Scooter Select
Little Scooter Bunny made the soccer select team! This has been his dream since he first heard of Select in his first year in U10 back in 3rd grade. A few of his friends had gotten their phone calls, and we figured Scooter didn't make it again. A couple of days later we got the call. I kind of wonder if he was the second round draft, but oh well, he's still on the team, and he's going to work his butt off until the end of the school year! This is a big deal for our family, because soccer is both kids' favorite sport, and Scooter has wanted to join a club team for years, but (1) we can't afford it and (2) we can't afford it. Oh, that and the fact that Scooter doesn't have that killer instinct the other club players have. It's also a big deal, because now, instead of soccer season ending this weekend, we play until the end of the school year! Wahoo!!! This soccer mom is ecstatic!

I downloaded the Kicker this morning and found out that Scooter's regular team, the Blue Bandits, got a good sportsmanship award. We really do have a good team. The boys are very nice (the Select boys are not as soft and sweet, which is probably one reason why they made Select, but that's another story), and they play well as a team. Our coach is knowledgeable, positive and encouraging. I just wish he and the parents were a little tighter. We had a great year when the Rapids took first place. We could have had a fun year like that again, even though our guys are only in 3rd right now. (There's still the possibility of going to the regional playoffs if our guys can fend off the Flamehawks this weekend.)

I also got a few of my pictures on the website (www.region14-ayso.com) and in the newsletter (The Kicker)!

Soccer mania continues!

Bears for Charity
The Rainbows (all 23 of `em plus a few siblings and one spouse) met at the Downtown Disney Build-a-Bear store. Each girl made a bear, added her own touch by dressing it up (mom paid), and included a note to the anonymous child who will receive the bear this Christmas. Isn't that nice?

Fluffy and I were the event hosts (hostesses? too many s's). Since the girls would be going home with basically nothing but a good feeling in their hearts (Vickey and I took the bears with us to wrap with festive bows), I bought patches for each girl to put on her vest. Then Fluffy and I gave out little scrapbook kits so each girl can make a memory book and picture frame to her liking. I spent a fortune on those pens, paper, stickers, and patches.

Vickey, Janet & I got a lot of stares and a few comments as we carried thirteen bear boxes back to the car. It looked like we had some really spoiled little girls.

We met the rest of the crew back at Tortilla Joe's (an offshoot of Joachim Splichal's Patina empire, I think). The food was pretty good. I hate that they automatically added an 18% gratuity to our bill. They could have treated us like shit, and still get an above-average tip.

The girls had a great time playing in the mall. Fluffy adores Thea, but doesn't get to see her very often, so she was beyond excited. Overall, it was a very nice outing.

Mean Girls
Fluffy's been having trouble with some really mean girls at school. I always worried about Scooter getting beat up (based on my co-workers telling me that every boy has to get into at least one fistfight in his life to prove he's not a wuss), but those girls are the ones we need to worry about. One actually said to Fluffy, "I'm going to sock you," and then hit her a bunch of times. And the verbal abuse is worse. So after our endless coaching to Fluffy to steer very clear of these girls and to not get cornered in the bathroom, Scooter said, "When I grow up, I want only sons. Girls are too much trouble." You said it, boy!

Is that a Drinking Game?
A bunch of fifth graders got in trouble during recess for playing spin the bottle. Heh heh heh!

Thankful for (slurp) Bibs
When Scooter was little, he drooled a LOT. I was afraid he would have to wear a bib to kindergarten. His preschool class did these little turkeys for Thanksgiving where each tail feather has something that they're thankful for. Funny preschool teachers put Mom, Dad, Gerber Graduates and Bibs on Scooter's turkey feathers. Ha ha.

The Hostess with the Leastest
Fluffy always cracks me up. She was pretending to be Lizzie McGuire and I was her friend. She was throwing a pretend party, but somehow I ended up bringing the chips and soda, calling all the pretend friends, providing the music since she only owns one CD, and I even had to give her a gift. In the meantime, we had put the real tent back out to dry out more, and we were lying on the ground looking at clouds, but I guess they weren't moving fast enough for the little fluffball. She got all mad and said, "I'm not enjoying this party. And YOU'RE the host!"

Cheesewillikers
We're always being approached by talent scouts about Scooter. Fluffy finally got her turn when we were at McDonalds after their soccer games. She was looking especially cute, in her pink soccer shirt and ponytails tied with pink ribbons. Unlike Scooter, she really wants to go to the screen test, but she has a basketball game at the same time. I would love it if she were in a commercial or two; however, since it will probably interfere with her school and my work, it probably won't work out anyway.

