Monthly Archive: June 2006

Jun 12

Plea for music

In case anyone didn’t see the last post, I’m in dire need of these songs:

  • EltonJohn (esp. Don’t go breakin my heart… [with KiKi Di!!]) — I have some Elton John, but not that song
  • Leftover Salmon (Bend in the river).
  • Ac/Dc (you shook me all night long…)

to play at my brother’s wedding reception — anyone have them?

Thanks!

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Jun 07

Plea for help

Help!

My baby brother’s wedding is at the end of June and I’ve been asked to put together some CD’s (1) for playing when the band is on break. Having asked them what sorts of things they were looking for (quiet-backygroundy-won’t-compete-with-the-band // songs the band couldn’t/wouldn’t play (like, heaven forbid, the Macarena, though I didn’t put that idea in their head!) // dance stuff, etc.), Jo (Drew’s afianced) sent me a list of some songs they’d like to hear.

I have some of them, but I’m completely stuck on some others, namely:

  • EltonJohn (esp. Don’t go breakin my heart… [with KiKi Di!!]) — I have some Elton John, but not that song
  • Leftover Salmon (Bend in the river).
  • Ac/Dc (you shook me all night long…)

Plud, any bluegrass (“Old and in the Way” was mentioned)

Can anyone help me with any of these? If you could, I would be *most* appreciated! You Send It should work, I think…

(1) Yes, I asked if there was an AuxIn for iPoddy goodness. They don’t think they have one, so I’m going with safe rather than sorry and making actual CDs.

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Jun 06

Unexpected (positive?) side-efect of having a puppy…

Last night the lid of the lip goo container that I keep on my bedside table went missing. I looked around in the usual places this morning (under the part of the bed that I could see, under the nightstand etc.), but didn’t see it. Oh well. It will turn up.

India is not supposed to leave her “blankie” when she’s in the bedroom (other than to leave the bedroom, of course). After watching this hilarious video (thanks humblepie for the tip!) I take off my headphones to find that the blankie area is susiciously silent. A visual confirms: no puppy.

I call her and out she dashes from under the bed. She knows she’s in trouble (I think?) so she heads straight for “her room” (the guest bath). I follow her there, with the intent of shutting the gate for a little while. When I get there, she looks at me with a really weird grin on her face. At first I think it must be some variation on the “pant-pant-I’m-out-of-breath-face,” but a closer inspection reveals…

… a wee black lip goo lid in her wee black mouth.

I suppose I’ll count this as a “draw”…

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Jun 01

Memorial Day Fun

This past weekend Jeff & I escaped to Beaufort, NC, a place long-familiar to me, as I spent the summers of 1989 and 1990 there (the first summer I was taking classes at the Duke Marine Lab; the second I was a Residential Advisor for the Duke Talent Identification Program, a summer “edumacational” camp for really smart 7th-10th graders).

It was a most wonderful weekend (interspersed, of course, with moments of supreme anxiety — hey, I’m still me!). The anxiety was primarily due to the fact that mom was keeping India for the weekend — Mom’s first time puppy-sitting India, and India’s first overnight away from me. And, well, my first overnight away from her too. I had always kind of wondered at (and perhaps snickered a tiny bit at) the worries of my friends who were leaving their kids with sitters for the first time. I’d been a baby-sitter… I’d been a very competent baby-sitter. Babies just weren’t all that tricky (at least for a few hours)… why in heavens’ name were they getting so worked up about this?

Now I understand. The anxiety was not (for the most part) about the sitter’s ability to manage a kid for a few hours. The anxiety was about the wee one’s happiness! Would the little one be miserable, scared, confused?

I had no worries about Mom’s ability to handle a pup — she grew up with dogs and has a heckuva lot more experience than I do in that respect (she also raised me, and I turned out OK. Mostly). Plus I’d written a novelette about what noises India might make and what she was allowed to do and how much kibble she’d eat and how many times she would probably need the piddle pad. (This made most parents’: “Bedtime is at 8:30; help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge” instructions seem incredibly trusting).

