Food, Date Night and Spare Keys

Food, Date night and spare keys, the week that was week 51 in the life of the Carr’s presented in 700 words or less!


Comfort Food
I love it when my old students keep in touch, and this week I got word from one of them that I inspired her to start writing a blog about one of her passions, food (http://food-sanity.blogspot.com/). It got me thinking about food, and I laughed when I remembered a conversation I was having with Nathalie about a dinner we once shared with some friends we had more then 20 years ago. That’s a long time ago, so we could not come up the friends’ names or were they lived, but what we did both remember was what we ate. Our host had never cooked for a group of people before, and was guessing at most of it. In fact not only had she never cooked for a group before, she had never made a chicken and not knowing how to prepare it, she felt that the best way to cook a chicken was to boil it! I can’t remember how bad it was, but even now thinking about the cooking method I imagine it was horrible. At least I was able to get something out of it, content for a blog, more then 20 years later. I can only say thank GOD we now have the Internet, so people can get a recipe and instructions online.

Date Night
Well it seems that with Nathalie’s birthday party last week, and Julia’s communion a couple of weeks before that, we have been almost a little too busy for a date so that had to change this weekend. Saturday we had the sitters lined up, and plans to hang out with some good friends, and we had a blast. Sometimes it is easy to forget how much fun it is to enjoy the company of special friends, but need only a couple of hours to make you say, “We need to do that more often!”

Keys
How many keys do you have on your ring? For years, I carried around a ring with a couple of keys I had long since forgotten their use. I just feared that if I removed them, I would come across the door or lock I needed to open, and I would be screwed. I finally did get tired of the extra weight, and a bunch of years ago I purged and got rid of the keys I had not used and so far so good. I had forgotten about that until this week, when Nathalie and I started talking keys with Wonder Woman, and she brought up the fact that she has a couple on her ring, that no longer serve a purpose. Then we looked at Nathalie’s ring and sure enough, she too had an unidentified key. Purge I say! I did, and have not had a problem yet, but the KEY is to keep them on a ring somewhere. The thing is you just need to remember where THAT ring is (I have misplaced mine!).

In closing
Back in the 90’s I worked with a talented creative writer in Belleville named Kathy. One of the things she did that was very creative was send little unique props with her resumes to stand out. My favourite was a pair of small toy wooden blocks with “writers” written on them. The cover letter would say something like “If you are suffering from writer’s block, call me and I would love to help”. Well over the last couple of weeks, I have been looking at the two blocks that she gave me for my desk and thinking allot about my own writer’s block. It is certainly not a lack of content because I have a bunch to say, just trying to get back into a routine since the end of the last semester and the start of the next.

Lets’ hope I will be back in the swing of things for next week!

Thanks for reading and have a great and safe week.
Jim

Sorry about that, Birthdays and Surprise, Surprise, Surprise

Sorry about that, birthdays and surprise, surprise, surprise, the week 50 Carr blog is in the books (Finally!).


Sorry
I had taken a bit of a break in writing my weekly blog over the last 2 weeks, but with still lots of stuff to say about the comings and goings of the Carrs, I finally felt the need to share this week. The result, three new blogs all posted the same day, a little longer then most, but I hope it paints a not bad catch-up picture, so thanks in advance for reading.

Birthdays
When we are kids, the anticipation of the annual arrival of the anniversary of our birth, is something that can take you trough months. For some, it may start a couple of days after your last birthday, but what has become clearer to me as I age, is that the anticipation is directly proportional to how old you are. Now don’t get me wrong, I like having my birthday, and like to celebrate, but unless it involves making reservations, I don’t pay too much attention to it before it happens. The wrinkle is always the children. They LOVE Mommy and Daddy’s birthdays and so for a long time leading up to the day, there are constant reminders. Look out, because the perpetual cycle is in motion and nearing its starting point, because this is the Nathalie’s birthday week.

the beauty in the living treeTree
I am no horticulturist and suppose you don’t need to be to simply enjoy the beauty in the living tree, but it is this week, every year that reminds me that. When we lived in our last house, we moved in around this time of year, and fell in love with the street when the boulevard was a wash with shades of pink in the form of blooming crab apple trees. I thought when we moved, if I wanted to enjoy the seasonal scenery, I would have to make a trip to our old street. Little did I know that our street shares the same landscaping? This week the street was beautiful and as a result, I am that much happier that we live were we do.

