HLCCA Conference 2008

Well, I'm finally able to resume blogging. Sort of. My laptop has received a new hard drive and more memory, but there are still a few bugs that need to be worked out. In the meantime, I was able to upload photos from last weeks HLCCA Conference.

Me and my roommate, Sallie at the Thursday night mixer. Here, we had to dress in clothing or costume respresentative of our home state. I chose a top that looks like a colorful Arizona sunset and jeans with embroidered patches of Native American, desert, and cowboy motifs. Sallie kept it simple and wore a shirt from North Carolina. (Photo by Pat K.)

On Friday morning, Fred, our local host, had everyone over to his house to see his collection of vintage Homer Laughlin dishes and ephemera. I took a liking to this Fiesta Ironstone ad from 1970:

And the back:

Friday night HLCCA consignment auction. I was a very good girl here.

Saturday morning Dealer Show & Sale

I was able to find the missing piece to my Harlequin double egg cup collection--chartreuse! I refer to this as my trip trophy.

Dennis and Jimmy's Riviera display. A rare prototype Harlequin sauce cup is pictured below.

Jerry's display of Homer Laughlin premium ware. Every one of these items came from boxes of oatmeal or laundry soap.

On Saturday afternoon, Pat (Q's mom) picked me and Sallie up and we went antiquing in nearby Hopkins. In one antique mall, I found some of the same Fisher Price toys I enjoyed as a child.

Sallie and I referred to this as the Goodie Cabinet. Her stuff is on the top shelf and mine is in the middle. This picture was taken before Saturday night's awards banquet and auction. Between party gifts, drawings, and awards, we acquired even more stuff than is shown here.

Daphne, Jeremy, and DeniseVA.

Joy, Saarin, and Kathy in vintage garb.

One of the weekend's activities was the "State Your State" game. We were given a list of all 50 states and had to gather signatures from conference attendees, based on their home state. I "won" the prize for gathering the least amount of names. Fred deduced that this was because I didn't know the local language. So I was given a copy of How to Talk Minnesotan. (photo by Rebecca D.)
Chuck: "More jellybeans!"

Denise (the one from New Mexico) advised implored me to bring an extra suitcase. She said "you'll need it."

And she wasn't kidding. I had told myself that I would only buy small items like egg cups, ornaments, and sugar bowls. Well, it didn't quite work out that way. After acquiring a covered casserole, a disk pitcher, and a large oval platter later, both of my suitcases were FULL! The carry-on bag was full of vintage ware, while the Post-86 stuff had to ride in steerage.

Even so, everything made it home safe and sound without breakage. It's a good thing I brought extra bubble wrap. I needed every bit of it.

I made lots of great friends at conference. Including:

--Jerry and Joan from North Carolina

--RJ and Renee from Wisconsin. They got married just a few days before conference.

--Sheri and her mom, Elvie

--The Denises--all three of 'em. DeniseNM and I have known each other for awhile, but I finally got to meet Denise from VA and Denise from NJ.

--Rebecca from Washington

--Ms. Bea. She complimented my hair. You don't get higher accolades than that. :-)

--Michael and Bobbi Jo. They live nearby in Avondale.

--Kathy from Wisconsin. She knew who I was the minute I walked in the hotel lobby on the first day.

--Sid and Maryann from Ohio

--Steve and Terry from Kentucky

--Joe and Michele from Kansas

--all the HLCCA officers, including Sandra, Kit, Richard, Merrill, David, Michael, and Susan.

--and everyone with whom I shared a table, stood in a buffet line, or rode in the hotel elevator.

Crash of '08

First of all, I had a great time at the HLCCA Conference. This was my first conference, and everyone treated me like a member of the family. I also acquired a dish that I'd been needing to complete a segment of my collection. Those of you who know me well know which piece that is.

Unfortunately, I won't be able to post pics at this time. The hard drive on my laptop crashed this afternoon. New parts are on the way, and the computer should be fixed in a few days. In the meantime, I won't be online much. I'm writing this post from Q's computer.

Minnesota or Bust

My bags are packed. The flight and hotel confirmations are printed out. And Kyle has promised me that he'll take extra special care of Jango. On Thursday morning, I will be leaving for Minneapolis to attend my first HLCCA Conference.

I'm really excited about this trip. I will be meeting Fiesta collectors with whom I've only corresponded through phone calls and online. A few old friends will be there as well. I also have plans to spend an afternoon lunching and shopping with my mother-in-law, Pat.

The conference ends on Sunday. I will spend some time with my aunt and uncle before I fly back to Phoenix on Monday.

I'll post pictures upon my return.

