Tuesday, November 29, 2011

random memories of oliver...

i remember the day my mom called to tell me about this wonderful man she met on a bus tour... and that was the beginning of their story...

they got engaged and were married on january 21, 1988 at the museum of flight in seattle... oliver was fascinated by all sorts of transportation, and was a pilot for a time, making the museum of flight the perfect location... but the perfection of the wedding location wasn't what mattered here... my mom and oliver found something that few people ever find in life, perfect love.

oliver middlebrooks, jr. passed away on november 18, 2011 (just a couple months shy of his 84th birthday) at 10:22pm... he was surrounded by my mom, helen middlebrooks, his son, curtis, me, and one of his hospice caretakers when he took his last quiet, peaceful breath...

he was an amazing man, full of spirit and joy and curiosity about seemingly everything... he became a part of my family that day in 1988, and there was no way not to love and appreciate him... even though i had already moved out on my own, he was always there for me, and once i had kids, he was grandpa oliver to them... but more importantly, he was there for my mom... i'm thankful every day for the wonderful 25 years she had with him...

turn on your speakers and enjoy this photo montage of some of those 25 years...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BD5vUzijNgo




Tuesday, November 8, 2011

random daddy issues...

my dad, doug, orion and darbey in the summer of (i'm guessing) 1999?
ha... no, not THOSE kinda daddy issues :)  mine involve the whole arduous process of moving my father from his small town (we're talking population 900ish) in california up here to washington state... all in a matter of about two weeks... whew.

first thing that had to happen was to find the man a place to live... so apartment hunting ensued... i was looking for inexpensive rent, but it turns out that the cheap apartment complexes are seriously G.R.O.S.S.  i wouldn't wish a place like that on my worst enemy... G.R.O.S.S.     but... finally found him a place close by... did you know that trying to rent an apartment for someone else is nearly impossible?  it was a fight at every turn, i mean, i'm glad things are electronic now, cuz that helped speed some things up, but we're talking about a 75-year-old man here... electronics are not his forte...  and there was only one chick in the leasing office who wasn't annoying... or a bitch...  but nonetheless... apartment leased... check.

next up, furniture... he decided to go with rental furniture so (a) he didn't have to figure out how to move his furniture from cali to here; and (b) when he's done with it, the rental company can just come and take it away... no trying to find people with trucks and muscles and stuff... so, furniture picked out, ordered, and delivered... check.

next up, get my dad (and the stuff he's bringing with him) here... and so starts three difficult and trying days... so, the plan was for me to fly into reno, have his friends pick me up at the airport and drive me to his house (about a 2-hour drive down parts of nevada and into the eastern border of california... a way up in the sierra nevada mountains...)  followed by my dad and i packing his SUV full of everything he's bringing and setting off on two 9-hour days of driving back to washington...

so, the flight... i hate flying... hate it... i should've brought drugs, or alcohol, or both... but i didn't, and reno was having a major windstorm, so the landing was something akin to a hellish rollercoaster ride... i hate rollercoasters... hate them... so... i LOST it... there was hyperventilating... there were tears... there were well-meaning people around me trying to calm me down, telling me to "imagine i was somewhere peaceful"... yeah, none of that worked... tears were still streaming down my face and my knuckles were completely white from death-gripping the arms of the seat... fortunately, the plane landed safely on the earth, and i was probably not ever in any real danger... but my logical mind doesn't ever stick around to help me through things like that, so i ended up making a complete fool of myself... anyhow...  flight...  check.

on my way to the baggage claim, i ran into my dad's friends (who were there to pick me up), which saved me a lot of phone calling and searching and stuff... so we grabbed my suitcase and off we went on the 2-hour drive to bridgeport (california... not connecticut) which was interrupted briefly by a stop for chinese food... where i ate WAY too much... and my dad's friends (who also happen to be married to each other... with strong hungarian accents... in their 70s... and my dad's landlords for the past 20-some-odd years...) were making jokes about the tapioca... i'm fairly sure there was a comment about 'that pudding with the little balls' that started a wave of 'balls' jokes... and while i share many a 'balls' joke with my kids and friends, i'm not used to sharing 'balls' jokes with people in their 70s, which made the whole thing even funnier... good times... good times...  drive to bridgeport... check.

holy cow... my dad's apartment was a M.E.S.S.!  he had the pile that was going to be traveling with us... and then there was everything else... he had a couple boxes of pictures and stuff, and some dvd's and cd's for me to go through to see what i wanted, so i did that that night and then hit the hay... long long day... check.

