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One night while tucking Abby into bed she sweetly chimed, "good night! Sleep tight! Don't let the bed bites bug you!" I like her thinking. Sometimes life bites. The trick is to not let it bug you.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Santa Slips Up

First, I had a stash in my closet that I thought was hidden well enough, but "Buzz"
Lightyear is Andrew's drug of choice, and he can sniff one out like a trained airport canine. (see a small portion of his stash, above.) I came out of the shower Sunday to find him fixated on the remote Buzz on a motorcycle toy, retinas twitching. "Mom, WHAT'S THIS??" I immediately stammered into damage control... "uh, uh, Dad got that for a little boy that... for a sub for santa thingy.... for TOYS FOR TOTS." After a lengthy explanation, Andrew seemed satisfied, and I distracted him with something in the kitchen while I hid it again. Soon he came back asking to see it again. I, the big sabbath-day liar (lightning bolts abounding) told him that Daddy had slipped in a few minutes ago to take it to be donated. "Didn't you see him?" (eyes rolling) Andrew comes back with his typical "aaaawwwwww!" response.
Then Monday, I went to pick the kids up from school after doing a little shopping, completely forgetting that I had left a Barbie razor scooter in plain view in the back seat. Abby hops in and immediately asks "what's this?" (!!Not again!! I am thinking. Hear Napoleon Dynamite saying "you eeediot!") So what do I do, but pull out the Toys for Tots explanation again. Abby assures me that some little girl will love it, that most girls love Barbies (and if they are anything like Abby, their lives revolve around them...). "Do you think you would like something like that scooter?" I slyly ask. "Not this year" she replies. (face in hands) Well, at least I found out before Christmas morning.
And yet, it is still only November. I'd better do two things:
1, find a more secure gift buying/hiding system, and
2, do right by the universe and make a big donation to Toys for Tots this year!

Monday, November 27, 2006

Anyone who can name the location in this photo will win a batch of cookies of their choice, baked by yours truly.

Oh yeah- and watch this.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

From the December 2006 Sandy Journal:
Sandy City ranks in the top thirty
By Deborah De Vos

Sandy City has been named the 26th safest city in the United States by Morgan Quitno Press, a private research and publishing company based in Kansas.
“Out of 371 cities, we ranked in the top 30,” said Mayor Tom Dolan. “In the 13 years they’ve (Morgan Quitno Press) done this, we’ve always been in the top 50 and we’re moving closer every year to the top 10.”
Based on information provided by cities of 75,000-plus populations reported to and compiled by the FBI, the Morgan Quitno Press annually publishes the rankings in a book.
The FBI collects the previous year’s crime statistics from the police departments in six basic crime categories: murder, aggravated assault, rape, motor vehicle theft, burglary and robbery, releasing the findings in June.
Mission Viejo ranks 4th and Lake Forest 9th in their classification. Of cities 100,00-499,000 in population, Glendale ranks 9th and Provo 10th, interestingly. Check out the results at the Morgan Quitno website.

Mom, I want you to know (in light of our recent conversation) that the timing of finding this article was purely coincidental. :-)

Friday, November 24, 2006

The Dr. Pepper Sweet Potatoes were a hit, despite the fact that I made them with canned yams and garnished with mini marshmallows. We do it up high class around these parts.
Today we had the cousins 'round for a birthday paintball party. Scott has a welt the size of a silver dollar on his inner thigh- note orange blotch pictured below. Wesley came away with a minor bruise on the chest. We like our birthday events to have an impact on people.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

On A Lighter Note...

Woo-hoo! I found the recipe for Dr. Pepper Yams, thanks to Yahoo Answers and

4 med. sweet potatoes
1 c. Dr. Pepper
3/4 c. sugar
1/4 c. butter
1/2 tsp. salt

Parboil potatoes in peelings for 10 minutes. Place in cold water; peel, slice crosswise into casserole. Combine Dr. Pepper, sugar, butter, salt, bring to boil, cook 10 minutes. Pour syrup over potatoes and bake at 375 degrees about 45 minutes, basting several times .

Doug Wright extolled the yumminess of this recipe on his KSL radio show this morning, but I never heard him give it over the air. After hunting and googling, I finally asked in Yahoo Answers and received an answer within 1 minute. Yiha! We will be dining with the Rasmussen clan tomorrow, and Rhett being the DP connoisseur that he is, I thought this recipe would be a big hit. Let's hope it turns out!

I also wanted to congratulate myself on the 10th anniversary of my motherhood. Yes, my wee boy turned 10 yesterday. Intellectually, it is hard to believe that much time has passed. Physically, it feels like 20 years have come and gone. (Heh heh) Bless his heart, my boy is a good kid. Here he is proudly displaying his heritage on Halloween.