Washington County

While I pack and get ready for my upcoming trip to Minnesota, Lucas is filling in as guest blogger.

STATES THAT HAVE "WASHINGTON COUNTY" IN THEM:

1. Alabama
2. Arkansas
3. Colorado
4. Florida
5. Georgia
6. Idaho
7. Illinois
8. Indiana
9. Iowa
10. Kansas
11. Kentuckey
12. Louisiana
13. Maine
14. Maryland
15. Minnisota
16. Mississippi
17. Missouri
18. Nebraska
19. New York
20. North Carolina
21. Ohio
22. Oklahoma
23. Oregon
24. Pennsylvania
25. Rhode Island
26. Texas (one of 237 counties!!)
27. Utah
28. Vermont
29. Verginia
30. Wisconson

Mushroom Kingdom

We've been getting a fair amount of rain lately. We had a very brisk shower yesterday, but it really came down Thursday night. Any rain we get in the southwest desert is a big deal.

With summer rain comes humidity. And with humidity comes mold. Here, mushrooms are growing out of our coir doormat:

The rug got wet during Thursday's storm. And since the humidity hasn't gone down, the rug never dried out. As a result, we now have a little science experiment propagating on the front porch.

I had been wanting to get a new doormat anyway.

Rain Dip

It's pouring rain outside. Yet Q and Lucas thought this would be a good time to take a swim.

Sunday Funny

Lucas showed me this video. It's the most hilarious thing I've seen all week.

Goodwill Hunting

In the past few years, quite a few Goodwill stores have opened in the Phoenix area. Thirty-seven locations, to be exact. These places have proliferated at the same rate as Wal-Mart and Starbucks.

There are four locations in areas of town through which we often travel. Three of these are on or near 19th Avenue at Thunderbird, Bell, and Happy Valley Roads. The other is in Glendale.

On a recent trip to the Glendale store, Lucas bought a Super Nintendo Console for $5. Later at the Thunderbird store, he found a game controller for $3.

I'm always hoping to snag some forgotten Fiesta dishes at Goodwill. No dice yet, but I came close a few weeks ago. From a distance, I saw a stack of solid colored salad plates...one of which looked like Sapphire (rare color). I gasped and ran over to the rack. The plates turned to be Oneida Petals. CRAP!!!!

Today, everything was 50% off chainwide. I scored four pairs of jeans--2 Gap, 1 Old Navy, and 1 Lucky Brand for $4 per pair. Lucky me! Q found three pool vacuum hoses, and got them for $1 each. He didn't have an immediate need for the hoses, but these things normally cost $11 each at the pool supply store.

Going to the Goodwill is like visiting a museum. At the Bell Road store, we spotted this little antiquity:



A Radio Shack TRS-80...later referred to as the "Trash 80". Q knew what it was the instant he saw it. This particular unit was very dusty and the letter C was missing from the keyboard. But it did include the original vinyl cover. We didn't find a price tag, however.

One of the drawbacks to Goodwill shopping is that the merchandise is often dirty. Since everything is donated, many items had been boxed up or stored in garages for several years, allowing a film of sticky dust to form. I need to start carrying moist towlettes in my purse.

And speaking of the purse, we still managed to stand out among the patronage even though I left my Coach bag at home. Lucas was wearing clean clothes and Q's belly wasn't hanging out under his shirt. As we left the store, Q remarked that I was one of only three women in the place who was wearing a bra.

Boys of Summer

This week, Lucas is attending an Arizona Diamondbacks training camp. His best friend is attending the same camp, which makes it fun for the boys. It also means that I only have to do half the driving. The other mom drives the boys to camp, and I pick them up.

I just love a man in uniform.

Father and son were outside this morning playing catch while Lucas waited for his ride.

Cool Dishes

It's 115 degrees outside. So in a vain attempt to create the illusion of cool, I rearranged my main dish cabinet with Fiesta blues, greens, and neutrals.

I'll try to keep it this way as long as I can. The exploded clown never stays away for long.

Old School Mario

In recent months, the boys and some of their friends have become interested in old school Nintendo systems and games. They watch game reviews on YouTube. And they're always asking me to take them to used media stores like Goodwill, Thrifty Joe's and Bookman's.

A few weeks ago, Lucas and I were browsing through Goodwill, where he found a Super Nintendo console for $5. He later found a controller at another Goodwill store for $3. Luke was a happy boy that day!

And then there was Kyle's friend, who acquired three complete 8-bit Nintendo Entertainment Systems. Apparently, the boy went a little trigger happy with his mom's eBay account, leaving her responsible for the purchase of all three auctions. They gave one to Kyle and Lucas.

