Ding Dong....Hostess Is Dead.

My hometown Wonder/Hostess Bakery Outlet

When I heard the rumors last week that a baker's strike could affect the future of Hostess, I was skeptical.  Airlines go on strike all the time and yet they manage to stay open.  But this was different.  Hostess said that if the strike were to continue, it would be detrimental to its operations and they would have to file for bankruptcy and close.  It seemed like it was a major threat to make the workers give up and cave in.

But it wasn't.

They meant every word and here we are. November 16th and Hostess has moved forward with closing and filing for bankruptcy.  With Hostess Brands closing, this includes Wonder, Dolly Madison, Home Pride and Nature's Pride.  My sister in law posted this news this morning and I honestly got a little sad.  I think I could blame my emotional state due to pregnancy but I think I would have been just as sad if this happened at any other time.

Growing up, we used to live down the street from the Wonder/Hostess outlet.  My dad would give us a few bucks and we would take a walk and pick up some treats.  It always smelled so good even if the product was about to expire or already had.  And by the way, Twinkies have an amazing shelf life.  I think I'm sad because a little piece of my childhood will be gone.  I know, way too over dramatic.  I mean I could blame Hostess for giving me my fabulous figure and the many, many times we'd have to go shopping for bigger sizes  for me as a child.

Granted, it's been a long time since I've actually had any Hostess products and maybe if I purchased more it would have helped a little but it seemed inevitable.  I'm probably not going to go out and stock up on any of their baked goods because it seems to me that I had let them go a long time ago.

Maybe I'll pick up some twinkies......and some donettes......and cupcakes.....but that's it.  Oh and ding dongs.

Hopefully, these links will help you fill the void.
http://www.instructables.com/id/Homemade-Hostess-Twinkie-Recipe/
http://www.instructables.com/id/Homemade-Hostess-Cupcakes/

Dia De Los Muertos 2012

If it's the first Sunday after Halloween, you will find my family and I in Tuscon for the annual All Souls Procession in honor of my father in law.  You'll know you're in it because everyone's faces are painted up to look like skulls and you'll see altars or shrines big or small.  There parade attendees are in the thousands and the crowds are more than happy to see you.

Last year I designed the float so this time it was my sister in law's turn.

The brick wall represents the hard work Dad did as a mason.  Then there are various pictures of our family, Dad as a young missionary and a picture of the Mesa Temple.  "Hasta Ver Nos Con El Rey" is a line from the LDS hymn, "God Be With You Til We Meet Again." There were little knick knacks like skeletons, a little guitar, and a Book of Mormon in Italian.  I remember my husband and I bought that for him while we were visiting SLC.  Dad was trying to teach himself Italian so we thought he would like it.  He told Mom that if they were ever to serve a mission as couple, he'd want to go to Italy. Looking at the book made me feel a happy, a little sad...or a lot sad.

Dia de los Muertos carries a special meaning to my husband's family.  Every year Dad would go alone to Mexico to week long celebration.  They had never gone with him and when we heard of this parade, everyone thought it would be a good idea to honor him in that way.  The first one we went to took place a few months after he passed away.  It was such a fun time and I'd like to think that he was there with us and that he loved how silly we all looked with our painted faces, trying to maneuver a float in his honor down crowded streets.

It's amazing to see what people can come up with.  We were towards the back of the parade so I'm sure we missed some really cool pieces that were in the front but our float was good as well.  I think my favorite was the cow skeleton bike.

I wish I had video of this in motion.  The guy who made it had set it up so when he rode the bike, all four legs would move as if the cow was running.  Amazing!

There is something about walking with a big giant crowd of people, all there for the same purpose; to honor someone they lost.  There is no race, no religion...yes it does remind me of John Lennon's "Imagine" when we take part.  There is nothing but kindness and smiles.  There's always some kind of music playing, whether it's a school band, a mariachi or even a group of bagpipe players (somehow we always manage to be around them).  There are also groups that have causes such as honoring those who pass away while trying to cross the border, American veterans, nuclear plant workers, and other various causes.  We were surprised/glad that there wasn't any political activists or people with their "push to vote for my candidate."  It was just a big happy group of folks who want to celebrate.

This person dressed up as a bird dancer on stilts.  The way they moved was curious and strange, I had to snap a picture.

The route was full of spectators on both sides and all you see are flashes of light or the glow of cell phones itching to take pictures.  Again, people take candid shots of you, your kids, people around you..I think I might have gotten used to it.  Another thing to expect is the smell of marijuana along spots while walking in the parade.  My niece said, "Ew, something smells like a really strong bug spray or something." I said, "Yes, it's bug spray now walk faster."

We end the night reconvening at our usual spot to eat sandwiches and chips from home and talk about what we saw or heard from the crowds, our favorite floats and forgetting how chilly it gets in Tuscon at night.  Then we pack up and head out for the hour and a half ride home, extremely sleepy, full of food and new memories of the parade.

