College football finally returns!

30 08 2007

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Tonight on ESPN HD is LSU vs. Miss State, which used to be quite a rivalry when I was a coed. Now my team is expected to roll the Bulldogs in their territory up in Starkville, but I’m happily watching with that “early fall and it’s still hot out” excitement.

I may not really want to live in Louisiana again, but I sure wish I were there during home games. The LSU Sports home page is probably the closest I’ll get this season.

Tonight I watched all the way to the end.  Highlights were the Tigers putting Ryan Perilloux on the field, and watching MSU’s true freshman backup QB do a good job given his size and status–he got sacked once and I was worried he’d be crushed!  Tigers did a great job and the score ended up 45-0.  A nice start to our season!  Of course now it’s on to dreading the LSU-VA Tech hype.  The story line of course will be how both teams shored up their communities after tragedies……True maybe, but so predictable and boring. 





Rainy Saturday night

28 08 2007

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I had a long day already by 9 am Saturday, having had a strange early morning awakening and then having to get up to run early errands.  So after returning from a 5 hour jaunt to Farmville and back for furniture shopping with Mom, I talked on the phone for a while and went for a run that turned into a sweaty fast walk.  I was hoping to have dinner on the downtown mall but the weather wouldn’t permit that. 

I met Chris at the C&O, venerable and always good for Blanton’s, Bookers, and the best cheese plate ever, before we headed out to hear some live music.  We went to the Outback Lodge, located in a well-hidden spot behind the mini mall on Preston.  It’s a place short on ambience but with one good bartender.  Alas, they sorely lack a good bar.  After many recent shows at which I was pleased to be not the oldest, but somewhere in the middle, I found myself on the unfavorable end of the bell curve that night.  The older folks there seemed to be sporting the kind of life I don’t want, so I avoided them carefully. 

We were there to see the Dollyrots, a girl-led band just made for fun.  Their song Jackie Chan was on a regular rotation in my car a few years back, and I heard their fun new song Cause I’m Awesome not on the radio, but on a Kohl’s commercial!   At least I heard about the show from the DJ on the 106.1 so radio hasn’t failed me totally.  However, before the band I wanted to see came on, two others did.  The first was the alternately intentionally hilarious and revoltingly unfunny Stabones.  The lead singer is taking a page from chubby boy singers like the guy from Fall Out Boy but with less talent or songwriting ability, so he doesn’t pull it off so well.  But as Chris noted, while singing, he had the ability to hold aloft a half full pitcher of beer, and in the other hand, also precariously aloft, his large red cup of beer.    All of the songs were punctuated with ample F-you’s and I tired of them pretty quickly.   Yawn. 

Next up were poor Jimmy and the Teasers, the teasers of course being two attractive girls (bass and drums) and the bass player was on crutches!   They were a bar band from North Carolina, clearly weary from a life on the road that’s not really paying off, but they put on an enthusiastic and LOUD set. 

Last came the Dollyrots.  It’s true that the talent level ratcheted up with each set this night, and the Dollyrots came out blazing.  They played fun versions of Jackie Chan, My Best Friend’s Hot, and ended up with a version of Cuz I’m Awesome assisted by two enthusiastic, punk-dancing, mic-sharing fans.  I was embarassed on behalf of my town with the low turnout, but at least the few of us there were supportive.  In the end, the band put on a short but crackling set to a small crowd and seemed ready to go home (or to the hotel) and relax.  





Is the new frontier in cell biology the missing link?

24 08 2007

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Actually, the title I wanted was this:

Is the new frontier in cell biology the missing link between the amazing possible multiple realities of quantum physics and our fragmented Newtonian lives? 

But that was too long.

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And if so, can we laypeople understand the implications of cell biology AND quantum physics, and use the concepts of wave/particle duality and ourselves as a community of cells to improve our lives and the plight of the planet? 

If so, it might just save us from a) big Pharma,  b) excessive Western self-compartmentalizing,  c) excessive consumerism, and d) early illness and death.   And I’m not exaggerating. 

And you are also going to be curious about how the nuns and monks fit into all this.