My sister and I played a lot of NES when we were kids. Our mom got us a system for Christmas one year. Both of us were addicted to Super Mario Brothers. And now, I'm addicted all over again.

It all started the previous summer. I had what was perhaps the best babysitting gig ever. I watched two boys, ages 8 and 11 (translation: no diapers), who had no bedtime for me to enforce. Their mom always left us money to order pizza, and consistently paid me more than my $2 per hour rate. Twenty dollars for one night's work was big money for a teenager in 1987.

These boys also had Nintendo. And we would spend hours playing Super Mario Bros. "Zane" and "Jack" showed me where all the 1-UP mushrooms were located, how to get to the warp zones, and a few game glitches that can only be solved by running the clock out.
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Now, I'm teaching the game to my son. Problem is, I never learned the proper names of all the characters, animals, and other game features. What I call a "bigness mushroom" Lucas refers to as "human growth hormone". Everytime he gets one, he remarks, "bigger self-esteem...smaller nads". My knowledge base wasn't near as broad when I was 10.
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But a lot of time has passed since those days in Zane and Jack's living room. I have forgotten where many of the free guys and hidden coin boxes are. I certainly can't beat the game anymore. Even so, I usually mange to score enough points that, if translated to money, I could pay off our mortgage.

New Ivory

This week, I stopped in Dillard's to see if they had the newest Fiesta color, Ivory in stock.

This divided vegetable bowl and fruit bowl followed me home.

This color looks strikingly close to vintage Ivory (left).

I think Ivory will do for Pale Yellow what Evergreen did for Juniper last year. They are very close to the same color (see above). Only those with a Fiesta trained eye could tell the difference.

Kyle's Home!

Last week, Kyle took his first unaccompanied flight to visit his cousins in Oregon and Washington.

When Q took Kyle the airport, he had to get an escort pass that allowed him to accompany Kyle all the way to the departure gate. Q told me that when they went through security, the TSA searched Kyle's backpack, which was full of video games, Special K bars, and chargers for all his gadgets.

Apparently the older woman watching the x-ray machine couldn't tell a Wii-mote from a detonator. Odd, considering that said Wii-mote was being carried by a 13 year old boy. She took it out and showed it a younger male co-worker, who told her the device was fine.

The terrorists have won.

Then Kyle's flight got into Portland early. As a result, there was nobody at the gate when he got off the plane. I am so glad he had that cell phone (he would not have taken this trip without it!) Anyway, Kyle was able to call Q, who called his mom, who was en route to meet Kyle.

As for the trip itself, Kyle said he had fun. It's difficult to to get too many details out of him because he's a teenager. The fact that he's related to Quinton, makes it doubly hard to get him to talk. I have an easier time getting Lucas to give me excuses as to why he can't empty the recycling bin.

Anyway, I know Kyle had fun with his cousins. They played video games, went to the beach, rode bikes down the middle of the freeway (I'm still trying to figure that one out), went shopping, went fishing, and played more video games.

Kyle's flight home went well. I was able to get an escort pass and meet him at the gate. There was one moment of anxiety at baggage claim, however. We stood and waited for his suitcase. And we waited. Before long, all the passengers from the Portland flight had left the area. Kyle's bag was nowhere to be seen. I did NOT need this $#!t.

So we set out in search of the lost baggage counter. As we walked between two baggage carousels, we noticed a lone black bag lying in a carousel that had been used to unload bags from a Santa Fe flight. It was Kyle's suitcase!!!!! Apparently some flighty f#(%up had yanked the bag, realized it wasn't his, and replaced it in the wrong carousel.

I'm so happy to have my boy back home. Jango missed hanging out with him. And I missed having someone to unload the dishwasher. :-)

What Would You Do?

Today, Lucas and I went food shopping. We got home at noon, unloaded the car, and put everything away.

Or so we thought.

At 5:00 this evening, I noticed a grocery bag sitting on the kitchen table. The ground beef never made it into the refrigerator.

So I wonder: Is this ground beef still edible? Should we chance it or throw it out? Q and Lucas said it smells fine, but I wonder how long raw meat can sit at room temperature before it goes bad.

June Wordle

Like sisters who borrow each other's clothes, we bloggers are always borrowing each others ideas. And since I don't currently have an original post idea floating around in my head, I copied this one from Craig at RainbowDishes. Here, I used Wordle.net to create a collage of just about every word in this month's blog entries.

Common words were omitted, and each word was only used once. Even so, I thought my jumble would be bigger. This month's posts were numerous and quite wordy.

Click on the image below to see it larger.

Bowling For Tears?

