>Extreme Toy Story – er, I mean Shopping

>The difference between the men and the boys may be the price of their toys, but do their parents wait in line and rush the store to find them? Not here.

My husband and I never really dove into the Overnight Campout in the Parking Lot routine. Our kiddos might have enjoyed the Toy of the Year, but we didn’t have the time, money, or energy to pursue it. We have been clever, though, in the name of gift-giving.

When Furbies were all the rage, I managed to snag one on Amazon before they ran out.

When our beloved Green Bay Packers won Super Bowl XXXI (shhh, don’t remind me how long ago that was), we called around town for days to find the Locker Room Cap that La Petite wanted. After a few calls I began to feel a little punchy. The store employee would say, “No, I’m sorry, we’re all out.” I would then ask, “Well, do you have Tickle Me Elmo (the current Toy of the Year) in stock?” Most of them paused, then broke out laughing. They understood.

Husband surprised me with a pink Packer baseball cap, the charity cap that donated to breast cancer research with every purchase. Those were incredibly hard to get! He won major Husband points for getting to the Packer Pro Shop when a new shipment had just come in (Hugs, dear, you’re still terrific). He’ll claim it was luck; he often goes to Lambeau Field as part of his regular workday, so he just checked in the shop each time he arrived.

La Petite’s boyfriend used to camp out before the Black Friday deals at the Big Box Electronics store. She liked to visit the tent of determined shoppers, but she was never enthusiastic enough to spend the night in a tent during late November in the close-to-frozen tundra land. I wasn’t even excited enough to visit; I sent cookies instead.

Since giving is more important than receiving, we’ve made a point of donating to Toys for Tots and our local schools’ Adopt-a-Family programs every year in December. Amigo likes to and pick out something nice for the donation box, and he has good taste. During Hasbro’s Hot Summer Toy Event, Hasbro is donating one toy to Toys for Tots for every Hasbro toy purchased. For a little extra fun, take a look at this Hot Summer Toy Event Video. Don’t you wish your toys could – ahem, maybe not.

This post was suggested by Parent Bloggers Network, where you can find more posts about Extreme Toy Shopping. I suspect some will be much more dramatic than mine….

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>Change is good.

>Change can be exciting! Getting a new design was both fun and scary. What if I lost control over changes? What if I didn’t like it? What if it ended up looking good, but wasn’t user-friendly?

All is well. It’s an exciting step up after two years of blogging on an average template that anyone on Blogger could have.

The hardest part of the process was choosing a background. The background takes up a small amount of space, but it’s crucial to the mood and spirit of the blog. It has to reflect the writer, but not detract from the writing. Colors, style, and the rest enter into a decision.

In the process I realized that I really need to learn HTML. If I knew even a little HTML, I’d be more helpful in making layout and set-up decisions. Husband uses Microsoft Frontpage for his web site; a little knowledge of that software would be handy, too. Perhaps that would lead to more success with Technorati tags, too. There’s so much I don’t know; so many fascinating and useful tools!

I took off to visit my injured brother for a few days just when the new template was about to launch. This would have been fine if (and that’s a big IF) I’d been able to get online. As it was, his home internet wireless is weak, and his dial-up is quite slow. I could receive email but not answer it, and that made it tough to communicate with Margalit while she was putting together the finishing touches. My solution was (you guessed it) a trip to Starbucks. Their new orange mango banana smoothie is delicious.

Now that it’s up and running, I’m thrilled. Yippee! Compost Happens gets a makeover! And I don’t even have to weed or water it!

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>Thanks, Campbell’s, and Amigo, too.

>Amigo enjoys reading recipes. He subscribes to Campbell’s Meal Mail, which send recipes to his inbox regularly. He saves his favorites, prints a few in Braille and, if I’m lucky, print. He sent this one to me, and I modified it slightly to meet my family’s tastes. It cooked up easily and turned out quite tasty. In fact, it was so quick and easy it might become a staple for my Sept.-June recipe repertoire!

Fabulous Fast Shrimp
adapted from Campbell’s Kitchen

Prep/Cook Time: 20-30 minutes (See what I mean?)

1 Tablespoon butter or margarine
1 small stalk celery, chopped thin
1/4 cup chopped green pepper
1/4 cup chopped green onion
1 small russet potato, peeled and chopped
1/4 cup fresh (or frozen, then thawed) peas
1 lb. fresh large shrimp, shelled and deveined
1 can (10 3/4 ox.) cream of chicken soup
1/2 cup water
(generous dash ground red pepper to taste – optional)
hot cooked rice or egg noodles
paprika

Hear butter in skillet over medium heat. Add celery, green pepper, green onions, and potato and cook until tender. Add shrimp and cook 3-5 minutes or until shrimp are done.
Add peas, soup, water, and red pepper (if desired) and heat through. Serve over rice or egg noodles. Sprinkle with paprika.