I can't wait till next year.

"To Sleep Perchance to Dream"

Lately sleep has been a subconscious adventure of vivid alternative realities that have laid dormant in my head.

Not only have I been waking up at 3am every night fully awake and aware of what just went on in my head, I can't forget the detail of each dream I've had since Monday.  I know that dreams become strange or more realistic during child carrying but this has been some of the most excitingly terrifying series of nights I've ever had.

Monday Night
I am at a large city park with my sister in law, her little 2 year old son, my husband and his brother.  I'm very pregnant and I'm helping my sister in law shoot a video of her son kicking a ball with her.  He kicks the ball and it shoots past me towards my brother in law.  He picks it up and throws it back, over shoots and lands towards a van that has just pulled up to our area of the park.  Two suspicious men walk out as the ball stops near their feet.  I tell him to go get the ball.  As he nears the van, the two men give my brother grief and he comes back empty handed.  Thinking this is totally ridiculous, I walk over and demand the ball; explaining how silly it is to take from a baby.  As I'm explaining, I don't see the left hook coming towards my face.  Everyone that was there at the park with me, are gone, including my husband.  I slide back, trying to catch myself, trying not to fall because there's a tiny person completely unaware of what is happening.  I'm able to steady myself by hanging on to the side view mirror of the van.  And then I start to forget my instinct to run and begin to fight this large man.  It's not about a ball anymore, it's about trying to hurt my baby.  I don't know how I came to know how to fight or even remembering where I learned how to take a blow by angling my body in such a way, that my midsection is protected.  I proceed to punch this man in the throat, but not after I get a few blows, really good ones.  I keep punching him until I hear the crunch of his trachea.  I walk away towards our car.  I see everyone there.  I start to cry and ask, "Why didn't you help me? Why didn't you call the cops, he hit me first!"  My husband says, "Why are you so short-tempered? Why didn't you just let it go? I'm tired of your instigating!"  He then tells me, "I think we're done.  I can't be someone who likes to start trouble."

It's 3am and I wake up and cry.

Tuesday Night
I'm at a doctor's office with my husband for a routine check up.  I meet with a man, who is not my doctor and he does the normal checks, blood pressure and asks for symptoms.  He scribbles some information down, turns to me and says, "Okay so we'll take the baby out, see how it's doing and put it in the oven at 325 for about 40 minutes."  My head begins to spin.  My husband says, "Sounds great doctor."  I look over to him in an incredulous daze.  I ask my husband, "Are you sure about this?"  "Honey, they're doctors, they've done this hundreds of times."  They take me to the O.R. and take out my baby.  In my head I'm fighting every part of it, but my body does nothing. I don't see the baby until the ding of the oven goes off.  I'm led to a nursery/bakery, where they take out the baby from the oven.  It is a full term baby, breathing and surrounded by potatoes and carrots in a roasting pan.  They set it before me and the baby has the face of Jabba the Hutt.  Large slit red eyes, same nose, large mouth with crazy tongue.  They tell me to go back to the waiting room and the doctor would come back with the results. My husband looks happy and I don't know what to think about what I just saw.  I receive a text message from my brother saying the doctor found a mycordial tear but thinks it can be repaired.  Be ready to head to the O.R. to put the baby back in.  When the doctor shows up I ask, "How can you put the baby back in?  You can't!"  He says, "Ms, you're only 19 weeks along, the baby needs 21 more weeks in your oven."

It's 3am and I wake up.

Wednesday Night
My Gramma cleans houses for a living and asked if I could help her with the work.  I agree.  We start cleaning and my Gramma heads out the door to throw the trash.  She calls for me and tells me to bring her the broom but to walk slowly out the door.  Confused, I do what she says and then she tells me, "Go back in the house and close the door."  Before I can object or ask what was going on, she blurts out, "Just do what I say!" So I go back in, close the door and look through the window.  My Gramma has the broom in her hands, raised like she's going to strike something.  Then I see the biggest spider I've ever seen.  It moves down the door over the window, and my Gramma slams the broom on it.  The legs of the spider curl in and I think it's dead.  Then the spider jumps and it turns into a wolf spider.  Not like a regular wolf spider, it's an actual combination of a wolf and a spider and it's charging toward Gramma who is standing unfazed with a broom in her hand ready to strike.  I can't open the door and she gets the wolf-spider in the jaw and with another quick move she slams the broom handle onto the top of its head.  She continues to fight the beast as I try unsuccessfully to open the door.

It's 3am and I wake up.

I'm trying to piece together what spurned these weird dreams.  Monday's dream I have no idea, maybe the great pictures of my nephew at the same beautiful park, my love of the Bourne movies.  A few months ago I posted a picture of a roasted chicken I had made and my vegetarian girlfriend said, "There's something about a whole chicken that reminds me of a tiny glazed oven baked baby. Is that weird?" And just recently, a friend of mine had written that she had found a large spider, maybe a tarantula on her kitchen counter.

