Thursday, January 21, 2010

Toot, toot

I don't usually like to toot my own horn (False. I like to toot my own horn whenever I can.), but I have to blog about my successful pizza-making last night because I was pretty proud of myself. For Christmas, my brother and sister-in-law gave us a pizza stone, pizza peel, and this bad boy:

We had no choice but to get down to business and make some pizzas!

I decided that I didn't want to bite off more than I could chew, so for this pizza-making endeavor, I kept it simple and just made the dough from the book's recipe. An entire CPK pizza will have to wait until I have honed my pizza/dough-making skills. The book explains how to make the dough, shape the dough, throw the dough, and then cook the pizzas. Everything was pretty straight-forward, but throwing the dough was a little tricky. It took some practice, but I got it down fairly well. No pictures of that since Jared was busy with class while I was throwing it. I think the pizzas turned out pretty well, though, and I'm excited to make some of the actual CPK pizzas, including my favorite, the Tostada Pizza. Mmmmm!

Here are the finished products:

Point Lobos

My sister and brother-in-law stayed for a few days after New Year's and we decided to head to Point Lobos for a day before they left. The weather was spectacular and the waves were enormous. Some pictures from the day:

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

A Chip Off the Old Block

My mom, she's a great lady and the best mom ever. But, if you're in need of some sympathy, best to go to someone else. When I was growing up, if any of us got hurt, my mom's best words of comfort were, "you'll live." Apparently, my mom's tough love technique has rubbed off on me as evidenced by this little scene in our apartment tonight:

We had just finished dinner and Mr. Frisby was doing the dishes, so I plopped down on the couch to relax for a few minutes before I had to go to YW. I had just sat down when I heard a loud "Ow!!!" from the kitchen. I waited to see if another would follow. It did, and then a "Shoot" and then another "Ow." So, I asked what happened as I walked into the kitchen to assess the situation. Our conversation went something like this:

MF - "I skewered my hand on that stupid Cutco knife that was in the silverware basket!"

*A little side note - The Cutco knife was placed in the silverware basket by Mr. Frisby himself in spite of my repeatedly telling him to put the sharp knives in the top rack.

Me - Silence. I just looked at the wound, trying to assess the damages.
MF - "It went in really deep. I could see way into my hand before it started bleeding."
Me - "Well, do you think it needs stitches?" (I couldn't tell - it was bleeding too much)
MF - "Yeah, probably. If it wasn't for that stupid Cutco knife in the silverware basket..."
Me - "Well, that's why you're supposed to put them in the top rack of the dishwasher."

Not a "Oh, that must hurt" or a "Oh, I'm really sorry" or a "Oh, what can I do to help".

Tough love. Sorry, honey. It's how I was raised. But, before you all think I'm the biggest jerk ever, I did drive him to the ER and waited with him for the hour it took for him to be seen. I didn't make him finish the dishes when we got home. And I only asked him once if he had learned his lesson about putting the sharp knives in the silverware basket. I even asked him how he was doing when I got home after YW. So, I think that means I'm only a little jerk.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

The Holidays Drag On

Okay, the holidays didn't really drag on - they were, as always, far too short! But, my posting about them is dragging on, so it's time to crank another one out. On New Year's Eve, we decided to go whale watching for the day. I've never been whale watching, so I was a little nervous that maybe I would get seasick. But, I didn't get seasick at all and we had a great time. We went out of Moss Landing and saw lots of Sea Lions and Sea Otters on the way out to the open ocean. The Gray Whales have just started their migration to Mexico, so there weren't many, but we did find a few of them traveling in a group, so we followed them for awhile and it was pretty cool. Below, the picture documentation:

My dad, ready for the adventure

The whales are usually 8-10 miles out and it takes over an hour to get out that far. My nephew, Gary, makes good use of the time

One of the first things we saw of the whales was their blowing and we were so excited!

Next was their tales. Our boat-man (and by boat-man I mean captain) said they only flip their tales out right before they dive down.

Other happy whale-watchers

Mr. Frisby with three of my sister's kids, Maddie, Sam, and Cara

Sea Lions, just chillin' on the buoy

Sea Otter - So cute!

And, a Pelican in a Pear Tree! Just kidding

Yay for Marine Wildlife! After whale-watching we headed to my sister's house to ring in the New Year!

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Leah Gets an iPhone

I got ambitious enough:

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

More Holiday Fun or Max Day, 2009

On Wednesday, the 30th, the plan was to go see Wicked. Since Mr. Frisby and I have already seen (and loved) Wicked, we agreed to watch my sister's youngest (Max, age 4.75, also affectionately referred to as Buster for all you Arrested Development fans) so everyone else could go and enjoy the show. My sister prepped us for the babysitting gig by informing us that the way to Max's heart was through soda (as evidenced by one of Max's favorite Christmas gifts, a 24-pack of Root Beer). That bit of info was duly noted and we were determined to show Max a great time. We picked Max up and headed out while everyone else headed off to the show. Our first order of business was lunch at McDonald's. Max loves McDonald's because they have soda. On the way to lunch, Max asked us about the day's itinerary wanting to know what we would do after McDonald's and all other subsequent activities. I'm quite sure he memorized every activity we had planned out in the order we planned it. At McDonald's, Max ordered a happy meal, not caring which one as long as it came with fries and soda since that's all he would eat. And of course a toy. He quickly ate his fries and some of mine and drank his soda. He left his hamburger for me to eat. After eating, it was time to play in the play place. He seemed to have a great time climbing through the play place and going down the slides.

