

The next evening, we went on a bike ride with my brother and his girlfriend. He ooh'd and ahh'd the whole time he was in motion. It was a happy, happy evening.

My Baby Boy Boog wearing his Bike helmet:



This post is brought to you by the letter B.

01 April 2008

A is for April

Okay, so check it out, check it out:

[that's me doing a Randy Jackson impersonation - - how did I do?]

For the zero of you who actually have been reading this for a year or more, you will recall that I joined a gym last year. I bought some sessions with a trainer, I psyched myself up for the long road to fitness and skinny jeans, and I was Excited. With a capital E. I was ready. I was tired of being a Fatty Fatterson and longed for the day when my body was in shape for cute dresses and high heels and sleeveless tops.

Fast forward to April 1, 2008. Behold! The new skinny Eva! NOT. That gym membership? Waste of money, basically. At least I wasn't hooked into a contract or some such nonsense. No, I tried to go, I did. I would get all dressed, and charge up the ole iPod, creating an upbeat playlist for hoppin' to on the treadmill. I would scoop up Mr. Boog and drive over there, drop Mr. Boog in the Kids Club playroom to be supervised while I entered the House of Fat-Burning Cardio, or began a session with my trainer, Troy. [Oh, by the way, a shout out to troyboy, who keeps BUGGING ME about my lack of posting]

Anyhoo. Five minutes into each and every visit to the gym, this is what happened: Along comes one of the girls who watches the kids, walking up to me with a sheepish look on her face. "Eva? I'm sorry to bother you, but Boog hasn't stopped crying since you left. We've tried to distract him, but he is inconsolable. You're going to have to come back and get him."

Poor separation anxiety Boog. I go to him and his face is soaked with tears and he sees me and just falls apart, arms outstretched. So we go home and agree to try again another time. And so we try again, and we go home after five minutes AGAIN, etc., etc., ad nauseam. So I gave up. I KNOW! Sad, right? So I canceled the membership and we took the jogger stroller route in the mornings. Half the time, Boog would whine or cry during most of the walk. Christ Almighty, could getting in shape BE any more difficult?

Last week, I mentioned to my boss that I was looking into some yoga classes. I also mentioned, on a different day, how much I love her clothes and how all of my clothes suck and I want new clothes and I wish I could burn all of my clothes. She says, "Okay, let's go shopping then! I'll take you shopping." This is how awesome my boss is. I said that would be so great! But I want to look good in new clothes, so I'll politely decline, but thank you. So the next day, when I told her about my idea of yoga or something to do just for me, she says, "I've been thinking about you and I'm afraid I would offend you, but I wanted to get you some sessions with a trainer if you're interested." Hells yeah, I am! So I found a gym a block from work, joined up, got me a trainer, and I work out on my lunch hour. No Boog complications necessary.

Problem solved.

So here is to April. And to Awesome Abs! And Astonishing Arms! And Arduous workouts! And the most problematic of A's: Eva's Ass.

Oh, and by the way, my trainer's name is Audrey.

This post was brought to you by the letter A.