GROWING UP IN CALIFORNIA

Friday, March 30, 2007

Yesterday, the whole 4th grade -- and 4th grades in many places in San Diego, it seems -- participated in a Gold Rush Day. It was a re-enactment of the 49ers and the California settlements during the Gold Rush.

This thing was way elaborate. Don and my friend Joan's husband, Tom, were in charge of getting hay bales for the decor. We are city slickers and I daresay have never purchased hay, so naturally, this was a to-do. Not to mention spray-painting 50 pounds of pea gravel gold, which was spread over the whole school field for "mining". We had to sneak a letter into school a week in advance so that the Pony Express could deliver it as a surprise to the kids. It was a-somethin'.

The Pony Express delivers during lunch

Growing up in Missouri, we had to learn a unit on Mark Twain and I think we had a field trip to some caves... but I don't think we did anything this involved on Missouri state history. So we were all amazed by it!

Sarah worked in a group with 3 other girls. The kids had to create and learn to put up a tent and they had to sell a product or service. They decided that they wanted to get there earlier than any other group so that they could be the first to stake their claim on the gold fields. So there we were at 7:15 in the morning!

At 7:45, the kids were let onto the field and I schlepped our huge cooler filled with ice over to the Saloon, where I had to work the early shift. After we set up the saloon, I had some time, so I went to see how the girls were faring with their tent-building.

Not So Good Actually. One of the girls was screaming at a group of boys next to them: HEY THAT'S OUR CLAIM! GET OUTTA THERE! (This was not affecting the offending parties in the least) The other 3 girls were hopping up and down holding some twine. They told me that when they went to get their deed and stakes at the PO, the rope they were given to stake out their claim was tangled up, so they couldn't get any further.

I figured, hey, if I untangle a rope that was supposed to come untangled in the first place, that's not really "helping" per se. So I took the rope and untangled it and explained to the kids that they should stop yelling at the boys. After all, in the actual Gold Rush, people probably got killed over their claims. There was no "hey no fair, I got here first". So the boys were just being authentic to the spirit of the times. They all stared at me as if I had 7 eyes, and continued to berate their neighbors.

After the stakes were up, they constructed their tent. Actually it was more of an awning. I am not sure any of these girls would have enjoyed the actual Gold Rush so much.




The kids' "tent"










After the tent was up and they had posted their deed, things seemed to calm down a bit. The kids collected gold from their claim and any unclaimed areas in tin cans, and then set off about the task of seeing what there might be for sale and selling their own goods -- signs made out of popsicle sticks and twine. This was a clever thing to sell, because each team had to have a sign identifying their team name. Being kids, some of the claims forgot the signs they had prepared beforehand. And who doesn't need a sign?

Sarah and her friend Emily took their show on the road... they roamed through the crowds selling their signs instead of waiting till kids came to them. Sarah said this was her favorite part of the whole day!

They did a variety of activities throughout the day, some of which they had to "pay" for with their gold, and some of which they wouldn't have paid for in a million years (aka square dancing with BOYS).

Working the saloon was fun. I was reminded that root beer could be called "sasparilla" by Old Timers... a fourth grade boy had to gently re-educate me. A teacher came by at one point and said, "OK... we need to get you a list of the kids that are allowed to do this activity at this time. We've heard we have had kids ditching out of their assigned activities to hang out at the saloon." I told her: Great! Isn't that probably the way it was in the real Gold Rush? She stared at me as if I had 7 eyes, and continued to pass out the rotation lists.

LEFT: That's Emily at the front of the sack race.
RIGHT: Yippee Kay Yay! Sarah spent most of her gold riding the various horses in the "town."

The day culminated with the Gold Rush Show which marked THE END OF THE RECORDER UNIT... and there was much rejoicing. Though Sarah was one of 4 kids picked to also play the kazoo. Which they let her keep. So we have a whole collection of Most Annoying Woodwinds in the house.

The boy to the very left in the row behind Sarah is Ben, Joan's son! And there's Emily to the left in the front row, though she's grown some facial hair since lunchtime. Gotta watch out for that chili...

SHE FREAKS ME OUT

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

That's Becca on the rope! When I was in junior high, I couldn't even get above shoulder-height.

YOU PEOPLE ARE NO HELP

Monday, March 26, 2007

Well, after many posts, emails, and calls, I have an even tie between those of you who say I can't count the new Michele, and those who say she of course does count.

I think I'm going to count her in. She will certainly have something to add, and also, good lipliner tips.

DOES SHE COUNT?

Friday, March 23, 2007

Don says that Cop Beauty Pageant Michele doesn't count as a real Michelle Edelman because she married into the name... do you agree?