Yesterday, Lucas and I went bowling with his best friend and the friend's mom. The alley in our area offers Cosmic Bowling on Friday afternoons. It's an activity everyone can enjoy and a great way to escape the heat.

In addition to glow-in-the-dark effects, a light show, and other psychedelia, they crank up the tunes. And most times, the musical offerings are conducive to a good time, party environment.

Yesterday's music selections were all over the map. There was classic rock, Motown, and some '80s music (I hadn't heard "Pop Goes The World" since before I had Kyle). They also played newer stuff from artists like Gwen Stefani and Maroon 5. And of course, there was disco. Which, for my money, is good anytime, anywhere.

There was something for everybody. And most were songs were you could tap your foot to. Until:

"Crying" by Roy Orbison.

Not a bad song. There's a time and a place for the melancholy. But not at a bowling alley. And certainly not when you're trying to pump up the crowd.

I have a feeling that the DJ was the same one who decided to play the Pussycat Dolls "Don't Cha" (a song about adultery) at my cousin's wedding.

Making The Switch

Last weekend, Q suggested that if I wanted to drop a few pounds, I should switch to diet soda. I don't know how my husband did it, but he managed to broach the subject so tactfully that I didn't yell, kick him out of our bedroom, or otherwise get offended at his implying that I have a little too much junk in my trunk. Q should seriously considering leaving information technology for a career in diplomatic relations.

Anyway, I decided to give it a shot. Having drunk only regular soda all my life, this was going to be difficult. Especially since I've always thought that diet soda tasted foul. But Q assured me that I'd get used to it.

So far, I've had about half a dozen twelve-ounce bottles of Caffine-Free Diet Pepsi. It's alright. Nothing great. I find that diet soda tastes best after it's been sitting in the freezer for a few hours. Drinking it at room-temperature is out of the question.

Today, Fry's had Pepsi products on sale so I bought regular Diet Pepsi and Pepsi Max...both of which have zero calories. I haven't tried either one yet, but I hope at least one of them sucks less than the caffine-free stuff.

I'm going to give it a month. If I don't gain (or lose) anything by drinking diet soda, than I'm switching back to regular.

Old habits die hard!

Muy Caliente!

A frenzied, kitchenwide search for Mongolian Fire Oil yielded anything but.

In Loving Memory

Today was my dad's birthday. He would have been 62.

I celebrated the day in part by driving to the college to pick up my diploma.

At the time of his death in 2001, Dad had lived long enough to see one of his daughters (my sister) graduate from college. The other one of us (me) settled into domestic life and had babies. Since then, my sister and I have each--at least for some part--accomplished both.

Sunday Funny

Gee, I'd like to see what she wears to Neiman Marcus...or even Target, for that matter.

Staycation Highlights: Day 6 and 7 (Thursday and Friday)

Thursday:

--We went to the Arizona Diamondbacks-Oakland A's game at Chase Field. We ate enough pizza, nachos, Cracker Jacks, ice cream, cotton candy, peanuts, and ICEES to put us all in a carb and sugar-fueled euphoria. That's just a fancy way of saying we ate bad...and we had fun doing it! The D-Backs won 2 to 1.

--For dinner, we went to Kyle's favorite place--In-N-Out Burger. Aside from having the BEST french fries anywhere, In-N-Out has the only fast food hamburger that I'll eat. They're also affordable. Nowhere else in Phoenix can you feed four people for less than $20. The boys and I ate there alot back when Q was in the hospital.

Unfortunately, In-N-Out isn't as widely available as, say McDonald's or Burger King. They only have locations in California, Nevada, Arizona, and Utah.

--National Lampoon's Vacation wasn't on today.


Friday:

--We started the day by taking Kyle to the orthodontist to get a steel tie-back repaired. We I have been doing that a lot lately. The little wire thingy fell out yesterday at the ballgame and it HAD to be fixed before he leaves for Oregon on Monday morning.

--After lunch at Jason's Deli, I dragged everyone to the mall to check out the Fiesta selection at Dillard's. No ivory yet!

--We walked by the movie theatre to see if they're playing anything good. Indiana Jones had started two minutes earlier...that means the previews are still showing. We got tickets and hurried inside. Q and the boys had been wanting to see IJ. As for me, that's two hours of my life I'll never get back.

--On the way home, the electric sign next to McDonald's said that it was 118 degrees outside. Time to hit the pool!

