I am thankful today for many things… healthy children, a warm home, a safe and loving husband, family and an abundance of food and gifts from God. I am not trying to take away from the import of the day, but instead add a little levity. What I am most thankful for is the gift of laughter. In a world that seems grim, sometimes just having a good laugh is better than most everything else. So, here is my Thanksgiving gift to you…laughter. Do yourself a favor and hit play. For the 2 million of you that have already seen it, laugh again. Presenting, in four part acapella harmony…John Williams is the Man…performed by Corey Vidal. And if you are wondering what he just sang, here are the words… http://www.moosebutter.com/lyrics.php/3 Happy Thanksgiving!
What, no shoes? November 20, 2008
As a special treat for my daughter last week, I took her to the mecca of fur-tastic capitalism for the under 10 set…Build A Bear. Actually, to be specific, Friends 2 Be Made (their doll division). We were on a hunt for the elusive Jayden, a celery hair fashion doll. Now, I am not completely altruistic in my motives, I am tired of hearing “I have to have it in order to have the Gem Band with my purple, pink, blue and orange jammin’ jewel dolls…plleease.”
So, to get you “in” the doll only costs twelve dollars. Big deal right? Totally do-able, I mean twelve dollars, you can’t even get a Barbie for that much. Then they up-sell you on the extras that your doll simply must have to live a fabulous life. Being a savvy customer, I am wise to their ploys. Between my own guilt purchases, and grandparent’s sprees we could probably host a decent table at a collectors show. We walk into the bubble gum pink and candy blue store. Hannah Montana is playing softly, and the store looks like daylight on a 1000 watt binge. I steel myself for the saccharine doll salesmen pitch from the teenage doll-ologist.
Bring on your best….we are only getting the doll.
My daughter be-lines for green yarn hair. She knows what she wants…five trees have been chopped down to make the promo mailers featuring “Jayden” that flood our mailbox alone. “Her Perkiness” bounces up to us and asks my daughter what her doll sounds like. My daughter looks up at me, I stand firm. No way! I know this trick, I am not buying the five dollar voice box that sounds like Cheerleader Chuckie when the batteries start dying in a month. Her perkiness looks a little miffed when I say:
“She doesn’t need one.”
“All jammin’ jewel girls need a voice!” reproof from a teen queen.
I let this slide. It is after all, supposed to be a happy day for my daughter, not a lecture in the cold reality of the world. Her perkiness starts in on the ritual of endowing the doll with attributes like artistic, talented, responsible and my favorite … superstar. She hands my daughter a satin taffeta heart and commands her to rub in on her tummy so the doll will never hunger, rub it on her brain so the doll can be brilliant like she, kiss it to let the doll know she is always loved…and on…and on. Finally, she stuffs the darn thing, and we can go onto the all important wardrobing.
I have already given into my daughter’s protest that you can’t bring home a naked doll. Why not? was my argument. The minute you get it home the clothes come off anyways, I am saving you time and me money. I concede though, but not the expensive one…. the outfit that cost more than the doll. We pick through the possibilities, it takes an hour. The doll has more clothes in her wardrobe than I have owned in my entire life.
Her perkiness has now turned into a personal shopper for our new acquisition, newly dubbed Clover. She trots out Lycra, satin, bags, glasses, dresses for cocktail and for the prom, karate Gui’s and soccer outfits so that Clover can be a well rounded girl. I glare at her. No I don’t think we need the Lycra rock star suit, and we don’t do karate. I find a cute little green satin shirt and capri’s. Feeling a little cheap under the accusatory eye of her perkiness, I turn my back to check out the price tags. I breathe a sigh of relief, we can still get out of there for under $30. As long as I can talk my daughter into it.
My winner argument…if we pick this outfit out, maybe we can find you one to match.
Bingo! We negotiate. She now likes the outfit, but really wants the shoes and guitar that matches the rock star outfit. She barters like a trial lawyer.
I find myself almost agreeing to the plastic guitar that does nothing, not even make a noise. Even Happy Meal toys make noise… I am sticking to my guns.
“No way! You always lose them 10 minutes after we get home, and all your other dolls have never worn their shoes past the parking lot.”
“Mommy, pllleeeease.” Blink, blink.
“Guitar or shoes….not both,” did I just say that?
I smile. We hug. Relieved that I have won the battle…I think… at least stood some ground. I go up to the register, and look around for her perkiness. She has given up on us long ago. We obviously are not her kind of customer.