I don't agree... I think she is a TRUE Michelle Edelman because she has taken on the identity. It's her name. People say, hey Michelle Edelman, and she turns around.

What do YOU think?!

QUEST FOR MORE MICHELLE EDELMANS - PART IV

Thursday, March 22, 2007

As you know, I am on a quest to gather all the Michelle Edelmans and have a little conclave. And they just keep turning up.

Get a load of this one.


Apparently she's a COP and she was a finalist in the Mrs. New Jersey pageant! Oh my god. We are practically TWINS!!!

Here is a story about her that was posted in the Morris County New Jersey paper:

An arresting beauty hoping to be next Mrs. New Jersey
Randolph cop jumps back into competition


Michele Edelman has been a Randolph police officer for close to seven years. In that time she's been the Randolph Middle School resource officer and a patrolwoman. She married fellow police Officer Kurt Edelman, and the couple have two young children.

Edelman, 34, a Stillwater resident, now is hoping to tie her career and married life together to become Mrs. New Jersey. The competition, opened to all married women in the state, will be held on May 6 in Lakewood, and the winner has a chance to compete in the Mrs. United States competition later this year.

"I used to compete in pageants in my early 20s, and that's what paid for part of my schooling,"Edelman said last week. -- SEE! DEFINITELY TWINS!

Edelman said she placed as first runner-up in Miss Sussex County and Miss Morris County pageants more than a decade ago. More recently, she and her husband were watching television one night and saw the advertisement for the Mrs. New Jersey competition. Edelman, who never lost the desire to compete, decided to throw her name in the ring and will represent Stillwater in the pageant, which celebrates its 20th anniversary this year. "Really, what it focuses on is being a (married) woman today," she said. She added that she has met a few of her fellow contestants, some of whom are physical therapists and others who are stay-at-home moms.

The pageant has swimsuit and evening gown competitions, as well as an interview. There isn't a skill that needs to be demonstrated. Edelman's happy because her husband will be escorting her onstage during the evening gown event. -- WHAT IS THERE TO ADD. THIS IS HIGHLY ENTERTAINING.

According to the pageant Web site, the first-place winner gets $1,000, along with an assortment of clothing, jewelry, and modeling-related prizes from various sponsors, as well as a trip to Las Vegas for the Mrs. United States pageant.

Runners-up also win cash prizes that range from $100 to $500. Mrs. New Jersey also will have the ability to promote a platform. Edelman's cause is Concerns of Police Survivors, or COPS, an organization that lends support for family members who have lost a loved one in the line of duty and provides scholarships for children of slain officers.

Edelman said her fellow officers sometimes joke with her about being in a beauty pageant, but it's all in good fun, and the department is supportive. -- YES. I'M SURE MALE POLICE OFFICERS JOKING WITH A FEMALE ABOUT BEING A BEAUTY QUEEN IS NOTHING BUT SUPPORTIVE.

Edelman even said that motorists she's stopped have commented that she should take to the stage, and this is after she has issued them a ticket. -- REALLY, LADY! HONEST! IT ISN'T JUST A PICKUP LINE!

"Being a police officer, I've gotten it a lot," she said. "You should be a model, you should be in pageants." Edelman said she thinks she is emblematic of the ideal married woman. "I really believe I represent today's married woman," she said. "I feel I have a very prestigious job" in addition to a well-rounded family. -- ME TOO! I AM THE IDEAL MARRIED WOMAN! SHE WIELDS A BILLY CLUB, I HAVE A LAPTOP! BRING ON MORE MICHELLE'S!

HAVE A CALIFORNIA MOMENT


Stare at this for a few minutes. The image is static, but appears to be moving! FAR OUT MAN

GOOD GRIEF

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Sarah is sick AGAIN. This will be our 4th bottle of Children's Motrin this month. This is getting ooooooold.

FIRE!

Sunday, March 18, 2007

It was a boring Sunday. So we lit our house on fire to spice things up.

It was 50s and a little chilly so we thought a fire in the fireplace might be nice. Don put in a log and lit it like he always does. Only this time, smoke started billowing into the living room! Apparently it helps to open the flue... Don is usually great with anything mechanical, and for the first time since I have known him, got his wires crossed.

Much hopping around ensued. There was no choice but to get the blazing log out of the house. Don ran to get a bucket and grabbed the log with a towel, saying "Oh God, please don't let me set the house on fire!" As he ran outside with the flaming bucket, embers fell from the log onto the fireplace and we had some nice little flame spouts going.

I ran for the fire extinguisher - which we keep in the kitchen for when I get the urge to make omelets - and pulled out the pin. Shit! Why isn't anything happening? Don grabbed it and sprayed. Apparently it helps to push down on the huge honkin' button that says PUSH HERE.