As we left McDonald's for our next adventure, Max exclaimed, "McDonald's, check!" Then it was off to the Billy Jones Wildcat Railroad in Los Gatos. Max seemed pretty excited about the prospect of riding a train, so I was a little worried that he would take it hard when we got to the train only to find that it was only open on weekends during the winter. He took it well, though, with our next activity in mind. He simply said, "alright. Let's go get ice cream." There was a big park by the train, though, so we told Max we could stay and play at the park for a little while before we went to the ice cream place. He was fine with that and we went over to check the playground out. First up was the swings. He anxiously waited for one to open up. As soon as a swing freed up, Max hopped on and had Uncle Mr. Frisby push him. As he swung higher and higher, Max exclaimed, "I'm higher than South America right now. I'm higher than Jesus!" Mr. Frisby and I lost it. After the swings, Max ran around to check out the rest of the playground. There was a little window near one of the slides. One kid was sitting in the window yelling, "cheeseburgers, 5 dollars! Cheeseburgers, 5 dollars!" Max watched him for awhile. Then he ran up to him, said, "I'll take 20,000 for free!", slapped him on the shoulder and yelled, "thanks!" as he ran off. Once again, Mr. Frisby and I lost it. The park was fun and after a slide race between Max and Mr. Frisby, we headed off to get ice cream. As we walked to the car, Max declared, "Park, check!"

We took Max to a gelato place in Los Gatos. He was super excited and informed us that he wanted chocolate in a cone before we even got there. When we walked in the door, Max yelled, "do they have chocolate?" I think the man behind the counter was amused and he quickly responded, "we sure do, buddy." I told Max they could do half chocolate and half vanilla if he wanted and he decided to go for that. Later in the day he informed us that getting ice cream was his favorite thing we did.

After Max finished his ice cream, we headed out the door and Max said, "Ice cream, check!" Next it was off to see some animals. We wanted to take him to Deer Hollow Farm at Rancho San Antonio, but it closed early. So, instead we took him to a little farm at McClellan Ranch Park in Cupertino. It's not as good, but Max was pretty excited to see the animals. When we got there, we learned that there had been a ringworm outbreak amongst the animals, so we could only check them out from afar. While looking at the pigs, I remarked to Max that they smelled pretty bad. He inhaled deeply, then turned his head in disgust making vomit noises and shaking his head. After checking out the animals we walked over to the river where Max was very excited about the propect of throwing rocks in the water.

After throwing a few rocks, we headed a little farther down the trail and Max learned all about Poison Oak. He saw a sign pointing it out and so Uncle Mr. Frisby was kind enough to explain to Max that he shouldn't touch those plants or he would get a rash. From then on, Max kept talking about the dirty rash and not touching the plants. After a few minutes of walking, Max asked if we were going to keep going. I told him it was up to him and asked what he wanted to do. He said he wanted to go home. We didn't have anything else specific planned, but we still had some time to kill before the others got back from the show. So, I asked Max if he wanted to go to the park. He agreed. I took him to a park that I used to love as a kid. We called it the boat park because they have a big "steamship" to climb all over. Max loved the boat and immediately claimed his captain status when he found the wheel.

They've changed the boat park since I was a kid, however. It's pretty lame now. Aside from the giant steamship structure, there isn't much there. And Max quickly wore out his welcome when he wouldn't let any of the other kids touch the steering wheel. I told Max that the park was lame and that we could go to a better one. A little girl playing nearby was quick to inform me that there were better parks we could go to and she would be happy if I took Max to one of them. Max consented and off we went to park number two. The second park was a big hit with lots of new things to play on including a climbing wall and periscope. Max had a great time.

As the sun started to go down, we told Max that we needed to get going. Everyone else would be getting back from the show soon, so we needed to go home. He really didn't want to. So, I told him that we could stop and get soda on the way home. He quickly agreed, so we stopped at 7-11 on the way home to get him some Root Beer. Hopefully Max had a good time. Though we weren't entertained in the same way everyone else was, we were definitely entertained. And when all of his siblings got home, Max informed them that they just had to sit there and watch a show. He had gotten soda and ice cream and gone to three parks, etc, etc. I think everyone had a good time!

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Holiday Fun

Mr. Frisby and I have had a very busy and exciting holiday season. Two of my sisters and their families came into town, so there were many fun activities planned. For this post, I will just stick with Christmas Eve and Christmas. The Sabins arrived in time for Christmas and our festivities started on Christmas Eve. We had appetizers for dinner, played games, acted out the nativity, and had a great time hanging out. Then it was time to get the kids to bed so Santa could make his deliveries.

An awe-inspired shepherd plays his part well

The nativity players

The littlest wise man has had enough

Christmas morning was the typical frenzy of present opening with it culminating in my mom's near hysterics over getting an iPhone. I don't know if I've ever seen a better reaction to a present. Thank goodness we had the video camera rolling. I might even post the video if I get ambitious enough. After all the excitement, Christmas took a turn for the worse when we (and by we I mean I) dropped our big kid camera. The lens was definitely busted. But we didn't know if the camera still worked, so we had to search for the lens from Mr. Frisby's old film SLR. Christmas was saved when we switched out the lens and the camera was once again operable. But, the lens is not quite as good as the broken one, so it looks like we have our next big purchase all planned out.

Let the wild rumpus begin!

George works on a present in the midst of the mêlée

The frenzy continues

My mom, triumphantly clutching her new iPhone

In spite of the camera mishap, Christmas was good and it was wonderful to enjoy it with family. We had a lovely Christmas dinner and enjoyed the day in typical eat, relax, play games, eat again, relax again fashion. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!