She bops up, ignoring me…the one with the credit card…and hands my daughter a “special invite” for Bella Blue’s Birthday party. She is the blue yarn head doll. “You get to sign a big birthday card to her, and even get a special gift if you come!”
Recognizing me…finally… she tells me that there is even a special party dress for the doll we can buy, only twelve dollars. My arm starts hurting from the entire 60 pounds of my daughter pulling on it….”Pllleeeease.”
“Just the doll today.” I hand her my card decisively. I won!
Her perkiness looks into the box, and looks up at me with a horrified expression…as if I have abused the poor doll.
“Is there something wrong?”
“What,” she says disgusted. “No shoes?”
We finally escape. I feel like a bad doll mom. I let the poor piece of material stuffed with fluff leave the store without shoes on. What will all the other doll moms think of me?
My daughter looks at me, what about her outfit? She always remembers that stuff. The stuff that I say hoping she will forget it. But I won, so I am filled with largess. I steer her into the kids gap. We found this great shirt and capris to match…on sale…twelve dollars. I am euphoric. My daughter thinks I am a great mom.
We get up to pay.
“You know, we have great shoes that match this.”
…says her perkiness 2.
Slam Saturday July 12, 2008
The name of the game is Saturday Slam, everyone is welcome to play. I will give you a story theme and a sentence to start you off. You are allowed to write and add ONE SENTENCE. It doesn’t matter how long the sentence is, but it must be grammatically correct. Read the theme and the comments above you and add to the story. It can be dialogue, it could be character or setting development, your choice…but the idea is that at the end we have a story. The game starts Saturday morning and I will close it out Sunday night, and then post the entire story on Monday. Invite your blog friends to join to, the more sentences…the better the story. If Saturday Slam is fun, I will make it a regular feature. Ok here is your theme:
WHILE THE NURSE ENTERS WITH A SLEEPING PILL
Immersed in the Spirit July 8, 2008
I am so excited to share with you a new, powerful song that will be one of the cornerstones of our shows. This recording is a studio demo, so imagine it with a full band and choir… please take the words in and IMMERSE in the majesty that is our God.
The song was written by my friend, an amazing singer/songwriter David Paul Regier, who is the worship pastor of Southwest Christian Church. It is sung, by another friend, Scott Hill. Scott has mad skills as a vocalist; we featured him on our show Temecula Live last season. He is worship pastor at Murrieta Valley Church, and formerly was a lead singer with the Hill Family Singers. If you like these guys, check out their myspace Worship at the Merc . They do a monthly praise and worship night at the Old Town Temecula Theater Mercantile. It is an amazing night of praise and worship featuring regular and guest musicians and vocalists. I have to tell you that tickets go fast, and are only available by reservation. The will also be featured at the Temecula Gospel Festival. Auditions are open for the Festival, so if you are a regional So-Cal solo artist, Christian Group/Band or Choir, I highly recommend you try out. August 16, 2008 More information about auditions! or to register to audition
And now click the link, be blessed… IMMERSED … it’s worth it, I promise!
Gotta Laugh June 26, 2008
My son has a wonderful sense of humor. When something strikes him funny, he doesn’t hold back. His laugh fills the room… a head thrown back…deep belly laugh that brings tears to his eyes and an ear wide smile. It is the sound of pure bliss. I laugh, just because he is.
He loves old cartoons, you know the ones our parent’s watched when they were kids… Something I love about him. He is a lot like me in this way. I appreciate humor without swear words and complicated punch lines. When writing is funny, it doesn’t matter what age you are or era you live in… universal humor that crosses these lines…is magic.
Tex Avery, is a humorist like that….and his cartoon Magical Maestro (1952) is what brought my son to happy tears this morning. I figure we could all use some humor today, so here is your chance to fill a room with laughter and shed a few happy tears.
Better than Shoes June 21, 2008
My best friend Gwyn and I hired a babysitter and stole away late tonight. We went to see a great film about four girls in New York looking for love. For me, who spent a good deal of my 20’s watching and wishing I could strut around NYC in Manolo’s and Dior (going to flamboyant careers and fabulous events) like they, it was a closing note on that decade of my life.
It was fun to dress up in my most “designerly” dress and heels, and feel as fabulous as one can amid popcorn strewn floors and sticky arm rests. We shared laughter and tears… ooohed and awwed over which dresses and shoes we would “so” wear.