And then the fire alarms started blaring. No fire guys showed up, which was disappointing to Becca, she thought she might have a reunion from her ambulance ride.

Everything's good now, except it smells like we had a barbecue inside the house.

Becca tells the highlights:

WHEN I DIE, CAN I COME BACK AS EDDIE?

Friday, March 16, 2007

POSITIVE THINKING

Starting to feel a sore throat... I am not getting sick, I am not getting sick...

5 YEARS AGO

Sunday, March 11, 2007

A little underweight girl was born in the middle of nowhere. Literally. In a tiny town near Tomsk, Siberia, she let out her first cry. This morning she asked me, "did my birthmom kiss me?" And yes, I'm sure she did. And named her: Natalia. Many doctors looked after Natalia, assessed her health, comforted her, wondered about her future. She was put on watch for her heart murmur. She was fed. She slept.

That little baby is sleeping on my couch right now in an Ariel costume. I'm thankful for all the people who helped her into the world, and got us to this place.

HIGHLIGHTS FROM FEBRUARY

Chillin' in the Relaxation Garden... ..........Becca in the Polish House, Balboa Park

Baking their brains out.........Becca and Sarah tired from all the running around


And a quite unusual jumprope contest:

IF YOU CAN'T BEAT 'EM...

Don is now sick.

SARAH'S LIMERICK

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Sarah has to write limericks for class. Here's her first one.

Here lives a dog named Eddie.
He likes a lot of petties.
He is very sweet
And has four soft feet.
And he loves to sleep in my beddie.

That's so cute I feel like I might get diabetes living here!!!

PAR-TAY






Oh Happy Day!

Today was Becca's 5th birthday party. She requested gymnastics and ice cream cake, so that's what she got! I'll put up some highlight films in this post.

I did learn a new thing about California lingo through the party planning process. I have learned that in California, RSVP means "I will call you and chase your ass down to figure out whether your kid is coming." Even when I placed follow-up calls to some of these parents, they didn't call back! Listen, I don't care if you have plans! I just want to know how much pizza I gotta buy! And when it's your turn to have 15 preschoolers on your hands, face it, you want to know too!






I am also so proud of myself for learning from my prior kid-birthday-party-giving past.
  • I did not have a pinata. Although nowadays, there are these newfangled pinatas with strings on them and each kid pulls a string instead of whacks it with a bat. Well, except Becca, who grabs a whole fistfull of strings. Still, it's a kinder gentler pinata. At Sarah's 4th birthday, I realized too late that you don't want to hand 3-year-olds a baseball bat. One little slugger made the parents back up and the kids all duck.
  • I had extra hands. My friend Allison made up for my shameless lack of crepe paper skills. And Don put himself in charge of the food.
  • I did not have live animals in my house. At Sarah's 6th birthday, we had a live animal show at our house and all was well until Milo the Chicken fell off his tightrope and into the kindergartners, including Sarah Guzik, who is deathly afraid of animals and whom we had to beg and cajole to sit up front with our Sarah and she would only do it while clutching her Blankie. And then wound up with a chicken in her lap. It was a flurry of feathers and screaming, crying people for a solid 30 seconds.

  • I did not have it in my house. At Sarah's 3rd birthday, we did tie-dying and a frozen daiquiri machine. At the same party. I will not describe.

  • I did not have a marathon. Preschoolers are perfectly happy with a 1.5 hour party. And this way nobody really has time to get hurt, barf, or start a fight. Including onlooking parents.

  • I coached Becca in advance about being a good hostess... that means you greet your guests, say please and thank you, no fighting or biting, and you give out treat bags and balloons to other people at the end. Even if the guest is a mortal enemy of yours in real life.

I had energy left over to get Sarah to do her make-up homework!

HOT POTATO GERM

Friday, March 09, 2007

Becca's getting better. Now Sarah's home from school with the virus again. Perhaps we need to get a seance to get the beast to leave? I think if Don has to stay home with a miserable pile of girl flesh one more day...

SOMETHING IN THE WATER

Sunday, March 04, 2007

We went to the birthday party of one of our neighbor's kids today, and nearly all the women there were pregnant. It was eerie... I felt as if I was in some sort of bad sci-fi movie.

The mom of the family runs the Olivenhain Water District. She tells me that because of the prevalence of certain drugs in society now, and the insolubility of some of them, prescription drugs are now starting to be detectable in the water supply. Including faint traces of Viagra. So just by drinking the water, we're taking drugs here in Olivenhain. Is that related to all the pregnant ladies? You be the judge...

SICK OF SICK

Saturday, March 03, 2007

Sarah's better. Becca is coming down with it.