Daisy’s tips:
Due to Amigo’s tender tummy, I skipped the red pepper and sprinkled the whole thing with lemon & pepper instead. The original recipe called for twice as much celery. Husband doesn’t like celery, so I cut that in half.
The original recipe called for cream of mushroom soup. La Petite doesn’t do mushrooms, so I used cream of chicken. If Husband would tolerate it, cream of celery would probably work, too.
The original recipe suggested serving over rice. Amigo doesn’t like rice, so I introduced the option of egg noodles, which La Petite apparently prefers, too.
Lots of leftover rice; I’ll have to check Campbell’s Kitchen for a few ways to use this up. Sigh.

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>BlogNot

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No, I’m not going to BlogHer. It’s okay; I wasn’t planning on it. I gave it some serious thought last year because it was only a four hour drive from my home, but that was as far as I got. I could have stayed with relatives in the area and taken the train into town, but it just didn’t seem worthwhile for me.
For me. Before you jump down my throat, fellow bloggers, I said “me.” I blog for fun. I get a lot out of it, it’s cheaper than therapy, and I’ve made a lot of virtual friends. But folks, I just can’t justify the cost of a conference like this on my family budget.
Just for fun (Fun! people. Have a sense of humor! Really!) I’ll post my very own version of BlogNot.
Shoes! Oops, these aren’t mine. They belong to La Petite, she of the tiny feet. If tiny feet were a sign of royalty, she’d be the Queen.

Must decide what to pack (snicker). Oh, this isn’t my luggage either – it’s Amigo’s, preparing for camp. (sorry, pix are still in the camera. Not that they’re interesting…)

Laptop! Laptop bag! Cute, isn’t it? There’s a story behind it, too.

Plane tickets – nope.
Fill minivan with gas – well, yes, that needs doing no matter what.
Check tire pressure – on the spare, too!
And take off – but not for BlogHer. Not this time. I’m just on my way to my brother’s house, to see if we can run a few errands and handle a few chores for him while he is recuperating from his broken leg and broken wrist.
And if we get really lucky, La Petite and I might just stop at the Converse outlet store on the way home.

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>Penny for your thoughts?

>In today’s inflation, I’d need to offer more than one cent. Luckily, the Penny who turned up on my doorstep wasn’t made of copper; she was made of intelligence, dedication, and guts. Penny Bernard Schaber, candidate for state assembly in my district, stopped by to talk.
Penny knows that health care is a huge issue for all people. She understands that our school funding formulas are deeply flawed. She values the natural environment. She recognizes that the recession touches all of us, even in our relatively stable Happy Valley. Penny knows that money are tight all over, and it’ll take tough decisions to make a state budget work.
I was pleased that Penny listened as much as she talked. When I told her about my classroom’s windows, permanently stuck either open or closed because I can’t lift or lower them, she knew I wasn’t making it up. She also knew that my school isn’t asking for extravagances; just basic maintenance that current funding doesn’t cover.
Regular readers know my saying: All politics are local.
If you’ve read any of my posts on politics, you’ll know I also believe that involvement is crucial. Folks, make an informed vote. Read. Think. Better yet, take some time and help out the candidate who makes the most sense to you.
For my district, State Assembly District 57, it’s Penny Bernard Schaber.

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>World Language? Bilingual is where it’s at.

>Obama ignited a few fires when he recommended teaching American students a second language. I have one question for the doubters.

What’s the problem?!!?

Many Americans grow up with the Ugly American Entitlement attitude. Contrary to some popular belief, we’re not always popular. The “Speak English and do it now!” attitude contributes to this problem.
I’ve taught many children who spoke another language before they spoke English. Some spoke Hmong, some Arabic, Spanish, Portuguese, and more. In addition to my native Midwestern dialect of American English, I speak a fair amount of Spanish.
The best advantage to an elementary teacher like me isn’t the Spanish vocabulary, although that’s extremely helpful. The real advantage comes from experiences in learning and respecting cultures that differ from my own.
I don’t speak Hmong, but I’ve learned a great deal about the Hmong people, their history, and their culture. I’ve also met several families who came from Brazil to live here in the U.S. My Spanish is no match for their Brazilian Portuguese, but rather reminds me how challenging it is to read and learn in a new language. I learned to enjoy the student who grew up speaking English, encouraged by his bilingual mother (Arabic and English). Then there was the family from Somalia by way of Egypt; the children were very well educated in their native Arabic. Learning English set them back, frustrating the intelligent and capable children for a while.
Regular readers of Compost Happens know that I am hearing impaired. I chose not to learn ASL, American sign language, because I live and work in a hearing world. Instead, I wear two powerful hearing aids and I’m learning to read lips. Like another language, these are tools that help me communicate.
A teaching colleague told me about her husband’s job which includes frequent travel to China. No one, not one employee at the manufacturer, speaks Chinese. He began learning the language as a professional courtesy. If his local school district started a language program in Chinese, the career possibilities for their graduates would increase exponentially. Not only would they be well equipped to work for the local enginemaker, but they’d have an understanding of another culture that is very different from their own.
And that, my friends, is priceless.