No, I was worried about whether India would be OK — would she miss her little guest bath palace? Would she cry? (If I haven’t mentioned, she has THE MOST pitiful cry on the planet… it’s both ear pleasing and incredibly sad…1)

India, FWIW, was fine. Happy, even. Disappointed, perhaps, to leave the nice lady who spoiled her rotten.

So, Beaufort (pictures). We did all the things I was looking forward to — all my most favorites plus some new ones (it has been *quite* some time since I’ve been there — I think Caroline and I may have gone in 2000(?) to see The Nudes, a band [since disbanded] that I was once very fond of.)

We:

  • hit the Sanitary fish market on the way into town Saturday (quotient of hush puppies: filled)
  • went on a “sunset sail” on a catamaran Friday night & saw dolphins (quotient of boat and acrobatics 2: filled)
  • had an *amazing* breakfast at the Cedars Inn — mixed berry french toast & cheese grits & fresh fruit (quotient of calories: exceeded)
  • went to the beach (Fort Macon) (quotient of sun: WAY exceeded)
  • swam (me) (quotient of waves: filled) with dolphins less than 15 feet away (no quotient, thus a total and wonderful surprise)
  • went to El’s Drive-In for lunch (1950’s roadside food quotient: filled!)
  • took a driving tour of the marine lab (nostalgia quotient: filled)
  • napped (apprently quotient of sleep is still not filled)
  • shopped — cute little store on Front Street was having “buy one thing, get any other thing of lesser-or-equal-value” half off.  Most of the stock was Beaufort t-shirts, but they also had some Columbia travel/adventure wear, so Jeff got some pants-that-can-be-shorts and shirts-that-can’t-be-shorts-but-can-be-short-sleeved and I got some SPF 70(!!) sunscreen (“Black hole sun, won’t you come…”) — sadly it was too late to save the backs of my legs and shoulders or Jeff’s kneecaps. Anyway, (shopping-on-sale quotient: gleefully and productively filled!)
  • dined at Aqua, recommended by friends Allan & Inez — sooooooo gooooood. Highlights were lobster tempura with a key lime-garlic aoli and a creme brulee the size of your head. Menu claimed it “feeds 2-4”. We got that and a molten chocolate thing. Finished them both. Menu doesn’t know sugar fiend sun waves = Dessert Destroyer!!! (quotient of calories: I should have stopped counting at this point…)
  • Had vanilla pancakes and cheese grits for brekkies (cheese grit quotient: filled. Didn’t know that was possible!)
  • Borrowed the inn’s bikes and road around downtown Beaufort (exercise quotient:… oh, who am I kidding?)
  • Lunched at El’s (cheeseburger quotient: filled! [I had grilled cheese on Sunday])
  • Dairy Queened on the way home (happy quotient: filled to brimming).

The only crushing bit of the weekend was when Mom brought India back3. I’ll be darned if my little baby girl didn’t cry when “Granny” left!! Was there any “OMG! I am so glad to see YOU, Mommy!!!”? Not so much really. Sigh.

1 You know how some people cry more attractively than others? They don’t blotch up and snot and squint and sound like wailing banshees? India has a cute cry. I don’t.
2 The cat we were on was a 40-ft. model with two nets up front bridging the gaps between the hulls and the center-line support (warning, link plays an annoying faux-reggae file). Of course I spent the entire time up in the net — best place for bouncy waves and best view! Towards the end of the cruise I discovered that if you stand up on the beam that holds the “front end” of the nets (bow end, for those that are nautically inclined), you can somersault and land on your back in the net. That was way fun. Apparently entertaining for everyone else on the boat too. While walking along Front Street the next night, I was i.d.’d by a passing couple as “the flipping girl.”
3 We brought Mom a little thank-you present for taking care of India… a plaque that says “Now let me get this straight… my grandchild is a DOG?!??!?!”

Oh, if you want to skip the blahblah, here’s the picture-book version.

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