Mommie Dearest Day Care
Everyone's telling me we need to rent "Daddy Day Care." In the meantime, I started telling Scooter & Fluffy some of my own day care stories.

One of the first ladies we visited watched a handful of little boys, and had a nice set-up in a back room that looked out onto the big, grassy backyard with friendly trees along the perimeter. She was a very pleasant, caring, Christian woman, but she was also really, really fat, and when she escorted us to the door, probably twenty feet away, she choked and wheezed and struggled, and had to sit down halfway there.

There's the woman who came highly recommended by a co-worker. When I called her, she grunted in reply, "I don't do dat no more," and hung up. I couldn't pronounce her name anyway.

There's one who lives really close to our school who was recommended by the child care referral service. She had about fourteen kids running in and out of the house, no one was doing homework, kids were fighting and screaming, and cigarette smoke poured into the house from some guy smoking on the back porch right outside the screen door. I think she still watches kids these days, but not mine!

Guido wanted to go with a Chinese lady in Redondo Beach who didn't speak any English. I think he was impressed because she washed each kid's bottom in a tub of water when she changed their diaper.

The Montessori school was absolutely spotless. It was the middle of the day, when the school should have been noisy and cluttered. They literally had no playground and no toys. Later on someone told me that the whole Montessori philosophy began as a way to take care of large numbers of poor orphans in war-torn Europe, hence the minimalist (sparse, bare, sad, depressing) surroundings.

The most memorable one was Paula from Hermosa Beach. Her house was a dump. Dirty dishes were piled up higher than my head all over the kitchen; exposed outlets and light switches were within children's reach. She took us outside to where the kids played, a slab of concrete with pieces of wood piled up unsteadily and covered by piece of cheap artificial turf. Then, maybe to impress me, she said she had had a couple of beers for lunch!

For Scooter, I finally settled on Crystal. She had a huge dragonfly tattooed on her boob. I later found out her son is ADD and so is she! We moved on to a day care center.

Fluffy went to "Grandma Ruth." Grandma Ruth watched fourteen kids (just like the Towers woman). She also kept an eye on her husband Clark, who had had a mild stroke, and her grown son who was disabled and brain-damaged due to a brain tumor he had when he was a teenager. Ruth and Clark had spent all their life savings on court costs trying to gain custody of their grandson (offspring of the brain-damaged son and his drug-addicted ex-girlfriend), and therefore she watched all these kids, even though she was about seventy! Poor Fluffy was left to play by herself in her playpen for hours at a time ("she's such a good baby, you can just leave her and she plays by herself"). One day I went to pick her up and found her under the couch. Fluffy moved to a day care center as soon as they had an opening.

I (hate) Huckabees
So there's this new movie out, I (heart) Huckabees. Did I mention this before, how they asked us for free pens to use in the movie? And then they asked us for more free pens, because supposedly one of their lead actors is a klepto and kept taking the pens home. (Don't they have a budget for props?) And in return they promised to let the Marketing department visit the set since they were filming right around the corner at the vacant Epson building. And they also sort of hinted that they might let us come to the L.A. premiere. Of course, we were quite excited at the prospect of meeting Dustin Hoffman and Lily Tomlin.

Well, on the day we were supposed to visit the set, one of the actors (who shall not remain nameless, Jude Law) threw a hissy fit and refused to let us commoners come and disrupt his creative (Jude Law is an asshole) process. So they said they would maybe let us come back on another day when the prima donna (Jude Law is a little princess) wasn't there. They never did. And when our PR guy called his Huckabee contact to see if we could get into the movie, all phone lines were disconnected.

I (hate) Jude Law.

Woods Valley 2004
We had our last Rainbow Woods Valley camp this weekend. Even though I took a day of vacation, I got a late start and didn't get to the campgrounds until it was dark. They put our tribe way out in the farthest corner of the park. Really nice, putting moms and daughters way out there with the bears and coyotes, and worse, far away from the bathrooms. I was ready to leave the park and find a motel when the Hardgroves found us. We had dinner with them at Papa Bear's, and then we shared their tent since it was too dark to put up mine. The next day we set up my tent before everyone else arrived.

It was a pretty laid-back day. We set out food and snacked all day long. We held the nation craft activity (foam hats) in the morning, and in the afternoon we went to the Thunderbird area to make ice cream! Fluffy said it didn't taste that great. But it was still fun making it. In the late afternoon, we played bingo.

Our campfire turned out to be really nice. They didn't allow fires this year, so everyone lined up their Coleman lanterns and made a nice little stage. Our skit was a series of knock-knock jokes.

