A Letter to my Niece and Nephew Who Don't Want to Go to Disneyland,Part 1

Every summer when my kids were little, and my niece and nephew (C & K) were really little, we would make the trek from Houston to Orlando to visit family and play with the Mouse. Disney World started to feel like our home away from home and we only visited once a year. My niece and nephew, who lived in Orlando, and whose mom (my sister) worked at Epcot, really felt attached to the place. And then last year they moved to Texas.

This is a long way of saying, those kids (C & K) love Disney World. A lot. But now that they live in Texas, in the middle of the country, their mom, my sister, has planned a family vacation for them to Disneyland. And they are not really that thrilled about it. They're wondering why not go back to Disney World? But they've never been to Disneyland, and that's part of the reason for the plan. They just don't know what they don't know. 

I'm no expert, but after a few trips to Disneyland while on business in the Santa Ana area during the past few years, I've been converted to it. Disney is truly Disney, and Disneyland has the magic, too. I want to share a few of the magical things I enjoyed there that I think they (C & K) will enjoy, too. 

Magical Thing #1: THE WEATHER

Southern California weather is the reason everybody and their dog wants to move to southern California. It's sublime. It doesn't beat you down like Florida heat, or rain on you every afternoon or sap the energy from you after a half-day of walking in it. It is warm but not humid during the day, often breezy, cooler in the shade, and even cooler as the sun goes down. It energizes you and lifts your spirits. You actually need to wear a jacket/hoodie/cardigan there in the summer in the early mornings and at night and you don't sweat through all your clothes.

Magical Thing #2 THE PARK SIZE

The park size is SMALL. So small that you can walk from here to there and back again all in the same day and without saying dumb things constantly like "My dogs are barkin'," or "I'm never coming back here again until I have grandchildren." Everything is RIGHT THERE. It's all attached! You can walk from your hotel to Downtown Disney to Magic Kingdom to California Adventure without breaking the afore-mentioned sweat.

These two Magical Things alone make Disneyland worth the trip, but there is even more in Part 2.
TO BE CONTINUED...

I Am a Terrible Blogger

Let's see, where do I begin after having forgotten I had a blog since last January?

It's Christmastime again, and the same decorations that I had a hard time boxing up and putting away in last year's last blog entry are up again. Except for a tree. We don't have a tree yet. We're going to let the kids decide when they get home whether they want a fake tree that's-already-perfectly-strung-with-lights, or a REAL tree, maybe from the Christmas Tree Farm, that sheds needles and dies within days but smells like Christmas.

Last year, we had Sara and Grant and Eddie and Dane and Skyler here and we all voted for the Christmas Tree Farm.

 We went on the hay ride and drank hot chocolate and took
pictures of each other taking pictures. It was perfect.

Little Grant loved it most of all.

Putting Christmas Away

Hello, blog, I'm back! I've been feeling guilty about neglecting you, but mostly I'm writing today because I'm procrastinating putting away all the Christmas stuff. Oh, I took it all down and vacuumed up all the needles from the Christmas tree farm tree. All the nutcrackers and stockings and Santas are on the dining room table waiting for me. I just hate boxing it up. In Battlestar Galactica vernacular that means something pretty terminal.

We had a Christmas for the memory books--and the checkbooks--this year. With Dane in NYC, Skyler in Houston, Hannah at Disney World (and going back to BYU in Utah right after Christmas), and Scott getting off his mission in California (right around Christmas), there were quite a few airline tickets to buy:

1. Dec 18 IAH-TXK Skyler
2. Dec 21 DFW-PSP [Palm Springs, CA] Creed
3. Dec 22 NYC-MCO Dane
4. Dec 22 TXK-MCO Sue and Skyler
5. Dec 24 PSP-DFW Creed
6. Dec 24 PSP-SLC-DSM-TXK Scott
7. Dec 26 MCO-TXK Sue, Dane, and Skyler
8. Jan 3 MCO-SLC Hannah
9. Jan 7 TXK-NYC Dane
10. Jan 7 TXK-IAH Skyler
11. Jan 7 TXK-BUR [Burbank] Sue (back to work!)

It was worth every pretty penny of Christmas money spent on tickets. We flew on planes together, went to amusement parks together (Creed went on so many roller coasters in one day with Scott that even he got dizzy), watched movies together, ate too much food together, played stupid board games together (new favorite: Bubble Talk), watched fireworks together, set off fireworks together, and lit the backyard grass on fire with fireworks together. We got to know Scott and learned that he loves airplanes, Alaska, steak, and the afore-mentioned fireworks. We had so much fun together.

