ravishingjane — Wed, 07/10/2013 - 02:58
We recently dropped Q-Bear off with a mass of other children to board a bus to summer camp. She will be away for 6 days with no one to rely on but some crazy teenagers and her peers. She was really excited to go and I've been really excited too. Today marks the point where I've been away from her the longest in her life. We still have 3 days to go.
I grew up going to summer camp through the same camp she's attending. Ever since I was her age (actually, I think a year younger) I spent a week away at camp having fun filled adventures. I hated the first year. Somehow my parents got me to go again and I was hooked. I worked my way up over the years becoming a lanyard making gods-eye constructing bow and arrow stringing pro until eventually the camp paid me to be there and help create good memories for new campers. It's all so bittersweet to consider my past with camp and to be sending my first born off for her first year.
One new thing the camp does is post photos daily onto a website where you can browse through and even order prints of camp pictures. We were checking out the first batch of photos and seeing nothing of our girl. Of course by about photo 50 I started being a panicky mom who really wants just a glimpse of her shirt or some other proof that she actually made it onto the bus a couple of days ago. Eventually we found a handful of shots of her at the very end of the day. She was with her counselor pouring ashes into a fire pit. The pictures brought back a memory in me that I had forgotten about camp… Every last day of a camp session, ashes from the nightly campfire are gathered into a box, then on the first day of the next camp session spread back into the first campfire. The purpose of this ritual is to keep the camp spirit alive and start off a new week at camp with the past. She is one lucky girl to have been chosen to get to spread the ashes (if that is in fact what she was doing). Thinking about it makes my heart beam. I wonder if the box of ashes have been going since my days at camp. If so, my 12 or so years of camp from 20 years ago are intermingled. Cool, right?
I really hope she is having a great time and it's hard not being able to ask her. She's never spent more than 2 nights away from her bed or family. She is a very strong, self-reliant and brave girl. For that reason, I'm not overly stressed out about her being away. It is strange though. My kiddos are growing up so fast.
ravishingjane — Tue, 06/25/2013 - 16:16
Life with a 3 year old is incredibly fun. If you haven't ever lived with a 3 year old I highly suggest you get started on that right now!
Our household is constantly laughing because of the things Screamers says and does these days. He's still so little that he's crazy cute, but he can now verbalize his ideas and join in on our conversations, which is a relatively new feat. So new in fact that he rarely knows what to say. His cute toddler voice, that I really can't believe will go through so many changes over the next 10 years, will answer our questions about life, time, math, donuts, fences, sloths or whatever, with a fully backed up opinion about trains, robots, zombies, chocolate or whatever.
It's hard to pinpoint the hilarity because it's so constant and so spot on every time. One good example would be when the other day Q-Bear was pulling my shirt tight across my torso and I poked my belly saying, "that's my big bump." Screamers immediately grabbed my boob and said, "no, THAT'S your big bump!" Completely unexpected, snappy and natural coming from a 3 year old. I asked Q-Bear one day what her thoughts were on why 3 year olds are so funny. She decided that it was because they don't understand the world. Screamer's response? Cars drive on roads, trains drive on tracks, birds fly in the sky. Seems like he has a pretty good understanding of the world.
His favorite thing to watch on TV are those dumb shows middle aged people put on YouTube of themselves playing with trains or Hot Wheels. Every now and again I get suckered into watching his "little movies" with him. I now know how to do things like dye white Hot Wheels cars with RIT fabric dye and turn Pez dispensers in to USB drives. All very useful information.
Another funny thing he did recently was to draw G-Sauce a Father's Day picture which was primarily spiral type lines that required some artist deciphering. When asked what it was his reply was, "Mother's poop." Happy Father's Day!
Also… Cheers to all the fun loving 3 year olds of the world. Keep on learning and putting that new found knowledge to good use in society.
Screamers would now like to know if Nola's hair grows fast enough for Bob the Builder. Not sure where that came from, but what do you think, Bob? Does our dogs hair grow quickly enough for you?
ravishingjane — Tue, 06/18/2013 - 08:52
This past weekend we decided to take our first family camping trip of the season. We packed up and headed to a place called Boiling Springs which is located about 1:45 north of Boise in the Garden Valley area (GO 6B!!). We got ourselves a nice campsite next to the Payette river that was about 1/2 mile hike to some natural hot springs.