The things our brains decide to store and spring on us in our dreams is so mysterious.

When I sleep tonight I can' t help but feel a little nervous about "what dreams may come."

Tiger - RAAAAAAWWWRR!

My daughter has a thing about animals.

She loves them, loves shows about them, has a collection of stuffed versions of them...animals, animals, animals.

Sometime during the day I like to do some kind of school-ish activities whether it be letter sounds, sight words, shapes, colors; all that stuff.  Today, she was not interested in any of it.

I've made my kid animal shadow puppets, paper animal with holes for her to loop yarn through, practice great animal sounds but had never dressed her up as an animal.  So I got a paper plate and crayons and made her a tiger mask.

Once it was done, she transformed.

She immediately started to slink on all fours with exaggerated shoulder movements.  Her breath was growling, then she pounced!

I let out a fake scream and she says, "Run Mommy, I a scary tiger!"  After running away from my little tiger she says, "Okay now close your eyes and go to sweep."  You don't have to tell a pregnant lady twice.  She led me to my room, covered me with a blanket and closed the door.  This is a game she likes to play.  She'll leave then knock on the door, and I basically invite her in to "scare" me.

She comes in and begins to walk on all fours on the floor so I can't see where she'll pop up.  When she does, I pretend to be scared and she giggles and starts all over again.  It went on for about an hour which was nice because I got up way too early and needed a break to rest....until she popped up again.

I noticed she was getting tired herself so I suggest that the scary tiger get a snack.  I love that something as simple as a homemade tiger mask made her so happy.

Tired tiger.

The Gestation Period and the Kindness of Strangers

Yes, I'm pregnant.

12 weeks along.

Being a woman of a certain shape, that of a pear, a delicious round pear that would probably taste so good braised in a red wine reduction or caramelized and set over a custard or in a tart; announcing to people in person that you are pregnant, their eyes go directly to your stomach, as if you are due in a matter of weeks.

Then as you notice their eyes refocus on your face, you politely say, "Oh, I'm only X weeks along."

Awkward.

Back in November, I decided I was ready to have another baby.  I thought I would get pregnant as fast as I did with my first and that wasn't the case.  Granted, it's still a blessing to want to be pregnant and then get pregnant because I have so many friends that have tried and couldn't.  Every month I thought I was pregnant, I was let down.  I decided that maybe my body was not healthy enough to be pregnant.  I decided to switch up some eating habits and since I cook a lot at home, I could control my ingredients and my intake (sometimes).  I did my best to not think about getting pregnant, being pregnant and not being upset if I wasn't pregnant. The key was to not think about it.  If it happens, it happens.  I tend to over think...a lot.

I found out on June 9th that I was carrying a second child.  My first thought was, "Holy crap."

I've had three appointments and labs done.  This last appointment was a bit of a bombshell.

I am pre-diabetic....possibly.

Gestational diabetes?

Dang.

My doctor recommended that I start on a diabetic diet but to make sure I get 2200 healthy calories a day and 8 glasses of water.  2200 calories.  That's a lot.

I'll have to admit once I found out I was with child I threw caution to the wind and heard Gramma's voice in my head, "Whatever baby wants, baby will get."  I did get morning sickness but also craved a certain flame grilled burger from a fast food chain, rhymes with hopper.  But now I had to think about consequences of being unhealthy.  I'm going to be re-tested in 4 months, hopefully with a better result otherwise it's medication and/or insulin.  I don't like pills and I sure as hell don't want to stab myself everyday.  So I made a decision to do better.

We're lucky in the fact that if we need information on anything, the internet provides.  Right when I got home from my appointment I searched and searched.  Today when I went grocery shopping I told myself, "Buying healthier options will be pricey but your health and baby's health and the rest of your family's health is very much worth it.  Plus we'll save from eating out."

I did fine with buying produce but things can be tricky with "whole grains" or things marked as such.  I went down my pasta aisle and saw a very fit woman looking at pasta.  She was holding a whole grain box of penne and reading the label.  She was also wearing work out clothes.  I was unsure of what to buy and being the outgoing person that I am I asked her, "What are you looking for in a healthy pasta?"  This woman was amazing.  She talked about healthy carbs, whole grains, enriched flour, duram wheat flour, servings, pairings, compared regular pasta with whole grain pasta, sugars, folic acid - this woman knew her stuff and I was so glad asked.  I wish I would have made a better effort and said with all dorkiness, "Do you want to be my friend?"

As we parted ways down different aisles of the store, I felt more confident in my choices I was making and reassured that I can do without all of the foods I've loved for a long time.  I can alter my recipes to be healthier and still have it be satisfying.  And as an added bonus, it turned out that I saved $30 on my grocery bill.