--For dinner, we went to a restaurant called Fajita's. Q and I used to go there alot when we were first married. The drink special for the evening was berry margaritas. I was drunker after one drink than Q was after two. My tolerance is very low, and bad things happen when I drink. Or good things, depending on who you are. :-)))

As of now, our staycation is all done. Collectively, we had a very good time. We bonded as a family. Hopefully we made a few good memories. We also indulged ourselves in ways we don't normally get to. And we managed to do it all without going broke!

Staycation Highlights: Day 5 (Wednesday)

I am finding it very difficult to adhere to the "no chores" rule. I may not like cleaning, but I really hate living among filth. It's also very hard to enjoy life with my pretty house all in shambles.

I also had to give Q a pass because he is incapable of not working. My husband is the opposite of lazy. He cleaned the kitchen while I sorted the laundry and cleared away some of the top clutter.

It had to be done. Flies were hovering around the sink full of dirty dishes and the trash cans were overflowing. We were also out of clean washcloths, and it's not like I can call the front desk and ask for some clean ones. Something had to give.

Housework notwithstanding, we were still tired from the two previous days' endless activities. The water park trip, in particular really did us in. A few hours worth of down time was in order. We ended up spending most of the day at home.

National Lampoon's Vacation was on yet again. Mobile Home Disaster must not be pulling in the viewers.

In the evening, we went to dinner at our family's favorite restaurant--Tokyo Lobby. This place has the best sushi in on the west side, if not the entire city.

After dinner, we went to play pool. Q found a billiards hall that's allows children AND is still in business. This establishment seems to be very popular among teenagers. Also, it's not too terribly far from home. I have a feeling we'll be visiting this place again.

On the way home, we stopped for gelato. We got one cup free because I had a coupon. Thanks, Value Clipper!

Taking It Personally

The following article appeared in yesterday's newspaper. The topic was also discussed on The Adam Carolla Show.

Who's prone to road rage? Check for bumper stickers

Shankar Vedantam

Washington Post

Jun. 17, 2008 12:00 AM

Three horrors await Americans who get behind the wheel of a car for a family road trip this summer: the spiraling price of gas, the usual choruses of "Are we there yet?" and the road rage of fellow drivers.

Divine intervention might be needed for the first two problems, but science has discovered a solution for the third.

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Watch out for cars with bumper stickers.

That's the conclusion of a recent study by Colorado State University social psychologist William Szlemko. Drivers of cars with bumper stickers, window decals, personalized license plates and other "territorial markers" not only get mad when someone cuts in their lane or is slow to respond to a changed traffic light, but they are far more likely than those who do not personalize their cars to use their vehicles to express rage by honking, tailgating and other aggressive behavior.

It does not seem to matter whether the messages on the stickers are about peace and love or angry and in-your-face.

The key to the phenomenon apparently lies in the idea of territoriality. Drivers with road rage tend to think of public streets as "my street" and "my lane" - in other words, they think they own the road.

First of all, I don't want to know how much grant money the government mindlessly doled out for this pointless, inane study. Seriously...I don't. It would probably give me some sort of tax payer rage.

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Second, let's talk bumper stickers. I fail to see that the minivan driver with the "My son is an honor student at Smith Elementary" sticker exhibits the same degree of rage as the pickup truck owner with "My kid beat up your honor student" plastered on his bumper.

It just seems wrong to paint all personalized plates and stickers with the same brush. Take the small business owner, for example. A pest control worker with BUG GUY on his plate is probably just trying to advertise his company.

Q and I personalized our license plates a few years ago, and I don't think we're prone to road rage. Well, he's not, anyway. Besides, the plates were my idea. I thought they were cute. He just went along with it as an affordable way to make his high maintenance wife happy.

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And then there's Q's family. Many of them have had a personalized plates at one point. And they're the most mild mannered bunch out there.

But perhaps some of the most famous personalized plates belong to the Ewing family from the TV show Dallas. All cars featured a EWING license plate followed by a number that loosely corresponded with the driver's place in the family.

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The Ewings were definitely a spirited bunch. They may have even had a road rage incident or two among them (I know of one involving Pamela and a Jeep full of good ol' boys). But I find it ironic that most anger-fueled member of the clan--Ray Krebbs--drove around with standard issue Texas plates on his truck.

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My conclusion: not all angry drivers personalize their cars and not all people who personalize their cars are angry drivers.

Staycation Highlights: Day 4 (Tuesday)

Today we went to the Golfland-Sunsplash in Mesa. Through her business, my mom was able to get free passes to any of the three water parks in the Phoenix area. Even though we live barely five minutes from another water park, we chose Golfland because it had more attractions than the others. Besides, we had never been there before. Part of being on vacation is trying new things.