Wow, distraction… One of Screamers toys just started honking at me all on its own. That reminds me of Q-Bears ghost which I don't think I've ever blogged about. Actually I thought I had blogged about Alex, but I just searched my blog and couldn't find it anywhere. It's a decent story. I'll share soon!
Anyways, back to camping. We're out in the beautiful Idaho wilderness surrounded by peace and nature. Who decides to pull in and camp in the site next to us? Some disrespectful idiots from a county near Boise that is usually looked negatively upon due to some stereotypes (I'm not going to say the county name other than I've been known to call it "double caution"). I do have friends and family who live in that county, so I know it's not all bad. But honestly, that stereotype didn't come out of thin air! These people were awful. Loud. Vulgar. Mean. Profane. Repulsive. There were 4 young adults and 5 kids between the ages of infant and 8.
The first night they stayed up extra late hollering profanities at each other and letting their kids shine flashlights everywhere. Pretty annoying when you're trying to sleep in your tent with your children which you can still hear and see lights through. Not walls people.
When morning finally came we woke pretty early and decided to hike up to the hot springs. For those of you not from Idaho, our state is littered with natural hot springs. There's a huge selection of springs you can drive, hike or backpack to that have had holes dugout around them to create a small pool. They take some maintenance by campers to keep decent, I mean they're just a hole in the ground that is full of stinky mineral water, but some of these springs are so amazing. It's a ton of fun to seek out new hot springs and give them a whirl. Your skin typically feels nice after a good soak in the earths minerals too. It's not usual to get out feeling like you just bathed in a mud hole.
Our day went on living near those… people. Throughout the day I noticed that they never once had positive interactions with their children. Plenty of yelling at them and ignoring them, but never any laughter or sweetness. Every time I would walk near one of those kids they (the kids) would start talking to me and showing me things like stumps and just really wanting some attention. One of the parents asked me where the springs were and when I said they were about 1/2 mile hike past the campground, one of the moms halfway freaked out about the distance. My 3 year old can go that distance and here's a young woman camping with her family who's afraid to walk that far. I do wonder if they ever made it to the hot springs.
For awhile all the adults disappeared and the kids hangout at their campsite peaceful as could be. That was nice. Then late afternoon came and my kids and I heard one of them giving their kid a real lashing. Lots of what sounded like painful spanking and calling the child terrible things at the top of their lungs. Kid was absolutely screaming. Chaos was back. More obnoxiousness for awhile and then after dinner time they decided to go somewhere. Somewhere that one of the kids didn't want to go. I saw one of the moms put the kids in their van, stick her head in and scream "you're going Jackass" to the kids, then slam the door and speed away. I have no idea where they could have gone, but they came back late that night. Our babes were sleeping and we were enjoying the last bit of campfire. We went to bed without noticing much else and left before they were moving much the next morning.
It's unfortunate when you come across such horrible people and can't really do anything that will make a difference. Their kids seemed safe, fed and healthy. Their only real misfortune is the parents they have to grow and learn from. I feel so happy with my family and the life my children are living.
Other than terrible neighbors we had a blast. Q-Bear caught 4 butterflies with her hands and we all failed at catching any fish. It was nice to be out and about in nature not thinking about work or home for a couple of days.
ravishingjane — Tue, 06/11/2013 - 09:50
Don't buy hermit crabs. They require a lot of care and don't really do much in return. You have to give them two types of treated water (one salt and one purified), fresh food, top heat, bottom heat, humidity, extra shells and clean bedding. You also have to clean up after them when they decide to molt and make sure they don't eat each other. Apparently freshly molten crab tastes delicious to other crabs.
We got the kids all setup with their hermit crabs at Christmas time. They really wanted them and we thought it might be easy and neat. Well, heck! The kids enjoyed the crabs for about one week before they started making requests of what to put in the terrarium after the crabs die. One of them did die and there was very little grief about it. One down, three to go. I'm not heartless so I continue to care for them. Just me. No one else does anything for the little guys. G-Sauce enjoyed holding them that first week until one of them pinched him. That was a crab family deal breaker for him. So all they have is me and it just takes work that I don't want to do in a space that could be a lot prettier if we didn't have to have a rigged up humidifier tubing mist into the terrarium which stands on an ugly old military can with a crappy towel! Uhhhhh. My house is beautiful, but those crabs and their setup we gave them is really ugly.
Why am I irritated with the crabs today? Their heat lamp burnt out and I have to go buy them a new one.