Above is the back of the shirt. Uncle Kenneth brought it to my attention that the lion is facing the wrong way. Many apologies if you are offended, but the shirt is cool and it has been/will be worn again. So will the kilt. He boldly wore it to school declaring "I have the confidence to do this." Only one ignorant girl from the 6th grade made a dumb comment, to which he responded by making her read the back of his shirt and heading on his way. Way to go, young Braveheart!

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

I half-hesitate to post on this subject, but it is really weighing on my mind. Then again, it has been so long since I posted anything, I might as well take advantage of my behoovement to blog at all.
Michael Richards. *sigh.* What is UP? I was so disappointed when I saw the footage of his Laugh Factory flip-out. I have never understood how anyone, black, white or otherwise, could so easily bust out the "N" word. I mean, the word just never even enters my consciousness unless someone else says it; it is hard for me to believe that it could be so close to the tips of peoples' tongues that they might find themselves speaking it aloud.
If you are one of the 2 people who have ever read my blog, you know me pretty well. You know that considering my background, where I grew up and attended school, etc., I was not raised to be a racist. I hate to sound cliche, but "my best friend is black!" I flew up to Tacoma to hang out with her and her family for our birthdays two weeks ago, and she and I were just talking about how fortunate we were to be surrounded by such extreme diversity during our upbringing and education. I hate to admit it, but I felt like I needed to state this caveat before I proceed to the next part of my post.
There is an element of racism that is sorely unrepresented: reverse-racism. It is the double standard of racism. White people are afraid to talk about it for fear of appearing racist. CNN is reporting that prior to Richards' rant, the "heckler" was pulling out all the stops with the anti-white epithets. Now, while this was no excuse, why has this element of the story failed to enter most reports? Because it doesn't matter? Because black-on-white racism isn't really racism?
I would contend that racism in America will never be truly eradicated until we can actually discuss this part of racism openly. No eggshells.
Granted, Richards was the one with the microphone. He obviously had a greater responsibility when it came to the noise pollution in the room. But did a bouncer attempt to remove the offending heckler for his remarks, prior to the escalation brought on by Richards? Evidently not. Richards, on the other hand, was forced to leave the stage by an audience that grew increasingly hostile toward his conduct. Had the roles been reversed, how long would Richards have sat in the heckler's seat, throwing around "that offensive word" before a couple of heavies lifted him by the elbows and showed him to the door? Not long, I wager.
Having experienced reverse-racism many times first-hand, I know intimately the dilemma. Do you stand up for yourself, or do you keep your mouth shut, reassuring yourself that since your ancestors contributed to hundreds of years of oppression, you are due a few lashings? What do you do when the racism is underlying, even passive aggressive? I once stood in line outside a Hollywood dance club with about four of my black girlfriends. The black bouncer came up to us and motioned to my friends to head on inside. He then stopped me and without ever making eye-contact announced, "we have enough of your kind inside, but since you're with some sisters, I'll let you in." I was floored! I know this kind of stuff goes on all the time, but at that time in my life I was under the delusion that our culture had made a wee bit more progress. The significance of this experience to me wasn't that the bouncer was trying to keep some kind of racial balance or whatever inside the club, but that he felt the need to point out to me that having black friends was my only redeeming quality that night.

Growing up during the post-civil rights busing era of the 70's and 80's was a blessing, and put me in the position of having many special teachers, mentors and friends from other racial backgrounds. The unfortunate dark side of that period (that I experienced pretty regularly) were racially-motivated threats, snubs, bullyings and put-downs. Much of these, I grant, were simply stupid schoolyard indignities. I now view my experiences differently than I did then, hopefully with more maturity and experience, but it occurs to me that while we celebrated Black History Month and Dr. King's birthday long before they were recognized nationally, there perhaps could have been more reinforcement of "let's get over the hatred on both sides, folks."

As for Michael Richards, it seems that people are finding it easier to just call him a racist than to explore the issue. We'll never know if his tirade was indeed triggered by racist remarks directed at him, or if he is simply a plain, old-fashioned racist himself. I am just so disgusted with the way he handled what happened to him. Disgusted and disappointed. There is just no excuse.
I now live in a place where I am not often confronted with this issue. So why do I expend so much energy thinking about it? Probably because I have tried to raise kids that would appreciate diversity and multi-culturalism. Probably because I can see that they are indeed colorblind, and that they haven't yet had any experiences to negatively influence their views of those different from them. And, I'm sorry to say, I am almost relieved that in their current environs they don't have to deal with the reality of it all. How disappointing.
I hope I don't regret this post in the morning.