We decided to make the Golfland trip today because it was Free Tube Tuesday. Between that and the free passes, our only expenses were a $6 locker rental and $12 for lunch. Sadly, we probably paid more in gas to drive there and back.

Below is a video of Q and Lucas going down the slides. Good thing we have a waterproof camera.

In the evening, Lucas had his drum lesson. Afterwards, we had dinner at Rubio's Baja Grill (one of Luke's choices). The boys were hoping for Japanese food, but we were all too tired to enjoy such an extravagant meal. Besides, none of us were dressed for a trip to the sushi bar and we still smelled like chlorine and Coppertone.

At Rubios, I was looking forward to some of their roasted chipotle salsa. In fact, I was craving it. But this particular salsa has been temporarily discontinued. Stupid tomato recall!
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We also got the car out of the shop. All it needed was a new pipe and hose for the power steering system--a $90 repair. We got off cheap. But still, it's not a vacation without some sort of car trouble!

Back at home, we just crashed. National Lampoon's Vacation was on again. CMT is getting more mileage out of that film than the Griswolds got out of the Wagon Queen Family Truckster.

After two days of wall-to-wall entertainment, we need a vacation from our staycation. Tomorrow might be a lazy day.

Staycation Highlights: Day 3 (Monday)

--Q got up bright and early to drop the Dodge off at the shop. Afterwards, he stopped at the store and bought dounts for breakfast. No vacation would be complete without a donut run.

--Afterwards, we kicked back and watched Lucas' and my new favorite show: Cash Cab.

--For lunch we ate at one of Kyle's chosen restaurants; Cousins' Subs. I noticed that their receipts remain unchanged. On our way out, Q informed the guy at the counter that we live in Arizona, not Arkansas. We'll see if the error is fixed next time we eat there. Cousins' is across the street from...

--The Brass Armadillo Antique Mall. Lucas was on the lookout for some old musical instruments. No dice, but he did spot nine washboards. I think my son has aspirations of starting a jug band. I didn't buy anything either, as all the Fiesta was overpriced. $28 for a Cinnabar bud vase? Puh-LEEZ!

--I LOVE this little pink dollhouse. It was priced right at $45. If I had a daughter, I would have bought it.

--Lucas playing a game of Rotary Phone Races.

--After the antique mall, we stopped at Cold Stone for ice cream. And then...

--We went to Laser Quest for a couple games of laser tag. The boys had done this before with friends, but Q and I never had. This had to be the highlight of our day. At the conclusion of the first game, our family took four of the top five spots. I placed second in both games. The scores below were for the first game. But by the time we left, Kyle had the highest single game score of the day.

--Back at home for a little down time before...

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--Q and I went out on a long overdue date night. I picked up McDonald's and a DVD for the boys. Then started the evening with dinner at this uber-trendy pizza restaurant.

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Afterwards, we went to the movies to see Sex and the City. Or as Q calls it: "that show with the redhead, the tramp, the girl from Melrose Place, and the main chick". That's right, Dear. And there's also the bald guy, the gay guy, the bald gay guy, the redhead's husband, and the guy from Law & Order.

Staycation Highlights: Day 2 (Sunday)

--Q opened his Father's Day gifts--a Fiesta Pie Baker in Cobalt and an Individual Baker in Sunflower. He likes the Fiesta bakeware better than Pyrex, Corningware, or anything else. And I'm more than happy to indulge him. We also got him a the season 4 DVDs of Mission: Impossible.

--We went to the Waffle House for a late breakfast. I sometimes get cravings for their food.

--Back at home, Q watched an episode of MI. It looked strange watching Mr. Spock in a fake beard pull a gun on a stewardess.

--After a few hours by the pool, Q went in to watch a baseball game. Kyle hung out in his room. Lucas and I watched National Lampoon's Vacation. Again. I REALLY need to buy a copy of the DVD.

--We went to dinner at a place called My Thai. The name may be a corny pun, but the food is tasty. I highly recommend the honey glazed shrimp.

--After dinner, we wanted to go play pool. The first place we went to--Uncle Charlie's American Grill--is now out of business. So we drove to a nearby bowling alley to use their table. But we were greeted with a sign stating that only patrons over age 21 can enter the bar/billard room. D'oh!

--The Dodge was making funny squeaking sounds while steering. When we got home, we were greeted to a big honkin' fluid spill on the floor of the garage. Double d'oh! Staycation Day 3 will begin with a trip to the shop.

--After the sun went down, we went to the neighborhood park to throw baseballs.

Staycation Highlights: Day 1 (Saturday)

--We drove to Arcosanti for live jazz, art exhibits, and Indian fry bread. We had a nice time, but it was too hot to stay for the entire day.

