Friday, October 30, 2009

her name is rio

so, the radio station i work for now is one of the best places i've ever worked. i've had some great times at other stations: KNAC was just a thrill, even if i was intimidated by it all about 98% of the time. 92X in denver had a staff camaraderie and an energy that was really great; we used to have music meetings once a week where we'd all bring munchies, because you never know when you might get a craving for munchies, and then we'd sit back and listen to all the new music that was coming out. we'd snowboard together and our PD bryan schock's family would have the whole staff over for dinner parties. fun. and 91X - well, it was ridiculously good for a long time. cantore, trev, muckley, robin, malcolm and i got into some serious trouble together, in the best way. i spent way too many nights on muck and trev's pleather couch. we watched the blair witch project in the conference room one night, a bootleg copy, one we got before anyone really knew it was fake - i made muckley follow me home that night and make sure i made it into my apartment alive. the friendships we made there and then are strong to this day. it was awesome.

but fm 94.9? i don't think i could dream up a more perfect work situation for myself if i tried. from my very first meeting with garett, i knew in my gut that this was going to be a good place to work. for one, management actually treats people with respect. nutty, right? people genuinely LIKE to work here - morale is good. people are happy and care about the company. people listen to each other's ideas - even mine! crazy. here, it feels like everyone wants to see everyone else succeed. it's peaceful. i like that.

one of the more fun station traditions that i've become a part of is the FM 94.9 "house band" that opens the annual anniversary bashes. our afternoon guy/MD, halloran, spearheads the project each year: he picks the songs, organizes the practices, and rounds up random rockstars to join us onstage for vocal duties. and he can play a mean bass. and our airstaff has some serious talent: between swami and anya alone, we end up sounding pretty good. last year, i had only been on the staff for a few months when the 6th anniversary bash rolled around and i was SO nervous to get onstage. i was playing keyboards, playing the roland juno 2 my dad bought me when i was, oh, 14? the one i wanted because duran duran's nick rhodes played a roland? that one. i was scared, but then we hit the stage, and i could not stop laughing and smiling:


it was a flippin' BLAST. after so many years of being in the crowd watching my husband on stage, i finally got it - rocking is awesome! rocking. hee. anyhow, i loved it. the 7th anniversary bash is next saturday night and i'm getting all nervous just thinking about it, but i can't wait. we've been busy:




between matt from transfer, the incredible ron fountenberry, steve of the styletones and now the just-confirmed bona fide rock star who'll join us for vocals on "i wanna be your dog"... our guest vocalists have some serious chops. jake najor on drums? check. brian karscig stopping by? check. O on guitar? check and check. we've got a couple more practices to go, but i think it's going to be another night to remember. the FM 94.9 house band: just one more reason why i love my job.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

particular molly

you know those people in your life who, even though you may not get to see them very often, you just adore them? and it's hard, because i'd love to hang out more and get to know them better and, like, totally be BFFs, but there's this thing called life and sometimes it just gets in the way. so, i adore from afar and just get giddy like a schoolgirl when i actually do get to see these people; molly is one of these people to me. you'd love her too, because she's kind and funny and smart and definitely a girls' girl. we met when she interned at one of my old stations, 91X, and i thought she was awesome from day one. now she's all grown up and living in london and she started a blog, and that's my whole point: my pal molly has a new blog and it is really cool, especially for those of you with food allergies. check it out: the particular kitchen.




i don't have food allergies that i know of, but i love to cook and, more than that, i love to eat good food. i try to limit meat and i try to eat healthy and wow, molly is full of great ideas. molls! well done!

Friday, October 23, 2009

vaccines, a quarantine, & how i ended up on "this american life"

ahh, vaccines! with the H1N1 threat looming (knock on wood), talk of vaccines is just about everywhere. and the topic, well, it's loaded like the diaper on a kid with stomach flu: it's fully loaded. it's messy. not fun. there are heartbreaking stories on both sides. even in our family, having had to quarantine f for three weeks when she turned one, having seen one of her buddies hospitalized with a fever of 106, losing hair and weight and being really, really sick because some other family decided not to vaccinate their kids, it's still a loaded subject. but as soon as san diego gets that H1N1 vaccine? sign us up - bring it on. we're all over that action.