P.S. By the way, don't believe your husband if he says, "Why are you planning to come back from Florida on Christmas Eve? Just because that's when I'm coming back from California? Don't do that--stay with Hannah through Christmas, I'll just be working double shifts that day, I'm not even going to be home. I don't really care about Christmas anyway--my favorite holiday is Thanksgiving." Right.

Falling in Love Again

When I moved to Texarkana, I inherited somebody else's house and furniture and dishes and giant stereo speakers. I also inherited Frankie. A three-year-old Boston Terrier who had belonged to my stepson Eddie before he moved to Iowa, Frankie lived outdoors most of the time on our screened-in back porch. And, even though I am not a dog person, and even though he had a habit of throwing up at the drop of a hat, and was not to be trusted indoors on account of his penchant for chewing things into bits, I felt sorry for him. He was so lonely.

I wanted to find him, as my mother put it, a "good home." Before we got married, my husband had indicated that he would be fine with that. Before we got married, my husband said a lot of things. But when I brought up the possibility of giving The Frank away to a family ("a family WITH KIDS, kids who would play with him" I would promote), the story changed.

"I can't give him away," my husband agonized, "I love him. He's like my grandson." What?! GREAT.

So I'm stuck all day with a dog I never wanted while hubby works like a workaholic. I am a CAT person. I did not know what to do with a dog. I don't like the way they smell. I have to wash my hands (twice) every time I pet one and then put on lots of Purell.

I tried some experiments on the dog. First, I decided to find out what he would eat. He ate peanut butter sandwiches and chicken salad and even Portuguese Bean Soup. He ate restaurant leftovers of eggs and grits and hamburgers and fries. OK, so he would eat anything.

Next, I wanted to see what he would do for the above food. I found out that he would do ANYTHING. He would sit, he would come, he would jump as high as he possibly could, over and over and over again. I had some fun with that. But then I suffered through the clean-up of dog vomit often enough to stop feeding him random human food and making him perform like a trained seal to get it.

So I started playing with him. First I got him a rope and tried to play Go Fetch. Nope. He would run and fetch it, all right, and then bury it and come back with a muddy nose that he'd wipe all over my crotch. I got him a ball, which he seemed kind of interested in for a little while, but which he ripped into shreds as soon as I left him alone with it. He seemed most interested of all in playing his own games: Mudlap, Slapdog, and Slippery Pig. Let me explain the rules. In Mudlap, a muddy dog runs into the house as fast as his little legs will carry him and does a solo lap around the furniture, grinding the mud into the carpet, and possibly throwing up for good measure, all without slowing down for a second. Slapdog is a fun little game of jumping and biting at flailing human arms that are pretending to get close enough to slap. But the favorite game of all--by far--is Slippery Pig. In this game, the players chase each other around and around and around the living room furniture, with the humans (there can be 1 to 4 humans) desperately trying to catch the "slippery pig" before they pee their pants from laughter. Everybody loves a good game of Slippery Pig. I started to like it as much as Frankie did.

Finally, I decided to costume the beast. My own children had enjoyed costume play so much in their youth that I was a huge proponent of make-believe. I bought Frankie a doggie pilgrim hat for Thanksgiving. He wore it. And looking at him in that stupid hat, standing there so happy to be inside and willing to do anything to stay, my heart kind of melted a little. The game we played after that, and are still playing, is Housedog. Housedog comes in during the day, off and on, and hangs out with me, in the dog bed next to the table, while I'm on my laptop. We go for a walk together every day, and watch a little TV together at night. We play Slippery Pig at least once a day. And we love each other. I am still not a dog person. But I AM a Frankie person.

My Favorite Things

Tonight is the Relief Society "weekday meeting," or the meeting-formerly-known-as-Enrichment. It's the first time since I've moved here that I've been in town for the meeting and I'm going. But there's homework for this one--I have to bring stuff. My favorite stuff. It's made me really think about what my favorite things are.

Music that lifts your spirit and soothes your soul:

Listening to this boy makes me happy. When it gets really turbulent on an airplane and I need to go to my Happy Place, I put on my headphones and listen to Jason Mraz on my iPod and he takes me there.

Just look at him. This is my favorite CD of his. Well, it's my only CD of his.