With all that said, want to buy my hermit crabs? I'll sell you the whole setup for less than it's worth.
ravishingjane — Fri, 06/07/2013 - 10:15
There's a very special kind of ice cream man here in Boise. He goes by the name of Scary Larry and we have seen him around town in every neighborhood we've lived in for the last 10 years. How does he manage to make rounds in all parts of Boise? Well for starters, he drives REALLY fast. I kid you not, I have seen a child chasing Scary Larry's ice cream truck down the street with money in his hand. Scary Larry was too fast to notice him.
This guy doesn't even have a back door on his truck! His backside is wide open and he straps his cooler full of goodies down to the sides of the wall. So you have Scary Larry hauling ass all over town with hopeful kids trying to catch him, and all these years we've just watched in wonder. Well, last night we achieved the previously thought impossible and caught him.
We had heard him on the other side of our neighborhood so Q-Bear grabbed her money and we all went outside to anxiously wait. He never came. We ended up going inside and distracted ourselves with a game of Magic the Gathering (Q-Bear and G-Sauce) and bath time (Screamers and me). Patience pays off because about 10 minutes later we heard Scary Larry coming down our street! Money was grabbed and child was wrapped in towel. We all ran outside and found Scary Larry servicing the developing young teens across the street. He is old. He has hearing aids. He also has a pot full of dirt at his doorstep surrounded with quarters. The beauties across the street got their goods and said thank you. Scary Larry's response? "You're welcome. And, thank you for being my friend," in a sly dirty mans way. Cute girls and I exchange head shaking looks as the older one says, "you're welcome, Scary Larry." Our turn!
Our children, one of them naked, tell Scary Larry what they would like. While Q-Bear fishes out some money for him, Screamers asks him if his bowl full of dirt is dog food. Scary Larry tells him that it used to have ground cherries growing in it and then proceeds to tell Screamers all about ground cherries. Screamers tells Scary Larry that he knows all about ground cherries (since Scary Larry had just educated him on the subject), and Scary Larry just looks at him and says, "no you don't." Alright. Money is given. $0.50 change is expected. Scary Larry hands us a plant clipping and tells us that it's chocolate mint and we need to plant it and keep it wet for 3 days. Cool. Will do. G-Sauce politely reminds him that he owes Q-Bear $0.50.
I must say that our first encounter with Scary Larry was more than I ever could have hoped for. I do hope that we see a lot of Scary Larry this summer, but I will not be sending the kids out alone to talk to him.
ravishingjane — Tue, 06/04/2013 - 11:33
We bought a house about a year and a half ago that apparently is right at that age (about 20 years old) to start needing things updated. With that said, one side of our fence is currently gone and being replaced with something that won't fall down during windstorms. With this section of fence gone we now have access to 2 neighbors backyards, and them into ours. It's strange, but I feel like I'm invading their privacy by having a closeup view of their backyards. I don't really care if they see our yard so much, but I feel like I should have a verbal invite to look into theirs. Our side is in complete shambles right now too. G-Sauce and I went through and cut down a few trees and trimmed off some large sections of other trees. We have mountains of branches laying all over our yard, and no fence. One of our neighbors has a pool and the other one has a half court sized basketball court. It's really too bad that I can't just claim their yards as part of my own for the next few days. Their sides look much more fun than ours at the moment; not that I've been looking.
I had another opportunity to feel like I was violating some privacy code recently too. A friend of mine dropped her purse wallet thingy in my car and neither of us noticed until I was unloading my car later. Naturally I called her phone to tell her that I have her purse, and I wasn't overly surprised when her purse rang. But then, dang-it-all, that meant that I had to open her purse and find her phone to get her husbands contact info. Going through other peoples bags just seems wrong to me. Her's is very small and tidy so I didn't have to go digging and find strange things before finding her phone. So that was nice. She would have had a much harder time finding my phone if it were she looking through my purse. She'd possibly have to watch out for sharp objects, chopsticks, candy, little boys underwear, a teabag and heaps of paper that somehow always manages to find a home in my bag. Not a pleasant experience, I'm sure.
It's funny that I feel like these certain spaces need to be respected so much. I'm the type of person who will be a first time visitor in your home and rummage through your cupboards until I find a water glass. I will also roam your home until finding the bathroom. No shame there. I guess backyards and purses are where I draw the line.
ravishingjane — Wed, 05/29/2013 - 15:24
Sad but true, this is my last week selling Ravishing Jane goodies at Indie Made. It's been a wonderful experience helping to open this special spot in Boise and watching it grow. I wish all the best to the people I've met along the way and to all the new artisans joining.