Surprise Party
Well I did it! I did it with the help of a bunch of people and a well-placed “fib” and some creative acting by my mother in law, I surprised Nathalie with a birthday party and so glad I did.

With no classes on Thursday and Friday, getting the supplies was simple enough, but I did forget to get decorations and some other little things. Thankfully, I had only to send three texts to three people (I had to spread the work around!) and it was all taken care of. Although the planning has been on going for 3 weeks or more, the main bulk of stuff in true Jim fashion was left to only two days before the party. Better that way in retrospect, as not to cause any suspicion with the birthday girl. I even had our get out of the house excuse planned but let Nathalie work out the details with my accomplice herself, so as not to make her think, “What’s he up to?”

The reason to get back to the house, however, was a big variable. I had several possible scenarios worked out in my head, and just did not know what plan to execute until almost an hour before we left for dinner. I went with an upset child after Julia seemed to be having a bad day anyway so it was plausible that she would need us to come back home. Minutes before we left I told Julia that there was a party and that she was going to be the reason we needed to come back home and that she may need to cry on command. She answered me by crying on the spot, and then smiling and asking, “Like that daddy?” What a pro!

Dinner was lovely, despite the less then stellar service, but kind of glad that we did not finish to fast because we did have a timeline to adhere to. Order dessert, excuse myself from the table and make the call from stall number two. “Ok, we are just having desert, call and tell her she has to come back home. By the time I get back to the table, the play is in motion with a very concerned Nathalie on the phone with her Mom. “I know she has been in a bad mood all day, and the crying is so unusual. Don’t worry, we are coming home” she say’s to her phone. Not a second thought! She took the bait hook, line and sinker.

A quick drive home (very quick, because the pilot seems to think he is at 10,000 feet?), and an almost run to the door, and a simple “SURPRISE!” and it was done! Thanks to all for coming, and thanks to all who helped, and especially thanks to Nathalie for being born!

In closing
It takes a strong, confident man to admit that I played a number of girl type games growing up. I could hopscotch, skip rope – both singles and doubles, and if there was such a thing as a world class “see see my playmate” player, I was it. Skills I had almost forgot about until this week, when Jordyn asked me to show her how to do it. They have all kinds of new fangled hand/clap games it would seem and I can’t do any of them, but when it comes to see see my playmate, I still kick butt! Time to look for a skipping rope and see if I still have all my pre-adolescent skills in tact!

Skipping into next week, thanks for reading and have a great and safe week.
Jim

Singing a Song, Driving Landmarks and Pop-Pop Culture

Singing a song, driving landmarks and Pop-Pop Culture, the week that was week 49 with the Carr’s dipped in a big vat of chocolate.


"It's the ice-cream man, the ice-cream man!"Ice-cream man
With the lovely weather and the kids playing outside after school, timing could not be better for the annual arrival of the tinny music playing from the little speaker on big white truck, driven by the “ice-cream man”. The girls can’t hear you from the next room when you ask them to pick up their garbage, but they have some kind of fine tuned radar when it comes to the music trumpeting the arrival of the ice-cream man. Picking the girls up at the sitter this week, I first heard the sound, when I opened my car door. Just as I expected they came running with their: “Please, we’ve been good!” voices on faster then you could shake a stick. So I did what I always do, I asked, “How much money do you have in your pocket?” It’s amazing, because the answer is always the same, NOTHING.

I guess they fixed my wagon though, because although they had no money with them then at the sitters, by the time we got home, the truck had circled the court, and they did find more then enough tooth fairy money in their piggy banks. They had run in the house, grabbed the money, and ran back downstairs and out the door, before I could say “Hey! You can’t have ice-cream before dinner!”, it was too late. It was a done deal. I guess perhaps, I might have been able to catch them in the act and put a stop to it, if I where not in the washroom, and otherwise occupied. Next week, we start working on the listening to daddy, even if he is shouting from behind a closed door!

Landmarks
When I was young and just started driving, I could get just about anywhere using landmarks to navigate. I think we all do it to some extent, but this week I laughed thinking how my land-marking skills have changed. When I was in my teens, I could tell you how to get to anywhere based on McDonalds locations. I could also do it in reverse, by knowing where the closest McDonalds was from your current location. I was not even that big of a fan of McDonalds growing up, because I was (maybe still am?) a picky eater and anything I ordered had to be a specially grilled, and back then it added some major time to the whole fast food thing, but I could sure nail down each location.