friday morning it was up and at 'em at 6am... all of his buddies were coming by at 8am to help pack up the SUV, and bonus... it was snowing... if you know me, you know i don't do snow, and i especially don't drive in snow... well, except for that day, apparently... goody... more white knuckles... we hit the road about 9am... made a couple of stops... and proceeded cautiously up the 395... fortunately, the snow only lasted about 30 miles and the rest of the drive to yreka, california, was free and clear... in fact it was like 56 degrees in yreka in the late afternoon... we were thankfully past any more danger of snow driving... or so we thought...

saturday morning... guess what was falling out of the sky?  oh yeah... more snow... are you effing kidding me with this?  this time it lasted until we got off the mountain that ashland, oregon is on... and up at ashland, there was about 2 feet of visibility... i should've probably been wearing diapers cuz i was close to pooping myself... could this trip be any more terrifying?  well, as with the flight... and the drive on friday... we made it back home... safe and sound and alive... but with far less hair (and the hair that was left was decidely greyer than it had been just three short days before)  home... check.

it has now been a week since i started out on this journey and my dad is all moved in and mostly settled into his new little apartment, much closer to us, which is awesome, cuz we can finally spend some real quality time with him... welcome to your new home, daddy :)


Saturday, October 29, 2011

random gun musings...

holy bullets, batman... i guess i sort of knew in the back of my mind that "guns" were a semi-hot topic... not so much in my sheltered world, necessarily, but after posting on facebook that i was contemplating buying a winchester shotgun, it became clear that "guns" were in the category of "religion" and "politics" when it comes to people's opinions on the subject...

for me, i pretty much feel the same way about all of these topics... i have my opinions, and i don't feel the need to impose or persuade others to agree with me... partly because i don't feel i have enough information to really argue a valid point on any of these subjects, but mostly because i hate (and yes, i do mean "hate") when other people try to force their opinions on me... i'm a "live and let live" kinda girl...

anyhoo... i don't think i've received so much attention on a post or comment EVER in my life... and everybody seems to be adamant one way or the other... either "go for it!  get a gun, girl!" or "absolutely don't do it!"

now, my entire life has been gun free, not by any kind of conscious choice, i just didn't grow up around guns... or people using guns... tbh, guns always scared me, they still do, and i realize that this fear is based solely on the fact that i know NOTHING about guns, but after an attempted break-in to my house (while i was home - a crazy scary experience to say the least) two days ago, it got me thinking that having a gun would've made me feel much more in control of the situation, and not so reliant on the police showing up and doing something to stop it... thankfully, they left before successfully breaking in, but if they had made it into my house, there was no way i was prepared to do anything to protect myself from these two men, and that TERRIFIED me... TERRIFIES me, still.

i like to think i'm a fairly rational person, and i realize that i went straight to getting a gun as a major reaction to what had just happened, but i also stocked the house, myself, and my kids with pepper spray... and i activated the security system, and i have definitely started thinking about actually having plans for what we would do should somebody actually breach our secure little world, so in that respect, perhaps something good has come from this... it does make me feel better knowing i at least have a plan for some kind of control over a horrifying situation...

but, i digress... i have not yet completely decided on the gun idea, but i am definitely still thinking about it... i have one kid who is dead-set against it, and one kid who is ok with the idea, but since neither of them (like me) have ever been around guns, i can understand the hesitation and fear... i feel it too... but i'm beginning to think i'd like to at least see what it's all about, instead of just blanket dismissing the idea.

so on that front, i spent about four hours this morning researching the topics of "guns in homes."  some of it was peoples' opinions, some of it was statistics (which don't in and of themselves ever convince me of anything since statistics can be skewed or presented in a way to make anybody's point about anything... and quite often don't include the opposing side's converse stats) and this is what i found:

(1)  (opinion)  guns in homes was just fine as long as everybody is educated and taught respect and things were locked up in various places for safety...
(2)  (statistic)  guns in homes created conditions where homicides and suicides were greatly increased in those homes...
(3)  (opinion)  guns in homes are just too scary and not worth the worry of previous statistics...
(4)  (opinion)  people who agree with guns in their homes for protection feel more empowered and capable of protecting themselves and their family...
(5)  (opinion)  people who don't agree with guns in their homes for protection (or really for any reason) feel like they are either an accident waiting to happen, or a convenient tool too readily available for someone who might have an irrational moment...

here's what i couldn't find:

(1)  (statistic)  how many home invasions were prevented because the intended victim brandished a gun in self-defense... i'm assuming this kind of thing would never make the news, or any kind of statistic-gathering organization, especially if the incident was never reported to the police...
(2)  (statistic)  how many (or few) times a victim had to actually fire their gun at a home invader, as opposed to just making its presence known...

much of this information was terrifying and sad to read about, but as i was reading it, all i could think was that the majority of these cases were anecdotal, and included many outside factors such as guns not being locked up in homes with small children; people in the house who were not educated or taught to respect or use guns; and/or guns in the homes of people who have or had depression or alcohol or drug dependencies...  a major argument for the case against guns in the home was that people are human, and make mistakes, and that the outcome of some gun-owners mistakes was just not worth the risk... i can see their point here, but...

i am still on the fence about the issue, and intend to go with some friends to a shooting range, and possibly take some gun safety and training classes before i ever purchase a gun, but this is what i do know...

if i had a shotgun two days ago, and those two men had managed to kick down my front door, they either wouldn't have stuck around after i cocked it, or they would've been severely injured (or worse...)

and  i would've been ok with either scenario...

if you have any opinions, anecdotes, statistics, or whatever to share on the topic, please comment below... as i am still in the research stages, i'd like to hear what people have to say on the matter...  no judgement...

Thursday, October 6, 2011

random exercism... days 11-30


this is not me... just someone pretending to be me...
so, i got kinda lazy in the blogging department, but NOT lazy in the exercise department :)  that's why you're getting the 411 for the last 20+ days all in one blog post... if you haven't seen days 1-10, you can read it here:  http://randomliana.blogspot.com/2011/09/random-exercism-days-1-10.html

DAYS 11-20
ok, so remember from my 1st "random exercism" post, by 10 days, i really mean 10 workouts, which are 6 days on and 1 day off...

i've completely given up on the dance cardio video... it's stupid... the music is stupid... and i may as well just jump around randomly waving my arms about for the same effect... soooo... i've had to get REALLY disciplined about hitting the gym for the elliptical, and i'm proud to say, i've been rocking it for at least 45 minutes to an hour, six days a week... yay cardio!

then for the muscle toning dvd workout... the days 11-20 workout was about three times as hard as days 1-10... holy butt pain, batman!  but i muscled through and did all 10 days... needless to say i was ready for the switch to the days 21-30 workout, even though odds were it was gonna be much harder...

here's my day 20 numbers:
weight - 143
total measurements (in inches) - 138

so i've lost 2 pounds since day 10, and 6 pounds overall, and my measurements have gone down an inch since the initial measure... so far so good...

DAYS 21-30
ok, so for cardio, i've bumped up my elliptical to at least an hour, six days a week, and upped the resistance as well :)

the days 21-30 muscle toning dvd workout has been my favorite of the three i've done so far... it's hard, but i was able to get through all of the exercises from the first day... hopefully because i'm stronger from the first 20 days, and not because it's just easier... i wonder what days 31-40 have in store for me?

here's my day 30 numbers:
weight - 141
total measurements (in inches) - 137

so i've lost 2 more pounds since day 20 (8 pounds overall!)  My measurements have gone down two inches since the initial measure... so far so good!

Next update will be after the next 30 days (somewhere around Day 60)


#gettingfit

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

random brews...

recently, i attended the tacoma craft beer festival with a couple of my girlfriends... it was a crazy, fun time, to be sure!  but besides all the other obvious beer festphernalia (the little taster glasses, pretzel necklaces, and your basic jolly beer-appreciating drunkard) we noticed several clever beer-related t-shirts... this prompted the usually shy me to walk up to complete strangers and ask if i could take a picture of their shirt... i was super proud of myself :)  so here ya go... it's like walkin' around a beer fest in blog form...

"I used to think drinking was bad for me... so I gave up thinking."   and   "BEER   It's what's for dinner"

"I'm working on my SIX PACK"

"The Beeriodic Table"

"This beer is making me awesome!"

"Beauty lies in the hand of the beerholder"   and   "Do you believe in love at first sight... or do I have to buy you another beer?"   and   "got beer?"

"Beer Knurd"

"In dog beers, I've only had one"

"My life is a very complicated drinking game."

"Good Beer"

"DRUNK - Warning:  Explicit lyrics, slurred speech, and highly sexually aggressive."

on the hat it says "GIRL BEER"

"Now it's time for my real job - getting loaded!  (Modern Drunkard Magazine)"

"I need a BEER"

and my favorite... yet, not beer related...


wait for it.....

thanks to mary beth and denise for giving this guy a hand with his shirt :)

next up:  Fremont Oktoberfest!

#beerme