Monday, March 31, 2008


I've always wanted to go to West Texas. I have this romantic notion about the place. Lyle Lovett sings about it. So does Emmylou Harris and John Prine. Bands like Lift to Experience are from West Texas and one of my favorite Explosions in the Sky song is called, To West Texas. Most of the songs refer to the emptiness and desolation of the land. This intrigues me. Actually, to be honest, I have romantic notions about any long deserted highway or small town with red dirt, an old main street, abandoned cars and houses. Maybe that's why I love Southern Utah so much. In my mind I think of that weepy country ballad or a melancholy instrumental song that you play over and over. The combination of a slide guitar, a harmonica , a scruffy voice. You know, the song about the girl that works at the five and dime in Lubbock. The girl that has always wanted to leave her town but for one reason or another can never make the break...but she's still dreaming. So predictable...so passe... but I eat it up every time. I love the songs that sing of the raw beauty and the desolation of the land. I think of women wearing aprons sitting on old porches drinking black coffee. Its hot and people use fly-swatter's. Horses are in the backyard and people are worn from the sun. Someone always plays the harmonica and everyone in the house dances around the kitchen table. The songs and the storytelling also evoke feelings from my own life as well, not just the fantasy. I think of my dad in those pinstripe overalls and cowboy boots. I think of the drive to Sundance and the way the trees smell in the spring. I think of my mom and growing up in Utah, more memories... but most of the time the songs don't make me reflect on anything specific. At least nothing I can really pin point. It's just an overall feeling of longing and nostalgia. Whatever it is I love to wallow in it. I wonder if I will always do this? I hope so. That's always been the beauty of music. It takes us back and can always make you feel a certain way. So let's all take a trip to West Texas. Or maybe not, for I'm afraid if we actually go there for real it might spoil something. Instead let's just listen to Ryan Bingham.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Happy Easter

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Colors and the Kids



I'm having one of those days where I never want my kids to grow a day older. I usually feel like this when we have had an all around good day. Where I haven't raised my voice as much and when we have really spent time together. It's the time when I am grateful that I don't have a job and that I can just be with them and see them in their day to day. Here they have played hard and gotten good and dirty. Or it's a day when they are satisfied with a wheel barrow full of water from the hose. It's when Ella and Thomas sing the Totoro theme song over and over again, or where they spend all day coming in and out of the apartment with swimsuits, popsicle drippings, dirty feet and faces, toys, more toys more broken toys...they leave a trail wherever they go. I attend to there needs, many times be-grudgingly but I follow them and clean up after them. The never-ending imaginary worlds and pretend play characters that Ella conjures up. I know that when she is a teenager and giving me attitude, the pretend play will be far away from me and I will wonder why I complained about it in the first place. It's crazy, I feel like I am going to wake up one day and have grumpy, cynical older kids that get bored easily. Right now they haven't really discovered or at least they aren't interested in the internet, chat rooms, Hannah Montana or video game systems... They would rather play in the mud....thank goodness... Will the day really come when Ella doesn't want to hang out with me anymore? Where she prefers her naughty teenage girlfriends over her ever-clever, ever-talented and funny mom? Oh no, and Thomas? Is he really going to stop thinking the world of me? His hugs and kisses and his smell. I swear that when I breathe in his scent it's like an anti-anxiety remedy for me... forget St Johns Wort, I just need Thomas. I'm not going to want to breathe in his scent when he is a stinky, sweaty pubescent teenage boy. Stay young kids. Stay young just for a little while.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Socky and Duke




It's sock monkey time around here. First I bought the fabric which was meant for Thomas's duvet cover but then Ella discovered it so I decided to make her a skirt instead. Thomas duvet will just have to come later. Then the other day I was folding laundry and Ella held up some of Wade's old socks and told me this was going to be her new sock monkey. So with Ella's inspiration and the help of wiki-how (it's amazing the tutorials you can find on the inet) we made two sock buddies. Ella named her lady monkey Socky. I knit her a little hat with a tissue paper flower and tied a yarn bow around her neck and she was set. I asked Thomas what he wanted to name his guy and he said... Duke. It's funny becuase I think they both kind of look like Ella and Thomas or at least they look like they would have similar personalities.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