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>Summertime, summertime, the book affairs of summertime

>There is pressure in being first, and there is pressure in being last. When I saw the schedule for book reviews and realized mine was last on the list, I wondered two things: Will anyone read it after all the others have already come out? and What if mine doesn’t measure up?

Now that I’ve finished A Summer Affair by Elin Hilderbrand, I’m not as concerned about the second question. It’s a good book, easy to review. And the first? Well, I really can’t control the number of readers, can I?


A friend and co-worker used to say, “Guilt is a wasted emotion.” Claire Danner Crispin is a woman who feels guilt deeply, even when she isn’t at fault. Claire is an artist, a mother, a wife, and an all-around good friend. She isn’t an A-list local celeb in her home of Nantucket, so when the head of an important charity asks her to co-chair a major event, she swallows her surprise and says yes. The inevitable guilt presents itself immediately, though, in the form of explaining to her husband that she is taking on this near full-time responsibility and going back to her artwork as well. She understands that her connections to a major rock star (her high school sweetheart) and her career as a blown-glass sculptor are the main reasons she’s been asked to chair the event, but she still takes it on. If she’d known – but how can anyone ever know in advance? – how her involvement with the charity and its leader would complicate her life… but no spoilers, really.

Guilt. Claire feels guilt for actions she’s taken and for actions she hasn’t. She feels a heavy burden for a friend’s car accident: after all, it was Claire who invited her out drinking, bought her the final drink, and did not insist on a cab. Even though the accident and subsequent injuries were not Claire’s fault, she feels responsible and guilty. Claire’s youngest child was born prematurely, and she feels guilt because she may have caused the pre-term labor in an accident in the “hot shop” where she creates her glass pieces. As the charity gala event planning goes on and she spends more time away from her husband and children, Claire feels guilt for spreading herself too thin and neglecting her family. She feels guilt that the PR for the event features her to the expense of others involved. She feels guilty when her best friend doesn’t get the catering contract. And that’s not even touching on the guilt she feels for the title affair…

Elin Hilderbrand uses several techniques to keep her readers thinking and wondering. Chapter titles are simple: “He haunts her,” “She surprises herself,” “He leaves her.” However, the chapters don’t always follow the obvious meaning, so don’t assume anything. Most of the book is from Claire’s point of view, but later on changes to a more omniscient third person narrative. This is awkward at first, but as the story unfolds and the other characters’ emotional investments become clearer, this change in perspective works. Claire remains the central character, even as we see and hear others react to her. A Summer Affair is her story.

I recommend A Summer Affair as a good read, and not just for summer. The plot is complex enough to keep the reader’s interest, but not so intricate that it loses itself in the details. I’ll leave it up to you, the readers, to decide whether the ending is realistic or simplistic in its resolution.

I received an advance copy of the book from MotherTalk in order to write the review. I mentioned above that mine is at the end of a long line of reviews: you can read the others at Mothertalk. Other reviewers often have different opinions!

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>victory in vegetables

>Is my little patch behind the garage really a 21st century Victory Garden?

I’ll clean the tomatoes and peppers myself. Sam & Ella? Who’re they? But…I plant tomatoes and peppers every year. It’s not a reaction to the news item, the danger in buying a tomato that had been harvested or stored in a warehouse with other “sick” tomatoes.

We enlarged the garden this year. It really does have an impact on our eating. When the lettuce is growing, the crop has an impact on our bunny-food bill as well. But — I planted all kinds of green leafy goodies and then I didn’t label the patches. Which one is spinach, Popeye?

We eat from the garden in season. From BLTs to zucchini bread, we eat well in late summer and early fall. A little rhubarb, a few green beans, and sometimes grated zucchini will go in the freezer for winter. But — after the main harvest, we’re (mostly) at the mercy of the grocery stores.

My little patch of dirt behind the garage isn’t really an economic statement or a reaction to any other action. It’s simply what it is: a backyard garden.

So really, where’s the spinach?

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