People are usually kind to pregnant women and I appreciate it and yet I know that as I get more shapely with this baby, people will feel so moved as to touch my stomach, forgetting that touching anyone without invitation is weird and not welcome.  Just to let you know, it's weird and not welcome. Unless you're my immediate family, they're "touchy" people.

I-10, 405, Detour, 605, 91 = Home

The day at Santa Monica Pier was AMAZING.  Even if all I got on was the ferris wheel but I did play a lot of carnival games which my niece proved to be the master of.  Rigged?  Maybe not.  Lunch was great, beach was sandy and waves constant. Even walking back to the car with damp clothes and feet trudging in the sand was great.  Plus, my legs were exfoliated and I got a great tan.  I love when the sun is out but it's not a reminder of the 9th circle of hell.

We pack up the car and head home.  We planned to leave the beach at 4:30 because my aunt was going to have dinner ready for us and with traffic it would take us an hour and a half to get back to the house.  An hour and a half car ride seems bad but it got worse...much worse.

As we are driving (more like crawling) along the freeway I see a plume of smoke come out from under the hood.  Great.  We pull over and my husband sees that we have a crack in the radiator about 4 inches long and there's coolant leaking everywhere.  My husband is a great mechanic.  Did I freak out?  Yes.  Luckily, my husband is the complete opposite and he hops on the smart phone and looks up an auto repair shop.  It wasn't far and after we park he lifts the hood.  I join him (as if I know what any of it is) and ask, is it an easy fix?  He says, "It's six bolts, yeah...as long as they have a radiator."  Luckily they had a radiator and my husband went to work.  It was not even a big deal for him.

He makes it look so easy.

Radiator fan, bolts being removed.

I had no idea that this was what a radiator looked like. Oh well, it's in some dumpster in California now.

The next thing we had to figure out was a fast way to get home.  I didn't have my cell phone because I forgot to charge it and my sister's phone was dead.  My husband's phone was fine but he didn't have my cousin's number.  My sister told me a number that sounded right so I tried it.  She's got a great memory, pretty eerie how good it is.  I got a hold of my cousin and there was no way around it, there is going to be traffic and it will suck.  It took us nearly two hours to get home.

During that time the story of how my husband  used his incredible automotive smarts had been spread to my aunt, uncle and cousins and he pretty much got a hero's welcome.  I thought it was fitting that he was wearing a Superman t-shirt because he really did save the day.

Pick Up Where You Left Off.......Part Two

Last Friday was a "can't sleep out of anticipation" night.  We were going to get up at 3:30 am to hit the road at 4am-ish.  I woke up at 3:25, beating out my alarm clock by five minutes....after going to bed at 10:30pm.  I was so ready to go and hit the road, I might have been a little too chipper.  My sister's face as I woke her up pretty much told me that.

About 40 minutes out of town, we hit quite a downpour.  My husband was telling me all the things he did to the car to make sure it was in great condition for a road trip, including installing wipers.  As they swished back and forth, I was asking about costs of repair and joking about how much he charged for labor.  The rain was getting heavier and as he fiddled with the wiper switch the funniest thing happened, the wiper blades got tangled.

We pulled over to the next rest stop, and my husband untangled the wipers.  He ended up switching the wiper blades around, they were working perfectly as we left.  Less than 2 minutes after we left the torrential downpour, the rain stopped.  We all laughed.  The rest of the drive was smooth sailing.  We stopped at IHOP to eat breakfast and got to my aunt's house at noon.

She and the family had since moved from that house I remember but once you walk in, it's that same warm welcoming feeling.  When we would visit as kids, my aunt would make us beds out of blankets and sheets on the floor.  She would ask, "Do you want a queen sized or king sized bed?"

It's amazing how we are able to jump into conversation as if no time had passed.  There is never any awkward moments.  We quickly catch up in the kitchen about what's been happening since we last saw each other, start eating and laughing...seems almost instantly.  Then my aunt suggests, "Do you want to go in the pool?"  The weather is a cool 75 degrees and the pool water is even colder but we jump in anyway.  When someone's backyard is so lush and green with a crystal clear pool in the back, how can you say no?

The next day was a trip to Corona Del Mar (near Newport Beach) for some light beach fun.  My kiddo had a blast with destroying sand castles and getting splashed by the waves.  

Looks like my kiddo is only getting her feet wet right?  I'm so glad we brought another outfit.

On Monday we headed out to Santa Monica Pier which was a bit of a drive but we left early hit up the rides and carnival games.  

From the view of the ferris wheel.

My three year old is in there!

 You can't hit up the pier and not hit up the beach.  We did exactly that.

Taking a break from being splashed by the waves.

This was a perfect day.....the evening was.....adventurous? There was maps, superheroes and my sister's amazing memory.

More to come tomorrow.