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Well, it may be a long story, one I am just starting to wrap my own mind around, despite dabbling around the edges of the wave nature of consciousness issues for several years now. 

Part of what interested me was that pre-eminent thinkers I have long admired seem to be converging on the theme that science’s newest thinking is leading inexorably to implications about consciousness, spirit, and the essence of the human experience.   People like Gary Zukav (American Book Award winner for Science), Bruce Lipton (Stanford and UW cell biology professor and pioneer in cell cloning), and Danah Zohar (MIT trained physicist) , each with respected intellectual training, are turning away from doing the key science in their fields and applying the implications to areas as diverse as the soul and human suffering, health and well-being, and organizational change.   What the????   Have they all lost their intelligentsia cred and turned it over for new-age altruism (the polite explanation) or greed (the alternative explanation)?  Or is there something so compelling about the new sciences’ implications that these thinkers abandoned their old careers for something so challenging that it makes me cringe a bit when thinking about it?

Here are some key points.   What we know about the observable world, the large world, follows Newtonian physics principles, those of simple physical science.  But almost nothing in the quantum world, the small world, fits with the predictions or concepts of Newtonian physics.  Time is potentially meaningless.   Things can occupy multiple spaces simultaneously.  The phenomenon of observations is inextricably linked with the observed.  Non-locality occurs.  Energy is both a particle and a wave.  Taken to the logical extreme, intention influences the very nature of reality.

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Beyond the implictions of the quantum sciences are the frontiers of cognitive neuroscience.   In studying the brain, scientists have found unexplained phenomenon like the 40 Hz vibration of cells that might be the secret to mind, beyond the physiology of the neurons and neurotransmitters and chemical reactions in the brain.    Studies of elderly nuns and monks, those who lived a meditative and active life of purpose, found that they had evidenced no decline in apparent clarity and capabilities, despite often showing gross signs of brain deterioration that should have rendered them amnesiac and incapable of functioning.  The diaries of nuns showed that not only did they retain their apparent ability to function that was obvious to others, but they retained complete cognitive clarity, and this did not fit at all with the physiological insults of aging.   Was there something about the meditative life that saved them?  Monks have the same findings: longer than average, healthier than average lives, along with chanting.  The practice of chanting may actually re-tune the body’s vibration in an optimizing way.  Perhaps these practitioners of purposeful lives, whose lives from the outside seem full of ritual and sameness, actually experience something that maintains their openness and vitality?   Somehow, despite declines in their matter, they were able to survive/grow–how?

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That is all consistent with some of the new implications of findings in cell biology.  Biology studies how life is sustained.  Living organisms are either in growth mode, or in protection mode.  In growth mode, the organisms (or their consituent cellular membranes) are permeable.  In threat/protection mode, organisms shut down all but the critically necessary functions.   The metaphor is apt.  When we either as a cell, a community of cells, or a sentient being perceive stressors as threats, we become rigid, less permeable, and less interactive with the environment.  When we are relaxed, not perceiving severe threats, we are permeable, or mentally open.

Despite the race to unravel the human genome, our genes do not control our destiny.  Physiology alone does not control function.  Rather, the environment of the genes influences their functioning profoundly, and thus MATTER does not define us.  Rather, the ENERGY aspects of our bodies defines us as living beings.  Are we growing or protecting?  A just-dead body contains the same matter as a live one, but the matter is no longer moving, or expressing energy. 

Most of Western medicine aims at influencing molecules, proteins, or even genes, which can be understood as quantum particles, or matter  But the interactions of cells, the signals they send to each other,  function like quantum waves, and are influenced by the environment.  This is true due to the nature of the cellular membranes.  Cell membranes, the skin of the cell,  have many thousands of switches that exist to respond to environmental signals, which are largely electric–read: energy.

Here’s where Bruce Lipton may be going out on a limb.  Our perceptions and intentions are part of the environment, create energy signals, and thus, could be used to change our energy and thus even modify the matter (such as the protein sequences of certain genes) that is us.  While there may be physical insults like toxins that harm us (and in the food most of us eat, surely there are!), Lipton urges us to consider the possibility that energy signals may be equally important.   Our epidemics of obesity and poor health may be resulting in part from our perception of constant stress.  Brain signals, thoughts, are interpreted in the body as energy. 