scrub a dub dub


What a weekend I had! Kyong flew into LA for business and stayed at our place. It was so great to see her and to have a girls day out full of primping and pampering. I had my first official Korean spa experience and it was fabulous! We went to Natura Day Spa on Wilshire in Koreatown. I left that place a new woman. The main spa area is a gigantic room with showers, hot tubs, a steam room, sauna, mini restaurant and rows of padded tables for scrubs and massages. We were all walking around in our birthday suits. I felt as light and as free as could be (except for my drooping mom bosoms of course). Kyong and I hit the jacuzzi and steam room and indulged on a shaved ice topped with fruit and red bean paste. It was delicious. When they called our names we hopped on to our padded table. With washcloth mitt in hand the Korean lady scrubbed my whole body down from head to toe, every now and then I would peek my eyes open and see the dead skin that had been rolled off my body. The part I loved is when she would take a big bucket of warm water and rinse the dead skin off my body and the water would just bounce off the table. After the scrub my lady told me to shower off and come back for my massage. When I came back she gave me a full-body massage, a mini-cucumber facial and then she washed , and I do mean washed, my hair...ouch. During all of this the ladies at the tables were chit chatting and laughing in Korean. I don't know why this jabbering never bothers me, maybe its because I don't know what they are saying or maybe it just makes me feel at ease and makes me feel like I am a part of the whole ladies locker room experience. At the end of my stay I was completely refreshed and by golly if my skin wasn't as soft as a babies bottom then I don't know what... in fact it still is 4 days later. Now I have to tell everyone I know to go here or find the nearest Korean spa in your neighborhood. The thing that is so great is it is completely affordable.

We were squeaky clean on the outside but our bellies were rumbling. This was no problem for we just headed to Shik Do Rak for Korean BBQ. We had eaten here before when Kyong was in town and this time I made sure I remembered the name of what we ordered. It is called duk bo sam, which is basically thin slices of beef dipped in oil and salt and pepper and wrapped in sheets of rice paper. You can add mushrooms, onions, peppers, salad and a hot pepper sauce to the small wraps too. A little kim chi on the side and we were good to go. Later that night we went to Old Town Pasadena for some shopping and some bread pudding. It was so great to reminisce with a dear friend that really knows me and to treat ourselves to the greatness this city has to offer.

Friday, March 7, 2008

cheesy deep fried goodness with ketchup on top

Ella got a gift certificate for a free meal at Mimi's Cafe so we decided to go. We don't eat out at big chain restaurants much but when we do I am reminded why i don't like them in the first place. First of all why are there always a gizillion people waiting to get in? Like its the best food on earth... (like Cheesecake Factory, I mean granted they do make a good cheesecake, but honestly the food is completely mediocre, boring and predictible and the servings are large enough to feed the jolly green giant!) The thing that gets me the most is the kids meal options. As if your kids don't get enough fried foods from fast food places...oh, don't worry they can still get them in restaurants! The menu varies a bit from place to place, but you can usually count on these four items always being on the menu... chicken fingers w/fries, mac n cheese w/fries, cheese pizza w/fries and cheeseburger w/fries. Don't get me wrong I like all theses naughty cheesy fried foods too but I can't help but wonder...how and why were these foods labeled kids food from the get go? How did it all start?... I mean who was it that thought hmmm, I can't think of another side option ...let's just throw some more fries on the plate, you know they like those! I swear in America by the time you are 18 months old and you haven't had a fry or a chicken nugget there is something wrong with you.

This frustrates me to no end. It is ingrained in children to just expect these foods and at such a young age. They don't want to eat foods with different flavors and textures because they are conditioned to have the same types of food presented at every meal. It really puts us parents at a disadvantage. I admit that many times I assume that my child won't like something before they even try it. Take tomatoes for example, in my head I automatically check that one off of the list as being a food my kids will not like. But I am guilty of not even letting them try it. The more they are exposed to new foods and actually try them the more likely they are to actually enjoy them. Unfortunately, the food market in the US does not allow this to happen easily. The marketing and advertising is just too powerful. I can't help but think if from the very beginning kids didn't have the influence of McDonalds N' friends kids would be more willing to try and love all foods from the rainbow.

