Why I blog

Sometimes I love blogging, other times it feels like exercise . . . you know you should do it, but you don’t feel like it, there are a million other things you could be doing instead . . . that’s how blogging feels sometimes. But I keep at it because I think of this blog as a gift to my family. (And if you’re reading this, you’re either family or might as well be. God bless you for sticking with me this long.)

You may not have gotten a birthday gift, or a phone call at Christmas, or acknowledgement that it was Mother’s Day/Father’s Day/your anniversary . . . in fact, I know you didn’t. Cause I didn’t send one. Or call. Sorry about that. But I think about you every day as I write. I also think about you every day as I walk around just living life and collecting experiences to share with you. I think about whether something is “blogworthy” as I watch Camille start to say her first Arabic words (hallas, meaning finished), or wonder if the video I took of Camille dancing is funny just because I’m her mom, or you will find it funny too. Whether it’s an adventure like sand boarding in the desert or the day to day grind of carpooling and after school activities, every word is written with you in mind. 
I try to remember to bring my camera when we go places because often my words aren’t enough. Explaining our days through pictures is the next best thing to having you right here next to me. I think about how someday, if my children are halfway around the world with my grandbabies, that I would really love to have this peek into their lives every day. And that is why I try and blog every day. Because that is the gift. Doing it even when I don’t feel inspired, when I don’t feel like my words are good enough, my stories funny enough, or my photos interesting enough.  
Think of this blog as one big extended love letter to you. A present tied up with a big red bow. I hope that you love it and that it fits perfectly. I created it just for you.

more craziness

The other day my friend Christie and I headed to Ruwi to visit the framer. We have this guy there who does custom matting and framing for ridiculously cheap. A photo with double matting and frame with non-reflective glass was about $18.00. I couldn’t buy the frame for that back at home. 

Baby pouting because we’re not taking her with us. She had grabbed her shoes and was trying to run out to the car. 

We never know what we’re going to find in Ruwi and this day was no exception. I was driving along when I saw this huge bull in the back of the small pickup truck. I scared Christie when I yelled, “Oh my gosh! It’s a cow!” He was right down the street from the framer’s so I had to walk back and get a photo. 

I love this sign (I took the photo from a distance so I didn’t look too obvious). Do you get it? Faiq (Fake) Money Changers? I’m sure Mr. Faiq doesn’t understand the irony. 

And then, since we were nearby and Christie had never been there, I had to show her my favorite 1 rial store. She found this funny on the inside pages of a SpongeBob notebook: “A man should keep his friendship in constant repair.” It is printed on every page next to “Best Wishes!” 

I could not figure out how this scary looking contraption could “add a special touch to (my) home.” It turns out it’s a “lemon squizer.” I was a little afraid it was a Happy Family callous grater. 

Overly flowery and wordy soap dish. 

I wanted to buy one of these so badly for Josh. It’s a khanjar shaped cologne bottle. Of course the display one was the only one on the shelf. And it leaked on Christie’s skin and instantly gave her a rash, so who knows what they put inside the bottle. Oh well. At least it’s one less thing to pack up and move. 

Engrish: Clothing edition. 

I totally don’t understand the point of knocking off a March of Dimes t-shirt. Are these designs really such a hot commodity? 

Remember: “Ee a Kero!”


No . . . say what now? 
 

Oh, you didn’t know Dolce and Gabbana made polyester v-necks? They’re all the rage over here. And it looks like they’re “exclusive” to the 1 rial store. 

My next wallet — thanks a lot. Grammar points: at least they spelled “a lot” correctly. There’s alot of Americans who can’t. 

When animals join a flash mob.

red carpet premiere

Last week I not only had Calvin showing off his science skills, but Carter invited all of us to the premiere of his new movie. One of the things I love about TAISM is the quarterly after school activities that are offered. All the teachers participate in leading classes after school teaching activities like gardening, basketball, padawan training (for the Star Wars fans), puppetry, music and dance, and many others.
This quarter Carter and Caleb both took a class on making puppets and Carter took a class on movie making. They started with flip book animation and moved into stop action animation using a digital camera and computer based movie making software. At the end of the quarter last week we were invited to a viewing party where all the kids showed off the movies they created. 