We can thus focus consciousness, and intention, to move from threat to growth mode.  The focus on restoring balance of energies is common in Eastern medicine with its 5000 year tradition.   Lipton argues that if we accept that belief matters as much as Matter,  we can extend our survival without the use of medications with side effects.  We can use techniques that increase consciousness (such as meditative practice) to increase our awareness of our identity as a community of 50 trillion living cells and also of our interaction with the environment.  This awareness has been described by meditative practitioners as leading to enlightenment, or a profound awareness of the interconnection of all life and energy in the universe.  

OK, we’re getting far out here (what good will it do to become aware of my interconection to a distant star system?)   All of these writers, Zukav, Zohar, and Lipton, are led to the conclusion that the next steps in human evolution will be increased consciousness, spirituality, culminating in altruistic, non-consumeristic, communal behavior that will save ourselves and the planet.   A big leap from the quantum particle, or the cell membrane, but so fascinating to imagine that I can’t stop thinking about it.  The implications for psychology are enormous, but I’ll have to deal with those in another post. 





You went to see WHAT?

17 08 2007

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Yes, it’s true.  I pre-purchased tickets for Neko Case and Rufus Wainwright, a bizarre pairing to be sure.  I’d read critical raves about Rufus and previewed snippets of the songs on his latest album, and I’ve been a fan of Neko Case, so it seemed worth an evening of diversion.

It was a crazy day with lots of errands to run and not enough hours to get them done.  I had just enough time to get showered and meet Chris for dinner at the local cheap Mexican dive, or course named Guadalajara.  We had a LONG wait for a patio table which we passed with enormous margaritas.   Despite staring at the variety of diners who were occupying the tables despite having long since finished dining, we were not successful at scaring anyone off.  And it was a lovely Charlottesville evening.  In the end, we decided that we’d skip the opening acts and enjoy our dinners. 

So after a tequila shot added to each margarita plus some tasty enchiladas for me, we walked over to the Pavillion where Rufus had already started.   Rufus started with some acerbic politically critical songs like Going to a Town and Rules and Regulations, which come from a folk-ballad zone.  I thought, OK, his delivery is flat, but I can enjoy some deliberate flat singing……he sounds like his dad’s son…..But he soon segued into full-on Neil Sedaka meets Liza Minelli complete with costume changes and Vegas attitude!   Apparently the cognoscenti are clued in that Rufus is trying to channel Judy Garland, but I wasn’t, so to me it was….bizarre.   I almost enjoyed his version of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah, but not quite.  Nobody can compete with Jeff Buckley as a vocalist.  The CVille reviewer characterized the show pretty well here.   I however, was not left a big fan of the younger Mr. Wainwright.   Sure he put on a show, but I’m clearly not the target demographic audience. 

Still, it was an evening out, and the importance and pleasure of spending time with a friend can’t be overlooked.





Jamie’s first rock festival: Projekt Revolution

17 08 2007

Tuesday morning, Jamie and I both slept in and got to Virginia Beach by 1.   The day was warm but not humid and we couldn’t wait to get in the ocean.   Although I’d hoped to get an earlier start, it turned out great because we missed all the usual traffic in Richmond and Hampton Roads. 

Here’s Jamie boogie boarding in the waves.  One of my best life moments was floating on a high wave parallel to the shore, watching him come towards me, with a look of sheer, undefended joy on his lovely face.

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We got ready for the show very quickly; here we are about to leave, with our hair still wet from showers and Jamie getting excited about his first live rock show.

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We had extra tickets to sell, so we had to hang out for a while outside the ampitheatre.  Here’s Jamie in front of the big tour merch bus.   Obviously we waited a while because his hair is dry now!   Check out the perfect weather.