during f's first year of life, we came to the conclusion that vaccinating for us is, among other things, a big leap of faith. we trust and like our doctors, we did a lot of research on our own, and we weighed the pros and cons over and over and OVER again, and then we thoughtfully and carefully went for it. we chose to stagger her vaccine schedule; we were grateful that her pediatricians were supportive of that choice. we loaded f up on probiotics and vitamins and did the best we could to vaccinate in a way that felt safe and smart to us. so four days after she turned one, even though i had yet to make her one year appointment - i was trying to finish "the vaccine book" before we went - all felt normal as we walked into her room at her daycare.

as i was trying to sign her in, one of her teachers asked, "has f had her MMR shot yet?" the MMR is the measles, mumps, rubella shot that kids generally don't get until their one year appointment. "no," i told her, continuing to sign us in. "ummmm... you need to go to the office then." might? i tried to set f down in the room with the other kids. "no, you need to take her with you." my mind started racing as i tried to make sense of what she was telling me, but really, i was just super annoyed. hello, i'm in a hurry here? i have to be at work at ten? sheesh. so f and i walked to the front office and found parents, kids, people looking distraught, and a woman with a clipboard who i didn't recognize. "what's going on?" i asked her. "has your child had the MMR shot yet?" ok, WTF, people? "no!" i said. "she just turned one and i haven't made her appointment yet." she looked at her clipboard and looked back at me: "a child at this school has been hospitalized with a confirmed case of measles, your child was exposed, and because she has not been vaccinated, she needs to be quarantined for the next 21 days." my first reaction surprised me, because instead of just freaking out, i laughed out loud and asked her if she could babysit. because dude! i have to be at work in an hour, and what are you telling me? quarantine? huh? and for THREE WEEKS? you've got to be kidding me. "so, if i take her to the doctor and she gets the shot today, can she come back tomorrow?" i asked. "no, no, no, that's not how it works. she is NOT TO LEAVE YOUR PROPERTY for THREE WEEKS. TWENTY ONE DAYS." the woman, it turns out, was from the state health department, and she meant business. she took our names and phone numbers and gave us a photocopied piece of paper with "the symptoms of measles" printed on it, and shooed us out the door. i went from laughing to freaking out pretty quickly.

over the course of the next few days we were able to piece together the reason for the exposure, and it became more and more infuriating as the story unfolded. a family from san diego who chose not to vaccinate their children went on vacation to switzerland, where measles is apparently more common than it is in the US. their seven year old boy contracted measles while there and brought it home with him. because it presents like a bad cold, he went all over the place, exposing people unknowingly. his parents finally took him to the doctor, and a handful of kids who were just in the same waiting room on the same day all got measles from him. then they exposed a ton of kids, again, their parents not realizing what it was until the exposures had already happened, and finally, a ten month old boy at f's school got it, and he kept coming in with what his parents assumed was just a bad cold, thus exposing every child there. the way the woman from the health dept. described it, "it's the most infectious disease known to modern man." the virus can live for two hours in the air and on surfaces. so if a child sneezes and you walk through that spot TWO HOURS LATER and you've never had the vaccine: good luck. good times!



(the only news footage of the SD outbreak i could find on youtube)

that first day, j was able to come home from work and stay with f while i went in to my work. that night, we (freaked out/yelled/panicked) created a plan with both of our (very understanding) bosses: j would work 6am-noon, come home, we'd high-five and hand off the beeb, then i'd go in, be live 1-3pm and while i was on the air, i'd pre-record the following morning's 10am-1pm show. i'd get home around 3:30 and j would then work a few more hours. so, that's what we did for the next three weeks. meanwhile, f was not supposed to leave the house. she was one. we lived in a three story condo with no yard. it sucked.