I have a handful of broken china necklaces and barrettes available still. I will pulling everything out on the 31st at 2pm. If you've never made it down to Indie Made before, please make it a point to stop in sometime. It's a great place to shop and find those local nifty gifts you need.
Indie Made is located in downtown Boise on 6th St. between Idaho and Main.
ravishingjane — Fri, 05/24/2013 - 13:10
Father's day is coming up quickly, and to many that means shopping for one of the hardest people to shop for. I never know what to give my dad on gift giving occasions. He has no use for anything I make and like most people he buys what he needs. One Christmas my mom gave me $20 and set me and a friend loose in the mall with the mission of buying my dad a Christmas present. After wandering around for what felt like forever and not seeing anything that struck my fancy, I saw a coffee cup booth. I was young and I didn't drink coffee, but I knew my dad did! We had so many coffee cups in our house that I just knew he loved coffee cups and would appreciate a new one. So I picked out a silly smiley faced mug and gave the lady my $20. She gave me $5ish back in change. I was done, happy, feeling accomplished. When I found my mom I gave her the change and showed her my grand purchase. Well, it didn't go over very well with her that I had spent $15 on a stupid coffee mug. I was in a bit of trouble and saddened. And then to make matters worse, I left it at the wrong house when we headed for the hills to celebrate Christmas. Christmas comes, I have no present for my dad. Which actually might have been better than a stupid smiling overpriced coffee mug.
Now I'm married with kids and get to figure out gifts for my husband too. Which leads me to the topic of this blog post! I was cruising Etsy for some Fathers day gift ideas and came across a few fun items that I thought I'd share on my blog. Perhaps by spreading the love of these artisans, shopping woes of wives and daughters can be eased a bit.
For that stylish vegan hunk in your life we have Retool. I think the wallets and bags offered here are really eye-grabbing and look very well constructed. Each piece is made of seatbelt material and comes in a wide variety of colors. I don't know about you, but I love the feel of seatbelt and am happy to see such a material being used in a creative yet functional way.
For the tie wearing businessman in your life we have Micky Chase Jewelry. No, It's not all jewelry. This shop creates custom stamped tie bars and money clips. I know if I were a tie wearing money carrying man who was tired of getting ties and money all the time, I'd be happy to receive a special "Best Father" tie bar or money clip. You can even choose between a satin or brushed finish on the metal.
shits giggles we have Crotch Talk. A wonderfully fun underwear shop that puts the fun on the inside of your pants. Each piece of underwear is plain on the outside and printed on the inside. We all need something to smile about when we take the time to sit on the pot, right?
ravishingjane — Tue, 05/21/2013 - 17:45
Life is as jolly as it is dumpy. You're up and then you're down. Sometimes you find yourself going round and round until you just have to throw your arms up in the mucky air and wait for it to clear.
These past couple of months have been on the dumpy side for me in many ways. My allergies have been making me wish I could leave my body. All of our businesses have been taking a nosedive. Anything I work on to try and help our businesses ends up being a huge obstacle course. Hay-fever has kept me indoors more than I'd prefer. Running was completely out of the question for a long time. Our fantastic neighbors (and friends) are moving. I've been having horrid sales on my handmade goodies. I can't afford anything, and I totally gave Q-Bear a black eye last night.
The good news is that summer is coming. How quick did that come up? I can't believe that in less than 2 weeks my kids will be home every single day. Perhaps having them home will create some magic around here and we'll see some positive changes. So far there have been a few small nice changes… I've managed to get a better hold on my allergies and start running again, a few things I'd been working on for work that had gotten held up for over a month just cleared, and potatoes are a cheap food that everyone in my family will happily eat. Oh yes, and there's the fact that I've decided to start blogging again. Welcome back ravishingjane.com!
*Q-Bear is fine. Her black eye is little compared to the giant beams she inherited. She even says that she feels well enough to play frisbee again (the culprit).
ravishingjane — Tue, 05/14/2013 - 15:27
I've decided to resurrect my blog. Yay! While doing so, things might seem a bit messy and misplaced. Fear not. Any disorder or missing content will be temporary and return as something awesome (and up to date).