The ToadMama Interview

Last week, I enjoyed reading Meghan’s interview at Swiss Family Mac. And I thought it might be fun to continue this meme-like line of questioning here at ToadMama’s Web Abode. Meghan got to make up the questions, and I had to answer them. It’s simple as that…

1. What was the most challenging part of building your home in WV? If you could change one thing about the process and/or the design, what would you change? The most challenging aspect of the project by far was working so closely with Hubby over extended periods without killing each other. He was the guy with the plan, the tools and the know-how. As Hubby’s friend put it, I was just the unskilled laborer. So, just about every hour of every weekend for a LONG time, Hubby and I worked side-by-side. Once Hubby realized I wasn’t a mind-reader and didn’t like being talked to like an unskilled laborer, the process went much smoother. Of course, once I learned to speak-up when he was acting like Mr. Foreman (i.e., moody asshole), it went along much better, too. Not that Hubby’s a bad guy, he was just used to doing most projects by himself. He’d never taken on something of that magnitude. He needed me. It was a bit bumpy at first, but we adjusted. We also lived in an old, 28-foot travel trailer, which added its own dimension to the challenge. We couldn’t move without running into each other and couldn’t make a sound without the other person hearing the noise. We actually came out of it for the better and are much closer now than we were when we started. We learned to laugh at our mistakes and our squabbles.

There are two things about the design I would change. First, I’d insist on a second bathroom. Second, we would not try installing our own concrete countertop (huge disaster).

As rocky as the process was, I wouldn’t change it. Like I said, it actually made us closer. So now, I’m far less likely to kill Hubby when we’re in MD, too.

2. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? A cabin in the mountains of the Pacific Northwest. It is just amazingly beautiful there. Alaska’s Kenai Peninsula would be my first choice. I hate the heat. The mountains of the Kenai Peninsula are absolutely gorgeous. And the area is teeming with wildlife. The waters surrounding the peninsula are full of whales — orcas and humpbacks — and there are seals and sea otters, on land there are moose, and bears there, too. LOTS of them. You see eagles there almost as often as you see crows here in MD. The light is amazing there, too. I’m an outdoorsy girl. When we’re in WV, as comfortable as our little house is, I much prefer being outside, meandering around the property exploring the woods, taking pictures, looking for signs of wildlife. Being outdoors here in the MD suburbs just doesn’t compare.

Seward, Alaska, like many towns on the Kenai, is a fishing village. So you get the awesome mix of mountains and water that would just feed my soul. And it’s a temperate rain forest. The interior of Alaska can get bitterly cold, but temps in Seward average from the low 20s in January to the 60s in August. I don’t think I’d ever break a sweat again.

3. What’s your favorite part of being a grandmother and why? Having cute little kids around is quite entertaining. They’re all great kids. Such little individuals. But at the same time, it can be exhausting. It’s great being able to just enjoy the kids without all the stresses of caring for them 24-7, 365 days a year. We can play and do fun stuff without all the mundane, day-to-day stresses that are such a part of parenting. I get to take tons of pictures of them, too.

And there’s being able to see first-hand how all your hard work as parents paid off, and watching your child use the same general techniques to parent others. Amy is such a good little Mom. And there’s also something indescribably gratifying when I see one of my grandkids and they get that huge smile and say “G!” all excited-like. They’re actually happy to see me. There’s also the happiness I see in Hubby’s face when he’s with the grand kids, too.

4. What do you do to unwind and/or recharge when you need it? I have a variety of ways to de-stress. My favorite way is to get out into nature, camera in hand, and just pay attention to all the little things that make life on Earth so great. That’s what my solo trip to Maine last Fall was all about! And it was fabulous.

Riding my motorcycle is another way to unwind, in warm weather, of course. I enjoy the ride, but I also enjoy not having to think about anything except what’s in front of/behind me, negotiating turns without crashing, and how to avoid the cars/trucks that share the road with me. That takes a LOT of concentration. Because you can’t think too hard about anything else, I observe a lot while I’m riding…the way the sun falls through the trees, the different colors in the fields, old barns, the character of the small towns we pass through.