Take my Korean neighbors for example. Their two young girls are 12 and 10. They moved to the Us 3 years ago and had never had fries before. I actually took them to In and Out for their first fry experience. They tried them and they liked them but even now when they have them, which is hardly ever, they only eat a small amount and they say it is too greasy. Us American kids can wolf down these types of foods in the blink of an eye. No wonder were all fat! They also told me that at school in Korea the lunch menu consisted of rice, vegetables, fruit and meat on occasion. School lunch in America is awful. I always tell Ella to make sure she gets something healthy. When I ask her at the end of the day what she had for lunch, she usually responds with something like this.... I had salad, chocolate milk, a choclate muffin, and whatever the main course is (which I'm sure is loaded with preservatives and sugar. ) I ask her what was in her salad and she says...lettuce. Hahaha. The healthy options at school are negated by the unhealthy options. You have the choice between milk or chocoalte milk. Of course the kids will choose chocolate. It reminds me of the fast food industries futile attempt a few years back to combat the childhood obesity epidemic. They say here are more healthy options for your kids...apples...(dipped in sugary carmel dip), mandarian oranges (soaked in sugary syrup.) Heaven forbid that our kids don't eat something that has a dose of sugar on top! We've spoiled them so now all their palate can recognize is the sweetness.

I guess this post is just an excuse for me to vent and expel all my frustrations in written form about how much I hate our food habits in America. I feel bad because whenever we go to places like this I just can't let it go. I know that Wade gets frustrated with me because he knows how I feel and we usually agree on the matter, but I can't help talk about it the whole time we are eating. He'll say things like "Kath, we made the decision to come here now just let it go!"

So when it comes down to it, us parents have to be the enforcers of good food. We have to really read labels on our food and not rely on what the FDA says is food or not food. I like to think my kids are better eaters but sometimes I wonder if they really are. We try and expose them to different flavors, textures and food from all cultures. We have the rule that they eat whatever we make for dinner and they can't leave the table without a vegetable in their mouth. We try and eat only organic and locally grown and we have fruits and veggies on hand at all times. We try and avoid the red 40's and the yellow 6's, the large doses of high fructose corn syrup and the msg. But honestly it is scary because it exists in so many of the foods that we eat from fast food, to restaurants to grocery stores. Overall our family has a good balance. I'm not about to deprive them (even though I should) from the occasional trips to 711 for slurpees and McDonalds for a happy meal. To me that is part of being a kid and that is how I grew up (so it must be okay right?!.) Until America changes their way which we can only hope, it will only get better rather than worse. With America's obsession with going "Green" let's hope it will spill over into the food mainstream more. I guess this means we need to go back to the days when food was grown and cooked almost entirely at home and we knew exactly what was in it. Hmmmm. I think the closest we'll get to that is watching reruns of Lassie on TBS. So until then us parents have to lay down the law.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

water baby


Ella has an obsession with water. She always has. I remember when she was a baby if there was a puddle of water within a hundred feet she was in it. Once she was in the puddle she would stay there forever if I would let her. To this day she is still the same. Yesterday, the air was still and warm, a perfect 80 degree SoCal day.... I look out the window to discover Ella with water hose in hand, spraying herself and everything around her. Her sun dress and hair were already soaked and she was spazzing around making the biggest splash sploshes as she possibly could, drenching our porch and front door as she went along in her oblivious, water obsessed state. Usually when she is in this mode everyone who is around her just stops and stares at her in amazement.

I don't know, maybe its in the genes. Both Wade and I are water lovers. Wade has told me before that as a kid he would spend all day, all summer long at the Orderville public pool. When I met him he was already notorious for his canon-balls and bare-ass airs that would rock the entire pool. I too would spend endless hours at Deseret Towers pool earning my VIP badge. Dad would call me "the fish" and when I would swim I would pretend I was Darryl Hannah from Splash with her long crimped bleach blonde hair.
Ella on the other hand does have more of an advantage...not only does she have a vivid imagination which carries her along in her water world, but she was also born with her 2nd and 3rd toes fused together, not on one foot mind you, but both feet. So in that sense she is half fish already. She has always wanted to be a mermaid and live in the ocean. Not too long ago she asked me in all seriousness if it would be okay if she was a mermaid part-time. "Don't worry mom, it would only be part time." were her words. She told me she had to have a giant tank built just for her in the backyard. I told her I'd think about it.

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