For the night, I lived glam vicariously…
and I got to thinking. I spent a lot of time wishing that I could experience the trappings of those character’s lives, when those characters were focused on finding what I have in REAL life… deep, meaningful love… unconditional acceptance… abiding joy… happiness and laughter ever day… a great, wonderful man… children who love you just as you are…time tested friendships…. relationship with an amazing, forgiving God.
As I was driving home… and moonlight illuminated the car interior… it’s blue light cast over the peaceful faces of my children sleeping in the backseat. Through the rearview mirror I saw my jewels, more valuable than anything. I realized my dreams were still there, they had just expanded, mellowed and rearranged themselves in even more beautiful and organic ways. Gone the desperation and need to put myself out there… gone the need to prove my worth to gain love… gone the frantic searching and unfulfillment…
I still have ambitions, dreams and desires…but the stuff that really matters…the stuff that really seeps in and glues up the cracks….
I have in spades.
I have love…I have acceptance… I have friendship… laughter, hugs and kisses…I have happiness and joy everyday in my life…
From the little corner of the world I live in… I realize that I am blessed. I am not searching anymore… I have come home… I am home.
(now, if someone offered me Manolo’s I wouldn’t turn them down:)
See you on the flip side…Amie
By their flair…ye shall know them May 13, 2008
My husband and I were at a fundraiser recently. It is one of the blue ribbon events in our community… if you are somebody, then you are there.
We are not “somebodies”.
My friend happens to be the director of the institute, and needed warm bodies for a few open seats that were left. Always striving to be appropriate, we dudded up in our finest and drove our domestic to one of the swanky wineries in town. We did not valet.
All the way there we shared a grin… we are such posers.
I scanned the silent auction items, proudly writing my bid number down on the interesting looking ones… we were there so early, we got to take the opening bid slots. My husband warns me, if they all hit, we are eating mac and cheese for a month.
I laugh, we will for certain be beat out… I mean the opening bids were $20. Don’t you know that a charity auction is not for bargain hunters, it is to raise money for their cause…. so, no worries, we will be outbid. This is the upper crust of our fair city’s citizens.
… most that were there…posers. Fortunately for my food budget, we only won two. Unfortunately for the charity, they came in a huge amount under their goal.
So how do we know by looking at people if they are genuine or not. In this day and age of labels…Gucci and Prada… and posers… leased prestige BMWs, no interest loans on mansions, 40 year college loans on ivy league… how do we wade through them and find truth about people…who they really are and what they stand for? I mean, act your wage. Isn’t that a huge contributing factor to the economy going down the drain? People are posing.
This is why I appreciate the military system. By their flair, ye shall know them. I was struck by this on base recently. Simply by looking at the Marines around me, I could tell upwards of ten significant things about them. No words required. Depending on the uniform they are wearing:
1. I know how to address them
2. what their job is
3. the places in the world they have been
4. what kind of education they have
5. how much they really earn
6. where they live (base stationed at)
7. their Job performance
8. How crazy they are (All the services wear different cammies and uniforms from each other, you can spot a Marine a mile away)
9. Merit, heroism, bravery….
10. All the obvious things like rank, last name, unit, schools they’ve gone to, how great of a shot they are (rifle and pistols), how many times they have deployed…and to where….if they fly, what they fly and how long they have been… among others.
You truly can get a whole snapshot of who they are the moment you are observing them. Those are not silly things, like what kind of phone they use or car they drive…they are significant things about who they are as people.
These are just observations. I am not advocating everyone start wearing little emblems of themselves everywhere…although if you think about it, we already do…. there is just no governing body to regulate and police proper, honest display of them. It would be an interesting social experiment though… wearing patches and medals to tell the story of who you really are….
1. Spent all my food money on this Prada Bag and am living on top raman now.
2. This BMW is really leased….or better yet, my other car is a enterprise rent-a-car
3. Living on my parent’s couch once my no-interest loan comes due on my gated 6bdrm.
1. I just got back from refuge relief in Tanzania
2. I just helped build houses for Habitat.
3. I love my children.
My husband is laughing at me as I write this. I am the girl who won’t even wear the nametag at church…I like to force people to say hi and ask my name. I like to force myself to remember theirs. (Plus I get creeped out by people looking at my boobs all the time…squinting to read the nametag)
I can’t help thinking how differently we would look at the people we meet if this was the case? Would we get to know people better or ostracize them more…if they wore their truth on sleeves and collars. What would yours say… let me know?