Caleb with his best friends. He is always surrounded by girls. 


Future Oscar winner?

Camille was just there for the food. Like all good movie viewings, this one had popcorn.

I held off on posting this entry because I really wanted to post Carter’s video with it, but I’ll just have to add it when I get the file from school. Carter’s movie, which he made with two friends, was about a shark and a surfer and how the shark ate the surfer. All the films were very short (under a minute) because each frame is a single photograph. It takes something like 50 photographs to make a 15 second movie. 
The filmmaking process: After they set up the lego scene (in this case a surfer on a board) they take a picture, change the scene incrementally, take another picture, make a minor change . . . and repeat. Over and over. Then they load the files into a movie making program, make their edits and add audio. They also created opening and closing credits. 
Funny side note: every movie had an element of violence. Whether it was the skateboarder who crashed and lost his head or the tanks shooting each other or the epic Star Wars battle . . . they were all about showing as much gore as possible. You might think it was a boy thing, but even the girls had things being blown up. I guess the fun of making movies is packing them full of action.  
Everything the boys do at school makes me want to package up this school and take it with us when we move. I know no school is perfect, but this one comes pretty close! 

thoughts from a concert

For Calvin’s 13th birthday, Josh and I got him tickets to the Snow Patrol concert. Not because any of us are particular fans of Snow Patrol, but the kid loves music and concerts and in living in Muscat, it’s not like Coldplay is going to make an appearance. We’ll take what we can get.

Usually Josh does concert/music type outings because I don’t really like music. I mean, music is fine and all, but Josh loves it and I could take it or leave it. But in a surprising departure from the norm, it was my idea to take Calvin to the concert even though I knew Josh was going to be gone to Saudi. After looking them up on YouTube I thought: Sure, I can listen to this for an hour and a half. 

This is the song that put me over the edge. Pretty catchy and funny video too. 
Of course one of the reasons I don’t like concerts is because they are too loud. I’m already on my way to being officially “hearing impaired” and I don’t need any extra help to get there faster. To make sure I could enjoy myself I went out and bought earplugs. Of course, the only kind they had at the pharmacy were labeled: Not intended for excessive noise. What else would you possibly need earplugs for? 
I figured using them for an off-label purpose was OK in this situation and they had to be better than nothing. I bought 2 pairs hoping that my son would be a good sport and wear them to humor me. I’ve got to make sure he does what he can to protect them, since genetics is not on his side. 

The following are the things I would have said to you if you were with me at the concert (if you could hear me above the beat of the drums. Calvin and I were both failing in the lipreading department so we started using my phone to type messages to each other):
When did 21 year olds start looking like babies? How do those little kids have wristbands and beer? There must be a huge number of teens with fake IDs here tonight because I can’t possibly be that old. 

I wonder what it feels like to have people scream your name as you walk out on stage? Do you think he feels like a regular guy or has he become used to celebrity status? 

Good grief. $7.50 cents for a can of Budweiser? That’s a waste of money. $2.60 for a can of coke? Also a waste of money, but at least it tastes good. 

That middle aged lady looks funny dancing to the music like she’s one of the kids. Oh my gosh, that’s totally what I look like, isn’t it?

Hmm, somebody’s got some weed going . . . 

Look at all these poor people ruining their hearing right now. I may look ridiculous with orange foam sticking out of my ears, but that’s one less day that I won’t have to wear hearing aids. I wonder if by the time we’re old if everyone will have lost their hearing from all the loud music/ipods/etc?

What are all these people going to do with these videos they are taking with their phones? Are they really going to sit down and watch them again? I hope they slap on a seasick patch first because jumping and videotaping do not mix. 

How odd that so many people are focused on recording the moment instead of being in the moment. I wonder if they’re all posting these videos to Facebook or tweeting that they’re at the Snow Patrol concert while missing the actual concert?

The people in front of us (swaying, jumping, and doing the Saturday Night Fever moves) are proof that you don’t need alcohol to act stupid. 

Ooh! This is the song that I recognize from YouTube! Hmm, where is the line between fun enthusiasm and freaky? Cause I want to make sure I don’t cross it . . . 