well, let me back up a bit. it was hard, yes, and frustrating, yes, but once the scare that she was going to get measles passed (after a week, we knew we were in the clear based on her exposure date, but she still had to stay in quarantine for 21 total days) we just hunkered down and made the best of it. we made a BIG deal about the different levels of our house: f, let's go UPSTAIRS!! whee! UP-STAIRS! it will be awesome. and now, hmm, i don't know, should we go DOWNSTAIRS? YES! LET'S GET CRAZY! hey, at one year old? it helped. we got out all of her clothes and let her play with our clothes and books - oh, the books! we read so many books. and TV, well, thank GOD for television. TV? i love you. it was then that our high-mindedness about kids and TV watching just about went out the window. it wasn't TV, it was SANITY. about ten days into it, she got a little pimple on her back, which we lovingly referred to as her "measle". we did covert runs to the starbucks drive-through - they didn't count, we told ourselves! she wasn't even out of the car! the state health department called us about every other day; at first, it was to ask about symptoms, but once she was in the clear, it was all big-brothery, making sure we hadn't left the house. once, we blew bubbles in our back driveway, but then i felt guilty and weird, so we went back inside. state health department: 1. us: 0.

but while we were bemoaning our fate (stuck - mostly - indoors with a one year old for three weeks! oh, the horror!), f's little 10 month old pal c was seriously suffering. we heard he had been exposed by the 7 year old who'd gone to switzerland because c had been in the same pediatrician's office the same day as the sick 7 year old. and c wasn't even close to getting his one year MMR shot - his parents hadn't even had the luxury to choose whether or not to vaccinate him yet, poor babe. he was hospitalized with a fever of 106 - he lost weight and hair. when he finally came back to their school about a month later, he just looked lethargic. it broke my heart but hey - he survived. thank god. seeing c be so close to not surviving - it just made me that much more angry at the family that chose not to vaccinate.

here's the thing: i still fully believe that every family has the right to choose whether or not they want to vaccinate their kids. i also believe that along with choosing not to vaccinate comes HUGE responsibilities to the greater community that should go hand in hand with serious lifestyle adjustments. you don't vaccinate? fine. home school, then! and don't take your kids to countries where the likelihood of them getting sick is high, and then bring them around and traipse them around in public when they start showing symptoms of illness! in other words, USE COMMON SENSE. just because you make that choice for your family doesn't mean it's ok to then let that choice endanger everyone else. and it's not only physically, but financially as well; we were lucky that our bosses helped us make it work. what about families who had to take those three weeks off? is the unvaccinated family going to reimburse them?

ok, /rant. c survived and is now thriving, our family stayed (mostly) sane, no one that i know of was permanently harmed by the san diego measles outbreak. i blogged about it on the station i was on at the time's website, calling it "the quarantine chronicles" and wouldn't you know, i ended up being on "the news hour with jim lehrer" on PBS TV, in the L.A. times, and even on "this american life" (you can check it out here). crazy. one night, the local news showed up AT OUR DOORSTEP to talk about it. um, hi? you got our address how? it was a little ridiculous and i was glad when it all blew over. it was an intense experience that forced us to think about vaccines more than we ever had hoped to, but i came out of it feeling far more confident about the choices our family makes, at least where vaccines are concerned. we are getting the H1N1 vaccine as soon as we can, and i can only hope that parents with sick kids will just please keep them home from school and daycare, this and every flu season. swine flu! god help us all. my name is hilary, and i vaccinate my kid.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

dropping some science

forgive me if i am the last to see these, but i just saw both of these videos online for the first time today, and they are slaying me with their greatness. the first is a video of philip spooner, an 86 year old WW2 veteran speaking to the maine judiciary committee about gay marriage. "what do you think I fought for in omaha beach?" LOVE YOU, mr. spooner.



and for some comic relief, witness david of southwest airlines:



just one more reason why i love southwest. david! so rad.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

um?

in the past week, f has gone from all-around snuggly sweet lovebug to unleashing her inner mini-tyrant at school. friday she apparently was telling her friends that they weren't her friends anymore (something i suspect she picked up from another girl in the class whose mom told me two weeks ago her daughter had been saying it, and i was like, "no way! how awful!"). yesterday her lead teacher reported that she ripped a page out of a big picture book, was grabbing things out of her friends' hands, and putting things in her mouth. you know, things. like someone else's BAND-AID! those kinds of things.

per her teacher's suggestion, last night we did some role-playing at dinner, and i was just thanking god there was no one else around to witness it. the exaggerated voices! the wide eyes and big expressions! we practiced asking our friends for things instead of yanking things out of their hands. me: "DAD! can i play with your keys PLEASE?" and j: "NO, i'm not done playing with them yet!" and because f wanted to be the teacher, then i'd turn to her and say "MISS F, dad isn't ready to SHARE. can you help us TAKE TURNS?" and she'd animatedly instruct j to share the keys with me... and then we'd do it again. it was kinda awesome.

so, internets... any advice? she's in good health, sleeping well, no major life disruptions lately or anything that would throw her off. i'm perplexed. is it just being an almost three year old? it's starting to stress me out, and all of this stress just makes me want to go eat a band-aid.