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Jamie was taking it all in–the people, the outfits, the crazy hair, the drunken behavior, the merch kiosks, and the food kiosks.  We grabbed a frozen lemon-limeade (him) and a frozen strawberry lemonade (me) and headed into the ampitheatre.  Our seats were good, in the first section on the right side of the stage, so we could see everything clearly.  Jamie was excited about all the rigging and equipment and preparations for the drama.  He didn’t want to miss a minute of any of the 6 acts on the main stage, so we sat more than I would have–on my own, I would have been wandering around more.   Here he is, mostly done with his frozen lime treat, with hilarious results!

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First up was Julien K.  The singer seemed like a cross between Trent Reznor and the guy from Psychedelic Furs.  Jamie was underwhelmed by the music but amazed that the singer and the keyboardist took their shirts off and were completely tatted up.

After a brief delay as the stage was reconfigured, Placebo came on next.  This London band was fun and had strong songs and a witty performance.  Both of us really liked them.  I’d only ever heard one of their songs on the radio before, but Jamie wants me to get their record and I just might.  Here’s their set.

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Next was a truly awful, loud, boring band called HIM.  I’ll skip that part since both of us were left rolling our eyes.  We saw a gaggle of chubby late teen girls who were totally into them, wearing pierced navel jewelry and HIM regalia that was “way too tight for them” because they were “a little bit fat” according to fashion critic Jamie.  (I agreed, but I’m still not used to the teenage girls with belly fat wearing low risers and bare midriff tops —back in the stone age when we were teens, chubby girls were few and more modest!  God I sound old.) 

Jamie selected a Linkin Park sweatshirt and a Projekt Revolution T shirt and poster for his room.  I got a My Chem shirt that Jamie was concerned about—he didn’t want me to get the skimpy one, which I passed on as poorly made, and he didn’t want me to get a shirt that might over-emphasize my chest.  I think he is getting to the age where he wants me to look like a mom—-he wants to avoid  the intolerable possibility that one of his peers or older buddies could think his mom is hot.

After that came the first band I was actually interested in, Taking Back Sunday.   I like most of their Louder Now record, and they put on a fun show.  Jamie couldn’t figure out why the 2 singers were wearing heavy long sleeve shirts including one in plaid (what is this, the 90’s?) in the middle of summer, but rocked out to their energetic set.  This is when the college girls started in with singing every word, but no real screaming yet.  Here’s their set, with a fun marquee with flashing alternating lights.

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Next up was the showstopper, My Chemical Romance.  There was a big delay while the stage was completely reconfigured in a much larger set, so we stepped out to get some food.  Unfortunately, this was not Louisiana nor a true festival, so the choices were limited to corporate vendors (probably Aramark or their ilk) with limited, bad selections.  Against my advice, Jamie got cheese pizza and a huge funnel cake with a Gatorade for $16 (! Yikes!!!) and nothing looked good to me at all.  I settled for a stale big pretzel and a diet coke (another $10 down the drain!) thinking I didn’t need all that grease. 

Sure enough, Jamie regretted his food choices later.  Near the end of the My Chem set, when all the college girls’ screaming in his ears was just too much, his stomach rebelled and he sat down with his fingers in his ears for protection for the last few songs.   My Chem was awesome, but R-rated with Gerard Way making lots of statements about his habit of giving oral love to other men, whether he was serious or not.  He got all the college boys to take their shirts off, and the girls just kept screaming.   Jamie didn’t really seem to notice all the sexual ambiguity, or else he was just soaking it in without comment.

The band gave a vigorous performance, certainly one of the most energetic and fun I’ve seen in a few years.  They had an elaborate stage design, massive banners, lots of elevated spots for the band members, pyrotechnics, and fantastic lighting.  

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After that, I would have been good to go, but Jamie had come to see Linkin Park.  I like a few of the band’s songs but really am not a big fan, but this is one of the bands Jamie hooked into early on.  We used to have to play Faint in the car with the top down on the way to every soccer game to rev him up.  (Tristan prefers Jet’s Are you gonna be my girl?)   Their stage design included large boxes they stood on with a curtain in front of them, backlit, before beginning the first song.  Jamie thought that was the coolest opening, and when they tore the curtain down and started jumping around, their energy was pretty impressive.  We stayed for about 6 songs before Jamie decided that he would rather return to the beachfront hotel and swim either in the pool or ocean before going to bed. 