Favorite book:
Where to begin? There are so many. My two most re-read books during the last year were Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist and Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat Pray Love. Both books have dog-eared pages and highlighted passages throughout, and both books were consciousness-raising for me, teaching me lessons I needed to learn--about trusting my instincts, listening to my heart, recognizing the "omens" on my life's path, and accepting the direction that path takes. Tonight, if I can find my copy, I'll take the witty and wise Eat Pray Love with me instead of the metaphysical allegory of The Alchemist. Don't want to blow too many minds.

My personal "feel-good" movie:
Return to Me. Filmed in Chicago and directed by Bonnie Hunt, this is the story of a man who falls in love with the woman who received his dead wife's heart. The tagline was "A comedy straight from the heart." It's funny, charming, full of great performances. Just lovely. The last time I visited Chicago, I went to the little restaurant that is the setting for many of the scenes and sat and thought about the movie and how much I like it.

A painting or poster that makes life brighter:

This one has me stumped. Well, I love Impressionism. I love the light and the lift it gives me. I don't have any Impressionistic paintings, though. I have books of paintings. Looking, looking.

"Water-Lilies, Evening Effect," Claude Monet. I saw this very one in Paris.

"Must-have" make-up, lotion, or shampoo:
I'm gonna go with perfume instead. For years, whenever I visited EPCOT's Norway Pavilion I enjoyed dousing myself with the sweet, fresh Laila perfume sold there--"an infusion of Norwegian mountain wildflowers." Two years ago I finally bought some and now I am hooked. After falling in love with two fragrances (No. 1 by Laura Ashley and Perfect White Dress by Bare Escentuals) that were discontinued, I am so happy to have found one that will always be available. The only negative--the bottle is made of slippery glass. I've already broken two of them. The bathroom smelled good forever, though!

Favorite dessert:I'm pretty simple. I love the chocolate croissants at La Madeleine. Buttery, flaky pastry filled with just the right amount of warm semi-sweet chocolate really does it for me. And they are a cinch to re-create!
So there you have it. Some of my favorite things. How am I going to fit them all into my purse to take to Relief Society tonight without looking like I am the over-achiever in the group? I'll just pack it all into another one of my favorite things--my Lily Waters fabric tote. When I use mine, I feel as happy as the girl in the ad.

The Truth of Battlestar Galactica

Ever since my dad handed down his tattered copy of The Warlord of Mars to me when I was a kid, I have been a science fiction aficionado. I have a Star Trek uniform in my closet (a couple, actually), a collection of Star War action figures in the garage, and an unfinished science fiction novel on my computer. I go to conventions, where I get autographs and buy things like earrings in the shape of the Enterprise.

I have read the classics--Dune, Stranger in a Strange Land, 2001, and more, and have seen every single episode of Star Trek (the original, Next Generation, and Voyager) and even a lot of Deep Space Nine, which I'm sorry, just didn't work for me. I have stood in line with my kids for the midnight premieres of science fiction blockbusters and own them all on DVD, soon to be replaced by Blu-ray. I love the excitement, the escape, the hope of possibilities for the future of science fiction. But I have never experienced anything like Battlestar Galactica before.

Battlestar Galactica felt real. That is the highest compliment I can give it. There were no aliens-of-the-week, no beaming down to the planet with expendable Red Shirts, no perfect heroes. Just a bunch of people like you and me who were trying to survive, making mistakes along the way, learning lessons, growing, and working hard. By the time the series was over, I believed in those people and I felt like I had learned a few lessons along the way right along side them.

Shot in documentary-style, the show aims to deliver filmic truth. In the show's "Bible," Ronald D. Moore, the creator of the series, calls it "Naturalistic Science Fiction," or "Taking the Opera Out of Space Opera." I call it genius.

You should watch it.

Keeping Our Eye on the Prize

I have a really good reason for not posting anything for two months, oh gosh, has it been three months?

All of our spare time has been spent either:
1. Hanging out together at restaurants (screw cooking),
OR
2. Hanging out in front of the TV, watching all four seasons of THE BEST SCIENCE FICTION SERIES OF ALL TIME:

We've been floating...in time...and space. That's all I'll say for now. We have to go watch "Caprica" right now to get ready for the new BSG series that starts this month. I'll explain it all later, I promise. But we have kept our eye on the prize this long, so I have to maintain my focus. Actually, I can't wait to explain it to you. You will LOVE it!

So say we all.