Friday, October 16, 2009

saving the beauties

my friend janet just finished her last radiation treatment a week ago today, after in the past year enduring a double mastectomy and chemotherapy and radiation that left her with 3rd degree burns. beautiful, funny, positive janet, who put together a team to walk together in the susan g komen 5k coming up on november 1st - team "save the beauties". my friends mandi and summer and ann are all walking too, and it's going to be a great morning. the last time i walked in the breast cancer 5k was when i was about seven months pregnant with f. i can't wait to celebrate with janet because that's what it's going to be - a celebration. dude! she kicked cancer's ass.

this morning, janet and i had a little email exchange about the team shirts she's having printed up for us. every team member can put an "in memory of" or an "in celebration of" on the shirt if they want, so i told janet i'd like mine to be "in memory of GG," my grandma who passed away last december at the ripe old age of 100. she had a double mastectomy in the early 80's and she was a warrior. it is precious to me that f got to spend some time with GG before she passed away.



f and GG got to spend some more time together when we went back up north to celebrate GG's 100th. getting a free ride on GG's walker: priceless.


janet let me know that we'd put "in celebration of GG" on my shirt, rather than "in memory of," because GG didn't die from breast cancer. nope, she didn't - she lived almost another 30 years after her surgery. someday i'll write more about GG and her awe-inspiring life. i've just been thinking about her today. celebrating her, my geege.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

under neat that. literally.

always

my sister, who doesn't email much (she has 3 kids, enough said) let alone forward me anything, just forwarded this to me. apparently i am the last person on earth to see this, but still, i think i love wendi aarons of austin, texas.

"This is an actual letter from an Austin woman sent to American company Proctor and Gamble regarding their feminine products. She really gets rolling after the first paragraph. It's PC Magazine's 2007 editors' choice for best web mail-award-winning letter.

Dear Mr. Thatcher,

I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the Leak Guard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.

Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.' Isn't the human body amazing?

As Brand Manager in the Feminine Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women.

The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'

Are you f------ing kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.

For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong'.

Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullshit. And that's a promise I will keep...Always.

Best,

Wendi Aarons

Austin, Tx"

must see TV

f took this one herself:

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

moby and me

celebrities and rock stars are funny. they are, it's been documented, real people, but there's something about them that is quite surreal. some of them seem to have a disdain for the very thing that allows them to do what they want to do and make lots of cash while they do it, that thing called fame; others seem to not be able to convince themselves that they'd continue to exist in the absence of it. some are humble, others are arrogant, and some act humble but really, you get the feeling that they want to be perceived as being humble but are in fact incredibly self-absorbed and snooty. trying to figure out which one is which can be entertaining. you know, if you're bored or just a nerd like me.

one of the first things i realized, when i got into the music business, was that it is imperative that you act totally nonchalant around celebrities and rock stars; if you geek out or reveal your fandom, it is understood to be very unprofessional. but come on, how realistic is that? how honest is that? it isn't - i'm a HUGE music fan! that's part of why i even wanted to be in radio - i love music and the people that make it fascinate me with their talent (and their luck). it is respectful, though, to NOT geek out when you meet a celebrity or rock star, under the assumption that they shouldn't have to deal with people freaking out on them and their radness when they are "working". at first i tried to be nonchalant around them, and i'm sure i WAY over-acted the part in an effort to be taken seriously: oh, james hetfield's here? i need to go make some photocopies. meanwhile, i'm running to the bathroom, because when i get nervous i have to pee. i'm not making photocopies, dude, i'm totally freaking out! james hetfield! no. way.

after a while, though, i figured out a way to be around celebrities and rock stars that felt far more honest to me, but also felt professional. when they come in for an interview or something, i'm polite, i try to talk about normal stuff and i ask them about their work, their families, regular small-talk. and if i'm a big fan and the opportunity arises, i lick their face and start dry-humping their leg when no one's looking. or, i just tell them i think their work is awesome, and leave it at that. that way, i'm being honest about being a fan, but i force myself to reel it in and try to just act like it's another day. kinda ridiculous, but i feel like it's what i gotta do.