--On the drive back to town, we did some loose activity planning the week. I told the boys that they could each choose two restaurants for us to eat at over the course of the vacation. Lucas chose Peter Piper Pizza and Rubio's Baja Grill. Kyle picked In-N-Out Burger and Cousins' Subs. Aim high, boys.

--We stopped at the outlet mall in Anthem so I could check out the offerings at Gap Outlet. Their selection and sale prices aren't what they used to be. I left without buying anything.

--By late afternoon, we were back home, and in the pool.

--For dinner we went to Peter Piper Pizza. I was feeling generous so I bought the Pizza & Play Pack with 60 game tokens instead of the 40 we usually get.

--At home, we stayed up late and watched one of Luke's and my favorite movies--National Lampoon's Vacation. My favorite part is when Clark and Ellen are singing "Mockingbird" in the car. They're almost as good as James and Carly.

Staycation

A few months ago—even before it reached $4 per gallon—I was fretting over the price of gas. It was then that I proposed to Q and the boys that we try something different this summer. I suggested that we spend our vacation at home. And they were all for it. Especially after I cast some dark shadows over the traditional plane or road trip:

--Air travel is an expensive, uncomfortable pain in the @$$.

--Not only is long distance car travel is inconvenient, but it's no longer economical.

--The idea of spending $100+ per night for lodging doesn’t appeal. Especially since our house is bigger and more comfortable than any hotel room. The only good thing about staying in a hotel is the pool. We have one of those here, too.

So we decided to take a home vacation. Apparently, this idea has become so popular that a new word has been coined—staycation. During the next week, we will partake of leisure activities and visit some of the attractions that central Arizona has to offer.
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Our staycation starts on Saturday. And except for a few organized activities, we are playing everything by ear. On Saturday, we are driving to Cordes Junction for the Juneteenth Festival at Arcosanti. We also have tickets to Thursday's D-Backs game.
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The rest of the week is wide open. We will go to the movies, Golfland-Sunsplash, bowling, Castles N' Coasters, and anywhere else we think of. We will also spend a few lazy afternoons out by the pool.
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For a staycation to work, we need to have a few simple ground rules:
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--Q is taking the entire week off work. His laptop will only be used for watching YouTube videos, checking baseball scores, and other pointless Internet surfing.
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--There will be no chores done. I will spend Friday sprucing up the house so it will at least start the week clean. The only exceptions will be pool maintenance and scooping out Jango's litterbox. Bad things will happen if those jobs are neglected.
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--No chores mean no cooking. We will eat out in a different restaurant every night. This is something you do on regular vacation anyway. On the other hand, if Q feels like baking a batch of brownies, I won’t cry foul.
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--There will be no pressure. On a regular vacation we run ourselves ragged trying to visit every single attraction before it’s time to go home. If we don’t feel like doing something one day, it’s no big deal. The bowling alley will still be there next month.

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--I might let this blog go quiet. While I do enjoy it, keeping you people entertained is very time consuming. :-)

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The idea of a staycation was mostly prompted by our desire to save money. Airfare, rental car, and lodging eat up most of the average vacation budget. By eliminating those elements, we can afford to spend money visiting local attractions and enjoying leisure activites for which we never seem to have time.

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But it's also driven by our desire to relax and have fun without all the hassles attached to long distance travel. We won't have to haul around luggage, sleep on lumpy hotel mattresses, or worry about getting lost in a strange city. A staycation is offering us the best of all worlds.

Thursday 13: Going Places

Below is a list of thirteen places I've been this week:

1. On Sunday, Q, the boys, and I went to the movies to see Iron Man. That was the longest Audi commercial I've ever seen.

2. Afterwards, we went to Ray's Pizza for dinner.

3. On Monday, the boys and I stopped by my mom's office to pick her up.

4. From there, we all went to the Verizon store to pick up Kyle's phone.

5. After that, we went to MOTO for lunch.

6. On Tuesday, Lucas and I made an increasingly rare trip to Jamba Juice.

7. Then we went to Target. Lucas used a Christmas gift card to buy baseballs and Mentos. I bought fun stuff like toothpaste, batteries, and Jet Dry.

8. On Wednesday morning, I took Kyle to the orthodontist to have a loose wire replaced.

9. Then we went to Target to pick up something I forgot on Tuesday's trip.

10. Then we stopped at the credit union.

11. Afterwards, we went to Macy's to pick up Q's Father's Day present. I spared Kyle a walk to the other end of the mall to Dillard's. But we did go to...

12. Trader Joe's. I'm pissed that the one item that prompted the trip was out of stock: green chili and cheese tamales. At least they had the shredded beef ones. Q and the boys will be happy.