The Mad Scientist

Since Josh has been gone we’ve been partying like rock stars so my blogging has taken a hit. It’s actually much less “party” and much more “me driving many little people to their many activities,” but the end result is the same. Juggling the schedule of 5 humans fries my brain. 
Meanwhile, Calvin has been working on his project for the science fair today. In typical form he was trying to print things to add to his board 5 minutes before the bus arrived. He does not get that from me. Or Josh. I have my suspicions, but I’ll wait and see how he turns out before praising or placing blame.   

Calvin’s science project was about the flammability of fabric. He took fabrics of different fibers, burned them and timed them to see which fabrics burned the fastest. He was required to put together a display board and present his topic for an hour to parents, teachers and students who stopped by his booth. 

Ready to lecture!

His artistic ability and his handwriting he unfortunately did get from me. Aside from the burning in the backyard, the details of the project were a surprise to me. If he had asked for my advice I would have told him to pretty it up a bit and not handwrite the question. Or at least use a ruler to make his lines straight. I do like his title and handmade flame saying “Burn ’em up.” Very clever. 

If you look at the photos on his board, he actually used the same picture twice. The first time it printed too dark so I re-did it for him. He originally had many photos from his fabric burning session (I was the photographer), but somehow they all got lost when he transferred them to the school computer . . . or something like that. All I know is last night at 9pm he wanted to find “spare clothes” to burn so he could take more photos and it was then that I found out that he didn’t have any pictures for his board. Luckily I had a picture I had taken with my cell phone. I guess it was so great he decided to use it twice!

The graph he was printing out this morning. I know you’re dying of suspense so I’ll tell you now: denim burns the slowest and polyester the fastest. 

Since as recently as Saturday Calvin had nothing to show for his work, Josh and I were a little worried about how his project would turn out. I was pleasantly surprised at how he put it all together. 

After I left the school, I texted Josh to tell him that our son did not have a future in graphic design, but he will make a great teacher/public speaker someday. The kid is a natural talker. He knew his topic well, could answer questions about it and sounded informed, but not overly rehearsed. 

Explaining to one of the teachers his scientific process. One of the points of this science fair was to select a topic with real world application. Flammability of fabrics has an obvious value because according to Calvin, “if someone were on fire, then they would know how long it will take to burn.” 

Since Josh couldn’t be there I took a few photos of the other science projects. Since this is our oldest child and our first school experience, of course we’re going to compare! 
Total girl project. Look how beautiful it is. All the text is matted, many different photographs, decorative embellishments, a ruler was clearly used . . . oh, and they gave out homemade gummy bear samples. Trying to buy the judges’ votes, I’m sure.

Another girl project. This girl is a higher level thinker. She was figuring out if the earth wasn’t a sphere, which other shape would provide the optimum environment for humans? Unless you can package that information in a vehicle like LOST, there is no way I can follow you. You are much smarter than I am. My brain hurts — moving on. 

Ah, another boy project. I loved this one because not only did their board make me feel better about my own child’s artistic shortcomings, their idea of using facial expressions and creating a lie detector test by reading eye movements and micro-expressions was funny and really interesting. Their results: Girls use many more facial movements and eye movements than boys so even though the sexes lie in equal numbers, boys make better liars. 

By this time I was just looking at the display boards to see if my child stood out as being deficient (the gummy bear girls scared me!). I’d say his board looked pretty average, especially compared to the other boys. Fabulous.  

The true test? There’s this mythical kid from Korea who gets 100% in everything (I say mythical because I’ve never met him, but hear about him almost every day — the kid from Korea got a perfect score on the standardized assessment, the kid from Korea was really upset that he missed one question on the social studies exam, the kid from Korea got $50,000 from his parents because they had to cancel their vacation . . .). Originally this kid was supposed to be Calvin’s partner, which Josh and I were super excited about because hey, it’s always good to partner with a high achiever, but they parted ways over a disagreement about lasers and whether they could actually build one in the time required (Calvin said they couldn’t). 

No lasers or robots this time. Maybe I’ll get to meet this superhero of academia someday, but based on this display board, he looks like a typical 7th grade boy.