after 17 years in this business, MOST of the time, i don't freak out as much and i run to the bathroom far less. there have been, over the years, though, times when i've said "screw this!" i've definitely had moments of throwing all caution to the wind and just going for it - sometimes, i just want to shake someone's hand just to do it, because it's SO surreal. and because hey! this wackadoo celebrity is two feet away, and that is SO TRIPPY! perry farrell! ed mcmahon! suze orman! ashley simpson-wentz! coolio, for god sakes! sometimes, i have no shame. i'm always extremely brief and courteous, but dude! if coolio was standing there in front of you, would you act like you were thinking about the square root of 176 or would you shake his hand? just because you could? i tend to shake, if i can get away with it.

lately, though, something has changed for me, just a little, deep down where the sun don't shine. while it's still thrilling to be near someone whose work i'm a fan of or someone who has dated natalie portman, that urge to shake their hand just because? it's fading away a little bit. part feeling like i'm 36 and really, shouldn't i be able to show a modicum of self-restraint? part now that i'm a mom i don't have time to care that much anymore and my underwear is probably on inside out because i hardly have time to get dressed in the morning anyway, part who knows? maybe it's the realization that they really are real people. maybe i'm too busy googling "twilight" because wow, i started book one and just thinking about r-patz gives me a thrill. whatever it is, it feels pretty good to me, like i'm on the right path here, like, maybe i am growing up? moby was here at the station yesterday, and while i think he's interesting and intelligent and i've been a fan of his music for a while now, i quashed that urge to bug him. he was in an adjoining studio - i could see his bald head and glasses and serious face, and it would have been ok to walk in there and shake his hand, but i didn't. and it felt good, i felt mature or something, like i'm not that little fangirl anymore. oooh, that made me kinda sad, writing that! maybe i really am growing up! who knows. but, hey, moby? this little bout of self-restraint? this one's for you.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

radio, parenting, & "the filter"

i realized, the other morning, that being on the radio and being a parent have at least one thing in common: the filter. see, i like me a good f-word. in fact, i'm partial to a lot of "curse" words - sometimes, there is just no alternative; nothing else will cut it. there are some days where i feel like every other word out of my mouth is a "bad" one, and i have other moments when i feel like, sheesh! i was an english major, i'm a professional 36 year old woman and a MOTHER, goddamnit, i should REALLY know better! but the second something startles me, the profanity flies out of my mouth like doves being released at a wedding. wow! rad simile.

so, back to the filter. you cannot curse on the radio. the FCC has rules about this. profanity. obscenity. offensive content. we take mandatory tests once a year at work to remind us what is and isn't allowed to go over the airwaves. and it's simple, really - you let a bad word slip while your mic is on, there's a good chance you might lose your job. george carlin had a bit about them, the seven dirty words, but they are no joke. people get fired because they let one fly all the time, and that's where the filter comes in. it's something i developed early in my college radio days and now it is just second nature; it's like an on/off switch, a little self-editing that just has to happen, so it does, and i don't even think about it anymore when i'm on the air.

that's not to say i've NEVER cussed on the air - i have. once. and radio DJs LOVE to trade stories about both their own on-air slips, and catching other DJs sliding in a nugget. my coworkers tell me my own boss even let an f-bomb fly one day before i was hired. i only slipped once and i think it freaked me out SO much, for so long, that it scared any possibility of future on-air slips right out of me. it was 1995 and i had just been hired for my first full-time on-air shift at 92X, a new "alternative" station in denver. i'd moved out there right after i graduated from college and began doing overnights: midnight-6am, six nights a week. i was in hog heaven. but at first, the adjustment to those hours? it was pretty brutal. i'd drink tons of coffee for the first half of my show but even that was not enough to stave off the 4am sleepiness. so i like to blame it on that - i was exhausted! living in a new city! trying to adjust! whatever it was, one night at about 3 o'clock in the morning, i played a song by civ called "can't wait one minute more" and i was so excited to be playing it on the radio, having been a fan of new york hardcore and wow! here was civ and we can play him on the radio, that is awesome! so i "backsold" the song by saying something like "that's civ on 92X, that song is fucking AWESOME!!" and as soon as i said it, i slammed the mic pot down and commenced FREAKING OUT. fortunately, it was 3am, which is "safe harbor" and also, really, was anyone who happened to be listening at that hour going to be offended enough to report it to the FCC? notsomuch. after a few months i realized my boss hadn't heard it and it had not been reported, and i was able to relax about it. still, it took me a few years to even admit it to anyone - it freaked me out that much. i loved radio and i loved my job and the thought of losing it was just too much for me to even ponder.