I read a lot, too. I am never without a book to read. Hubby and I spend far more time reading together than going out or watching TV.

Hanging out with friends is a great way to unwind, too. Whether it’s Hubby and I spending time with mutual friends or me hanging out with my girlfriends, it is all very satisfying. We are lucky to have some very good friends in our lives.

I also like to write, and I’m trying to do more of that in 2009.

5. If you had to choose a flavor of ice cream that most fits your personality, what kind do you think you would you be? Feel free to make one up if necessary. Green Mint Gooey Nutty Surf and Turf. Green mint ’cause what you see is what you get. (White mint ice cream is sort of sneaky.) Chocolate chips shaped like fish and cows (like Ben and Jerry’s Phish Food Surf and Turf edition) ’cause it’s just more fun than plain old chips, I like critters, and I like to be creative and have fun with life. The chocolate-covered nuts and ribbons of caramel represent the surprise and variety that is me. I’m not a very complex person (no hidden agendas here), but my interests, tastes and talents are quite a mixed bag.

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Now it might be your turn! If you are interested in being interviewed, here are the rules:
1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions. Be sure you link back to the original post.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

You’re Gonna Have to Move

I woke up around 6:00 this morning. Thanks to Meg, who was telling me in her doggy way, “Mom, I need to go outside NOW.”

Still no poo, but the girl is trying. We return to the vet for more x-rays this morning.

[UPDATE: Meg’s x-rays looked way better the vet expected. We still have to keep an eye on her for signs of bowel perforation, but, based on where she is today, the chances that that happened are very low. The doc was very pleased at her progress.]

Meanwhile, Hubby is really chomping at the bit to go get Belle (Meg’s new girlfriend and our new hairy toddler).

Anyway, after rising at 6:00, donning my coat and flashlight, and following Meg around in 30 degree weather, in the dark, to see if she’d managed to pass anything, I came back into the house. Once inside, I made myself a nice, big, hot cup of coffee, settled into my recliner, picked up my trusty laptop, and logged on to CNN.

I have a real love/hate relationship with CNN. Most news sites, actually. I don’t always agree with what they consider “news.” Every now and then I come across something worth reading. Even rarer, I come across something worth sharing. Today was a “gotta share this” day.

Today, I stumbled across the story of Katy Hughes and her Mom, Elizabeth. Katy is 16. She’s an aspiring artist and writer. She started a blog recently — Anywhere But Here — to talk about her and her mother’s battle with homelessness.

I can’t imagine being in their situation. But I know a lot of folks teeter perilously close. I won’t say it could never happen to me because, if things got bad enough, it could. What if Hubby and/or I lost our job? We’ve got some savings, but a lot of that is not liquid. The right, or wrong, sequence of events could put a real hurting on us, too.

Of course, I’m all about reading human interest stuff, so I checked out Katy’s blog. It was interesting to read about how a local author her Mom had befriended years ago learned of their plight and got the ball rolling to raise awareness and get them some help.

Intrigued? Check out Katy’s blog for yourself. You can read Brandilyn Collins’ blog (the author who seems to be spearheading the help/awareness effort), too.

Wanna help? Send Katy an e-mail at sophiepeaches@gmail.com. You could send something by snail mail, too, to: Elizabeth and Katy Hughes, PO Box 111525, Campbell, CA 95011. There’s apparently a PayPal account, also, but I’m not sure how that works. To learn more about that, go here.

Katy’s blog has been getting more and more hits. At the very least, you should read it. It’s surprisingly well-written for a 16-year-old.

Oh yeah, tell all your friends about Katy, too. All sorts of help is starting to trickle in for them, but I’m sure Katy would be thrilled to see her blog hits keep increasing exponentially.

Empty Store Shelves

Only a couple more days ’til Christmas. Thank God. I’m still struggling to get ready. After filling out Christmas cards, finally, I needed to make a late night run to Walmart. Eric came along. As we were walking in the door he announced that he needed to “buy some shower gel and one of those poufy things.” His words.