 I told him he’d missed only one really typical aspect of a rock show–the traffic jam before and after.  Because we arrived early, there was no line to get in (and I’d bought a parking pass online so whisked right in to a convenient spot) and fantastically, no jam getting out since we left early. 

This was a wonderful day, with perfect weather and lovely focused time with my number one.   Jamie also declared it a “great day,” and especially liked ending it with a swim in the pool with multiple laps underwater followed by disgusting me by forcing me to watch an Animal Planet show called The Most Extreme about gross animal habits.   I told him we had to turn it off or else I would have nightmares.  His alternative?  Dirty Jobs, which that night was showing the San Francisco dump.  Charming!   But completely like Jamie, who is fascinated by how things work and smart as a whip, but full of testosterone.  He even talked me into getting the LP CD for downloading since “we missed some of the show Mommie and I’ll want to hear it later in the car.”  Oh joy!





The Simpsons

8 08 2007

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That’s what the boys were singing all day Sunday before and after we saw The Simpsons Movie at the Downtown Mall.   Many years ago I was a Simpsons fan, and got most of my laughs from it before the boys were born.  Fortunately, it is still funny in the same irreverent way and the movie hits similar high notes as the series in its heyday.  Homer is still an idiot without many redeeming qualities, Lisa is still the misfit in her family for being the one with brains and heart (but this time gets rewarded with a kiss from an environmentalist guitar-playing heartthrob!), and Maggie is still secretly wise while sucking loudly on her paci.  While I don’t aspire to my kids aping Bart’s antics, they have been watching reruns of the series occasionally and really got into the movie version. 

All the way home they were retelling their “favorite parts.”  And their other favorite parts.  Oh yeah, and that other favorite part…….a conversation which we did not have, unfortunately, after seeing Shrek III. 





Fine dining at Oxo

6 08 2007

For the second time I dined at Oxo on Water Street just off the Downtown Mall.   I returned so soon because my first experience was so unexpectedly good.  It’s a bistro, with French-modern food, in a hip interior done in taupes and muted aubergines and browns with a triangular stainless-accented bar serving an excellent array of fine spirits. 

The first course was a cold pea soup, which could sound dinstinctly unappetizing.  However, it was made with truffle oil and made the essence of the pea captivating.  The first time I went with Mom, and she had a fabulous baby greens salad with sage Derby, grapes, and a cherry-infused vinaigrette that was amazingly flavorful.  She also had the creative tempura crab appetizer which was plated beautifully.  Mom’s dinner was superb and mine was good but now I don’t recall it! 

The other night I went again with Jessye, whose mom, a retired chef, likes the place.  Jessye is also a foodie so I thought she’d like it.  I ordered the salad this time, although it was done with gorgonzola crumbles and a plainer vinaigrette, and while still fresh and lovely, it didn’t have the same zing as the previous time.  I got a wonderfully fresh seared salmon served on a pomme puree’ with a hint of lobster that was delectable.    Jessye was happy with her dinner too, which began with a white onion thyme soup that was amazingly light and fresh despite a purported cream base.  I believe she got a fantastic salad with that but now I’m not recalling! 

I would definitely go again to Oxo.  I’m waiting for a night suitable for sitting on the patio, which was unbearable the other night due to the heat.





What wasted unconditional love, on somebody who doesn’t believe in the stuff

5 08 2007

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Last night at the Charlottesville Pavilion I sweated it out with fans of bluegrass and alternative music over a long humid evening to watch Nickel Creek and Fiona Apple convert the usually non-overlapping fans of each other’s genres to their own music. 

Until last night I had no acquaintance with Nickel Creek, composed of siblings Sean and Sara Watkins and Chris Thile, who play guitar, violin, and mandolin, respectively,  along with an unnamed bassist who stayed in the background most of the evening.  Sean is apparently the main composer for the group but their repertoire ranged from covers of traditional bluegrass to music that sounded like a smash up of mandolins, improvisational jazz, and alternative bands from the Verve to the Last Town Chorus.   Typical of bluegrass bands were the wailing strings, close harmonies, and multilayered arrangements.   What seemed more unusual was the diversity of the influences that informed their song selection and song composition.   The biting lyrics and sarcasm were a welcome pairing with what can be over-sweet saturated strings. 