Jump to present day, and although I am still very good about finding the closed McD’s, my new go to landmark is Canadian Tire or The Home Depot. I guess a product of necessity, but funny how time changes things. I have never talked about this with anyone, until this week when I was driving with Nathalie and it occurred to me that she does it to. “Remember I bought those maternity pants at that store?” she says while trying to remind me of the street she wants to go to. My only problem is we need to come up with a better way to merge our databases; right now they don’t always mesh and it gets a little confusing. See, Nathalie’s radar is naturally, places where she’s shopped. Between the two of us, we could be a very good GPS if we can come up with a way.

Sing a Song
Remember last week I told you I had some stuff to write in my blog, but could not remember it? While driving my Mom and her sister to a doctor’s appointment this week, I was reminded of one of the stories. The funny thing was, I was reminded because the same thing happed this week; only the cast of characters’ was a little different. I wrote on Facebook, as a status update:

“Just thinking aside from the steering and stuff, an hour in the car with two people over 72 is very different from an hour with two people under 11.”

You see last week when I was in the car with the girls, and one of their favourite songs came on the radio, they just broke into song and it was fun to just start singing with them. But when I caught myself jumping into the ongoing singsong this week with my Mom and my Aunt, I had to laugh. “Roses are Red (my Love)”, from Bobby Vinton is just NOT the same as Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face” I don’t care what you say!

House
Looking so forward to the next few “do nothing” weekends, I am finding it a little hard to contain myself. I still have a list, and I guess I will need to get to it at some point, but after the very busy last few weeks, it is nice to wake up and not have a plan. I may try to get to a few small things, but likely not going to turn on my power drill for a bit! What do you know about “self fulfilling prophecies’”, because now that I have committed it to paper, sorta’ speak, I certainly hope that whatever doesn’t fall down, and need my immediate attention.

Pop Culture
Pop culture is a curious beast at times isn’t it? I am never quite sure where the girls pickup half of the stuff they come up with, but I guess it must be from television. Today, I caught Julia telling Jordyn in a voice right out of the 1980’s movie “The Elephant Man”, “I am NOOOOT an Animal” and I had to laugh, thinking that first, what current television show would have quoted this line, and in what context? And secondly, I thought if she had ever seen that movie, she would do what most of what her generation does when they hear something like that. They think, “Why is that old movie, using lines from Hanna Montana?”

I remember talking with my nephew a couple of years ago, and he asked “Uncle Jimmy, have you ever heard of this band called Van Halen before?” What can you do? I mean, you can laugh and shake your head, but the fact is that we probably where the same when we were kids. All we likely knew was what was going on in our own little worlds, on our same time plane. The stuff that happened long ago was somehow foreign and difficult to fathom and when someone used a line or said something in a certain way, it was new to use, and therefore fare game. Yes Pop culture, is an interesting subject.

In Closing
So when did “Punch Buggy” get added back to the riding in the car lexicon? I don’t remember hearing it for years, but this last few weeks, I have heard chatter of the kind, coming form the back seat and then today, we broke out into a full assault, no holds bar game and Daddy got hurt! While mending my very sore shoulder, I had to remind the whole car about the rules as I remember them and that lead to a little bit of a debate with Nathalie. Here is what happened. I said “Black punch buggy” and punched no one, just proud that I was able to jump in the game while responsibly driving a motor vehicle. Nathalie then proceeded to land a punch on my upper arm. I protested, “What was that for?” and while she starts laughing, she says, “You didn’t say no punch backs”. I am like “What, first of all you didn’t even say black Punch Buggy, and second, you don’t have to say no punch backs, that’s not a rule!” So she then said “black Punch Buggy NO punch backs” and proceeded to punch me again.

After I arrived at home, I did what any good husband would do, I Googled it and found the following from beetlemania.org.uk site:

“It is not necessary to add “no punch back” when calling a Punch Buggy. Punch-backs are verboten (not allowed) and will cost you one point for each punch thrown – not to mention show you up as a spoilsport and may get you grounded.”

I hate being right, but I am still refusing to ground Nathalie!

Thanks for reading and have a great and safe week!
Jim