13. And then we went home.

Separated at Birth?

Wet Lucas and Wet Beavis.

Cell Out

Yesterday, Kyle got his first cell phone. I had been reluctant to take this step, but my resistance was futile. In a few weeks, Kyle is flying to Portland, Oregon to visit relatives in that area.

And he's flying alone. Someone, please toss me a Xanax.......NOW!

Anyway, I vehemently refused to allow him to take this trip without a cell phone on his person. And Q agreed. At first, he was going to let Kyle borrow his phone. He's logged like seven airtime minutes in the last few weeks. He wouldn't have missed it.

But then my mom informed me that she was planning on buying Kyle a phone for his birthday (he turns 14 in August). When I told her about his upcoming trip, she offered to give him his present early.

Kyle and I went to the Verizon website to view their phone offerings. He had a Motorola phone picked out. But once we got to the store, he found a better one--a Samsung Alias that includes a QWERTY keyboard. Let the texting begin.

And that's exactly what happened. Since yesterday, Kyle's phone usage has consisted of 12 talk minutes (half of which was us testing the phone) and 56 text messages. In fact, he sent me a text then called less than a minute later to see if I got it! Those messages would have cost 20 cents each, but my mom added an unlimited in-network texting add-on to her bundled plan (most of our friends and family have Verizon phones, too).

At $10 per month, that package paid for itself last night.

I'm now convinced that Kyle's new phone is a good thing. He has independence and freedom. And I don't have to call every house in the neighborhood trying to locate my son when he isn't home by dark.

The new phone is also teaching him about budgeting. While Kyle can make any calls he needs, I implored him not to run up Grandma's bill with overage charges. And he seems to be listening. When he called me to check in, Kyle was anxious to get off the phone because he didn't want to use up his minutes.

I just hope the cell phone doesn't become Kyle's primary means of communication. For one thing, I won't be sending him text messages to let him know that dinner's ready. And I will not allow him to turn into one of those insipid teenage washouts who blindly run a cell bill up so high that their mom had to take a night job. If that happens, Kyle will be the one waving at passing cars in a taco costume.

Summer Reading

I also ordered a copy of Architecture and Design, 1970-1990: New Ideas in America. I thumbed through this one at a used book store. It has some great photos of buildings from the Deconstruction Momevent. I can't wait to get it.

One Word

In lieu of a Thursday 13, I'm doing a survey that I found on Seangstm's blog. I added a few more near the bottom.

You can only answer with one word…

1) Where is your cell phone? PURSE
2) Your significant other? QUINTON
3) Your hair? GORGEOUS
4) Your skin? PASTY
5) Your father? DIED
6) Your favorite thing? DISH
7) Your dream last night? TOOTHLESS
8) Your favorite drink? PEPSI
9) Your dream/goal? DEGREE
10) The room you’re in? LIVING
11) Your ex? WHO
12) Your fear? GUNS
13) Where do you want to be in 6 years? GRADUATED
14) Where were you last night? HOME
15) What you’re not? SUBTLE
16) Muffins? BLUEBERRY
17) One of your wish list items? IRONSTONE
18) Where you grew up? PHOENIX
19) The last thing you did? WALKED
20) What are you wearing? PAJAMAS
21) Your TV? SAMSUNG
22) Your pet(s)? JANGO
23) Your computer? LAPTOP
24) Your life? COLORFUL
25) Your mood? INTROSPECTIVE
26) Missing someone? SURE
27) Your car? MUSTANG
28) Something you’re not wearing? HAT
29) Favorite store? ANTHROPOLOGIE
30) Your summer? QUIET
31) Like someone? YES
32) Your favorite colour? PINK
33) When is the last time you laughed? DINNER
34) Last time you cried? RECENTLY
35) Favorite TV judge? ALEX
36) Favorite pig out food? OREOS
37) Something you do too often? CUSS
38) Something you don't do often enough? DUST
39) Who will/would re-post this? PAT
40) Whose answers are you anxious to see? CRAIG

It Happened Today

We knew it was coming. The gas price in our neighborhood has officially topped $4 per gallon.

Incidentally, this picture was taken at about 2:00 this afternoon as I was coming home. When I passed the station at 11:00, the per-gallon price for regular unleaded was only $4.02.

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Later, I saw this shirt at CafePress:

College Prep?

I walked into the dining room and found Lucas drinking his root beer from a funnel.

Sunday Dishes: Harlequin Platter

Harlequin Oval Platter in Chartreuse. $6.50 at the Brass Armadillo Antique Mall in Phoenix.