I loved Sara’s whispery cover of one of my first favored Dylan songs, Tomorrow is a Long Time, and their own composition, the self-deprecating and hilarious Anthony, a song of love gone quickly wrong.   The great wailing violin got me every time. 

Pairing them with Fiona Apple was brilliant.  Rather than Nickel Creek “opening” for Fiona, they began the show, and Fiona joined them three times, each time separated by more Nickel Creek music.   Apparently they frequently play together at the Largo in Los Angeles, and the result was this tour. 

Fiona has a strange charisma and one of the more unusual swaying-to-the-beat styles out there.  Despite her 90-pound-weakling-teetering-on-5-inch-heels-persona,  the voice that emanates from that tiny frame is staggering live.  She performed a fully realized Extraordinary Machine as her first number with the band, surprising everyone with her true range.  She covered Walking after Midnight and did it well enough that I didn’t feel the usual irritation about anyone daring to cover a song already done by Patsy Cline.  She also covered a great song of broadway composer Cy Coleman’s called I Walk a Little Faster and it was one of the night’s highlights.  She followed that up with Limp, joking that the two songs paralleled the beginning and end of her typical relationships.  

She performed songs drawn from her second and third album.  I loved her delivery of Oh Well, one of her best self-searching and cynical songs.  Everyone expected her to provide Criminal, her breakout song, at some point, and she obliged.  It came near the end of the show, with Sara saying “now we are going to do a bluegrass number; Fiona has been studying the Highlands arts that make a song truly bluegrass” and the band began playing and Fiona sang Criminal, converted into a bluegrass song.  It was hilarious and surprisingly convincing.   

I am always happy to see live music and last night was no exception.  I was also happy that Splendora stayed open late for the concert-goers and we could all enjoy a real Italian gelato in an attempt to cool off.  Thanks to Mom for babysitting and letting me out of the house for an adult evening. 





Time has flown

2 08 2007

Today my little one turns 8. 

Well, “not until 11:56 tonight Mommie” he reminds me this morning. 

 I remember when he looked like a beautiful baby. 

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Of course we all looked different then!

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Here he is last night, cavorting with his big brother in the parking lot.  And this morning, taking a more “serious” picture with me.   Can you tell that Orange is his favorite color?

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Eight is an interesting mix, because he’s old enough to want lots of freedoms and independence (i.e., no bedtime, endless computer game privileges, snacks whenever he wants, avoidance of tooth and hair brushing, watching PG13 movies) while still retaining the right and desire for closeness, cuddle time, sneaking in the bed with me, hiding his face during “scary parts” of TV shows, and wanting an escort whenever ascending or descending the stairs.   

Another example:  today, his real birthday, will be spent overnight at camp, because that’s the best way he could imagine spending his birthday (“Mommie when it’s your birthday, you get a CUPCAKE at camp and everyone sings during round-up!”) yet yesterday, he wanted a special night to celebrate his big day and get plenty of attention.  He’s also planned to wait the 20 days until school starts to have his party so he can invite all his new 3rd grade friends (no doubt looking for a haul of presents!).  And this morning, he couldn’t wait to get measured on the doorsill and have his new height marked (just shy of 4 1/2 feet tall!)  

I always loved getting to choose my birthday meal as a kid so I offered the same to Tristan.   Fortunately for me, and since his Grammy was coming, he did not choose Cici’s Pizza and asked for Outback instead “’cause I like STEAK Mommie!”    We celebrated with a dinner last night at Outback (his choice: Joey Sirloin and big sundae!) with a few presents from family members.  I was glad I’d gotten a card and taken time to wrap the gifts because he took care in reading his cards and unwrapping his presents slowly.  tbdaydessert.jpgThe birthday boy, age 8, with a dessert almost as big as his head!