“Oh, you use shower gel now?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “And I recently discovered I’ve been using it wrong. With a washcloth.”

“And how did you discover you were using it wrong?” I asked.

“When I was at my Dad’s house, I used his poufy thing,” he explained.

“And it got all sudsy, right?” I prodded.

“Yeah. And I thought to myself, ‘wow’,” he continued. “It worked so much better. They’re supposed to be good for your skin, too.”

I laughed and joked that we should buy him a nice pink one.

We proceeded to the toiletries section of the store, where, after settling on some manly, Old Spice shower gel, we walked up and down each aisle looking for the poufs. I can never find those damned things in Walmart when I need one. They keep them in the weirdest places.

Finally, we turned the corner into the last aisle and there were four pouf boxes. All lined up nice and neatly. All empty. Save for one.

Eric stopped, groaned aloud and said, “Aw, man. You jinxed me.”

I couldn’t help but crack up laughing.

In that one box was one pouf. A bright pink one.

I have a sort of loud, obnoxious laugh. A Walmart worker, who was standing nearby looked at us to see what was up.

She looked at Eric with pity and said something like, “I know, that’s the only one left.”

I was still laughing of course.

“Oh well, just buy it. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Yeah, right,” he said, knowing I’d rush right home and tell the world via this Blog.

At least he was a good sport about it and let me take pictures to share, too.

A Maryland Weekend

Neither Hubby nor I could bear going to the WV place this weekend without our little C-dog. So we spent the weekend in Maryland. Hubby did lots of stuff he’d been meaning to do at the MD house. I started my Christmas shopping (ugh). The unspoken motivation for both of us was just to do whatever it took to take our minds off of C.

I’d never really thought about how much both dogs are a part of the WV place. Whenever Hubby and I were there together, the dogs were there.

I didn’t post every picture I took of them (you’d think I was one of those crazy-obsessed dog people), so you’ll just have to trust me when I say I have a ton of pics of both girls in WV. We have lots of fond memories there together. I’m sure I’ll share more pics someday.

For now, I’ll leave you with this image of me with my doggie “helpers.”

Neither of the girls were ever away from us for too long. They did love to go off exploring though. C hated the ride to and from (she never did grow fond of car rides), but she loved being there.

For a dog that tended to act like a princess when we were “back in civilization” at our Maryland place–she hated to get her feet wet, she hated being in the rain, she much preferred hanging out in the house–she could sure get dirty. And stinky. She had a tendency to roll in stuff like turkey poop, deer poop, cow poop, etc. She loved rolling in grass, wet or not. She even had one very memorable roll in a bog.

Like I said, I’ll post more pictures one day. Most likely, in the form of a slide show. For now, the pain is still far too fresh.

We miss our little CeCe.

Beware Calls From Area Code 062

Today I got yet another call from “Unknown Name” (of course) at 062-261-7470. I’ve had these calls before. There was a recent one from 062-274-5877, too.

If you answer, like I did, you get a message about lowering your current credit card interest rate. There is an option to opt out from future calls, but it doesn’t work. They call again anyway.

You’re probably wondering why I answer. Well, the calls come in on my office line. Often, when some of my ex-US co-workers call, the phone number never displays properly and shows as Unknown Name.

If you are like my Hubby, at this very second you are wondering why I don’t just report “the bastards.”

I finally decided to do a bit of research. To make a long story short, any call coming from a 062 area code is a scam. (Google “calls from area code 062” if you want the boring details.) As it turns out, 062 is not a real area code. Because it is not a real area code, it can’t be blocked. Nor can you report it to the friendly “do not call” folks.

I even saw a couple of reports that said calling these people back results in hefty phone charges in the area of $6/minute. So that’s not an option either.

Anyway… during my little research tangent, I came across this video, which is titled, “How to torment telemarketers with one word.” It’s short, entertaining and, of course, family-friendly.

Notice I didn’t say it is “hilarious” or that it made me LMAO. It’s just sort of “little giggle” funny. But even a little giggle is a good thing. Right?