I have to say thank you again to the Hardgroves for prompting me to put everything away before we went to bed. I always like to live out of my car anyway, because I don't like my things getting dirty, and I don't like a lot of junk in my tent. But I'm also lazy about putting things away, and I like to leave out things I know we're going to use again. However, that night we put away just about everything. The only things I left out were one chair (to sit on to put on my shoes), my cooler, and the Coleman lantern (it was too hot to put away). The only things in the tent were the air mattress, two sleeping bags and one tote bag (and the inflatable potty).

Somewhere in the middle of the night, it started to rain, and it never stopped. I am so glad we had the potty, because there was no way I was taking Fluffy out in the rain to use the bathroom.

It rained and rained and rained. I didn't sleep at all, because I was so worried about the tent leaking. That's a pretty good tent! Even though my stakes came loose in the mud, and the tent kind of caved it around us when the wind blew, it never leaked.

I kept looking out my window to see if anyone was up. I heard roosters crowing. Finally, I heard someone from our tribe starting to load up their car, and that was my cue to get up. I carried Fluffy to the car, packed up the air mattress and sleeping bags, and asked the Hardgroves if they had any room for my other stuff. I rolled up the tarp and tent onto one huge bundle and they threw it in their truck with my cooler and soggy chair. That mud was so gross. Thank goodness I had extra towels and throwaway tablecloths to line the car.

I slid the car down the mud road, and went to eat breakfast with the Hardgroves. Instead of going to the pumpkin patch like we had planned, we went shopping at the Carlsbad outlets.

When we got home, we hosed down everything on the sidewalk. What a camping trip!

Good Mourning
It took a month, but the valet parking is finally up and running at our school. Is it just me, or is it always that disorganized at the beginning of the school year? I don't remember it being so chaotic in prior years.

Anyway, directing the valet parking is a perk reserved just for fifth graders. And there were Scooter's friends, lined up on the sidewalk, waiting to open doors to let kids out. Teddy was looking especially serious about the whole thing. I can't believe those are the same little kids who started kindergarden with Scooter just a few years ago. When Scooter was getting out of the car, I threw my arms around him and wailed, "Oh, my little baby, you're growing up too fast!" (that's to make up for him laughing at me last night when I burned my fingers on a towel I heated up in the microwave for him)

Wahhh!! What am I going to do when he and Fluffy leave our house for good? I'm going to be so sad and lonely. I'll have to take in little street urchins and torture them with my hugs and kisses.

Death Pals
I commented one day that a friend said that we are soul mates. Scooter asked, "Are you sure you're soul mates? Or death pals?" What the heck does that mean?

Too Much Information
I am so glad I live only five minutes away from work. Today I had to go home and change my pants. Whew, to think I almost wore the beige ones today. Anyway, I told my officemate, a 37-year old GUY, that I had to go home for a little while, and he said, "What's the matter? Weren't you wearing a mommy diaper?" I guess he HAS been listening when I ramble on about this and that after all. Oops!

Belly Flop
In my never-ending quest to embarrass myself and whatever family members happen to be around... Scooter and I were kicking a soccer ball back and forth as we headed to the soccer field for Fluffy's game. I now know that I should not wear floppy rubber slippers and run after a soccer ball on a grassy field with a big beach bag slung across my back. I tripped, my bag went flying over my head, and my entire body hit the ground all at once. I had grass stains, not only on the knees of my jeans, but on my pockets and all over the front. Fell down right in front of a referee and all the parents. Someone should have videotaped it. I'm sure it could have been worth some money.

Mean Girls
When I picked up Fluffy at school today, she introduced me to her new friend Ashley, who "says the A-word and calls people 'Twerp.'" Nice.

Then we saw a former friend, Nikole, whom Fluffy absolutely adored last year, but this year, "She calls people 'asshole' and 'stupid' and 'twerp.' And she didn't think I was listening and she told Ally, 'Fluffy doesn't have any style!' What is she talking about! SHE doesn't have any style either!"

I could have said something like, "Well, sometimes people put other people down if they're jealous of them or feel insecure," or even worse, "You should probably feel sorry for her if she has to make herself feel better by saying things like that." Instead I said, "Well, what do you expect? Her mother was either drunk or stoned when she brought her to your birthday party."

Groovy, Man
The Rainbows met at Sami's house for our first tie-dye event. It was so much fun! Sami went all out, with T-shirts and washcloths for all the kids. I thought Sami was crazy to invite us to do this at her house, but it wasn't as messy as I thought it would be. We were able to do everything in the backyard. I guess these days it's all chemicals and none of the boiling on the stove.