so parents, you know the filter, right? as soon as f started attempting to speak, our filters kicked into high gear around her tiny little ears. i remember when she was a baby, even knowing she had no idea what we were saying, it still felt weird to me to cuss around her, like, too harsh or something. i don't know. but now that she is a chatty little cathy, that filter is on all the time when we're together. i did yell "SHIT!" one morning on the way to the airport when i realized i'd forgotten our rental car info, and she happily yelled, "shit, mama! SHIT SHIT SHIT!!" as j and i cracked up. it was impossible not to. but that was that, and since then, she hasn't repeated any more curse words that i know of.

so the other morning, when we were getting dressed in her room and she was naked and on all fours pretending she was a dog, and all of the sudden this 99% potty-trained little lady started fully PEEING ON THE CARPET, my filter? it wasn't in full effect. i think i ended up sounding something like this: "F! WHAT THE FFFFARGARGARG ARE YOU DOING?" i came thisclose to f-bombing a two year old. not one of my proudest parenting moments. thankfully, i mostly caught it, and i mean, whatever. a "bad" word is not going to be the end of the world, right? i know there will be more moments to come where the filter is going to be off, or where i might just hurl that filter right out the window because i am so pissed off, goddamnit. but for now, i continue to try, when i'm with her, to keep it on. at least i know with f, i'm not going to lose my job over it.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

requesting a flyby

and all of the sudden, fall is here. last week it was insane-in-the-membrane HOT here, in our little house with no air conditioning, it was HOT and we were OVER IT. and then? friday? i wore a tank top and flip flops to work and walked out after i got off the air to find it raining. hello, fall! so rude of you to not let us know you were coming by, but we'll pull out some hummus and chat a while, i guess. not like we don't have other things to do.

actually, i loooooove fall. having lived in southern california for the last 34 of my 36 years, even the slightest change of seasons thrills me. and fall especially, because fall means holidays, and holy smashing pumpkin, i loooove the holidays. this weekend, the holiday season began, at least at our house.

friday night j and i cozied up and watched "rachel getting married" which i loved even though i found it pretty intense and depressing. but tunde adibimpe serenading his bride-to-be with an a capella rendition of neil young's "unknown legend"? that scene just floored me. the fact that sesame street's mr. noodle plays the dad was just icing on the cake.

saturday, we went to a birthday party at a park that included planes from the neighboring miramar airshow flying by so loudly every 15 minutes. some kids hated it - luckily, f loved it. maverick & goose put on a good show.

then today: pumpkin patch. we met our good friends the millers there, with their two kids who f adores, and it was game-on. there were pumpkins big and small and a petting zoo with a giant toothy llama and a train to ride and a merry go round too. and there was a big inflatable slide that looked huge to me, but f charged up that thing and back down it with fearless abandon and cracked up every time she got to the bottom.


but bigger than knowing fall is here and the holidays are coming, bigger than petting a goat with no ears, even bigger than getting to hold the giant inflatable baseball bat one of the miller's kids won, was the airplane ride. an airplane! so fast! the sheer joy on her face every time she flew past us just took my breath away, all call-sign "charlie" style.


"tower, this is ghost rider requesting a flyby."

"that's a negative, ghost rider. the pattern is full."

Friday, October 2, 2009

an update

a coupla weeks ago, i wrote about our neighbor carly and the horrible accident she and her band members were in. at first, everything we were hearing about her condition was complete third-party hearsay, but in the past week we've learned some truths that are no less than flippin' AWESOME: carly has come out of her coma and has been talking. that is huge huge huge news, and just knowing she's already able to do that makes my heart want to do a little jig. carly and her folks are still in bakersfield, and yes, their outside lights are still on. not for long, though. we're keeping our fingers crossed for them that she'll be able to come home soon. carly! you're a stud.