After we tie-dyed, we made Indian drums out of coffee cans and leather. Fluffy, Lauren & Jexenia already made theirs at the Pow Wow this past spring, and they came out so nice, we bought kits for the rest of the tribe. The drums will be used in our skit at the Woods Valley camp.

44-Year Old Cheerleader
Did I mention our soccer team actually looked pretty good this weekend? I guess I jumped the gun when I said we sucked after our first game. Well, maybe we still do suck and we were just lucky. Our guys did look a lot better. They ran a lot harder and were more aggressive than the first game.

I made myself pom-poms for both teams, and believe me, I used them. Especially at Scooter's game, where the stakes are higher (regional playoffs, Commish Cup tournament). I set up my camp chair at every game right on the edge of the field, as close to centerfield as possible, but I never sit in it once the game starts, because I'm jumping, screaming, and running back and forth trying to get the best view of what's going on. (I also have my camera and try to take pictures in between the screaming rampages, and the refs and coaches always get in my way.) So anyway, after one screaming, jumping, pom-pom waving streak, I looked around and noticed that I was the only parent standing up. All the others were in the shade, sitting in their camp chairs like adults.

You only live once. And I am enjoying it to the FULLEST! Even if it embarrasses my children. Poor Fluffy and Scooter. I say that a lot, don't I?

Wacky Doodles
[This is gross] Fluffy gets these huge balls of wax in her ears. We've had the doc remove them a few times, but this time she said first we had to try to get it out ourselves using some over-the-counter stuff. So yesterday, Guido filled Fluffy's ears with this stuff and had her walking around the house holding cotton balls in her ears. Fluffy knows how to make a really sad face, and she kept using it as she asked if she still had to keep the cotton balls there. Scooter was roaming around the house with ice on his face (from yesterday's soccer elbow). They both looked funny.

After a while Guido tossed Fluffy into the bathtub so he could flush her ears out with water. Scooter and I followed them into the bathroom with a bag of cheetohs so we could watch the show. Scooter kept saying that the water was going in one ear and coming out of the other. Guido finally threw us out of the bathroom and locked the door.

Later on Scooter was taking a bath and started screaming his head off. He got a little ball of wax in his mouth.

Smile and Say Cheese
Last year right before school picture day, a kid grazed Scooter's face with his shoe when they were on the jungle gym. It left a nice reddish-purple streak on Scooter's face, which showed up nicely in the pictures.

Yesterday at soccer practice, Scooter got an elbow in his face. Poor bunny. One side of his nose swelled up a little on the outside and a lot on the inside, to the point where he couldn't breathe through that side. (I also looked up his nose and saw that it was almost completely blocked.) At least he can breathe today, but guess what? Today is picture day!

Goodbye Cheyenne Nation!
So after leading generations of families through a successful parent-child program, the YMCA is renaming Indian Guides to Adventure Guides, and basically eliminating anything Indian-related. Maybe I don't know enough to know that I am degrading a nation of people who were here before anyone else. IS it offensive to Native Americans? I'm trying to put myself in their shoes. Would I be offended if a group of haoles started a club and immersed themselves in the "Oriental" culture, if lunch at Yoshinoya Beef Bowl was considered an enriching, cultural experience? Well, since moving to the mainland, I've discovered that Japanese, Chinese, Korean, Okinawan, Taiwanese, Vietnamese, Laotian, and Thai are all the same thing. Am I offended? Nah, because haoles are stupid. I WAS a little annoyed that our neighbors thought we were related to the former owners of our new house (they were Korean and we're Chinese / Japanese). From a teacher and a human resources specialist at that. Again, haoles are stupid. But we Indian Guides have had real Native Americans come and teach us dancing, terminology, how to respect nature. We hold campfire and chapel (another no-no, God and church aren't for everyone), and stress family, sharing, charity, good citizenship, respect and harmony. What's not good about that? And why don't want Native Americans want to be associated with that?

Okay, I do have a suede vest with beads and fringe. Maybe that's not proper, respectful Indian garb. Then there's that gawdy red, white and blue feather headdress, and the headband with pink and blue feathers. But I never wear them!

Well, no matter what they call the program, I'm glad I had a chance to be a Rainbow Maiden with my best friend Fluffy, and I'll be forever thankful to the YMCA, no matter what all the other Towers parents say about "those Y kids." And I love my YMCA friends, even though most of them are haoles (and not ALL of them are stupid).