Archive | December, 2004

Let It Snow!

30 Dec

It is DUMPING snow here! The snowflakes are HUGE! I get to go home early today because of it! The mountains could get up to 7 feet of snow!

We’re planning on skiing 2 days this weekend, and snow shoeing 1 day!


I love exclamation points!

Celebrity Sighting

29 Dec

I forgot to mention that I met the drummer for Maroon5 over the weekend while in Palo Alto.

Well, sort of.

JB and I were out in front of his parents’ house, and saw a couple walking their baby down the street. It turned out that the man in that couple was an old friend of JB’s from high school.

We all stopped to talk, and it turns out that this friend, Matt, has been drumming for Maroon5 on their most recent concert tour. I guess the original Marroon5 drummer is injured, so he’s filling in until that drummer gets better.

I really like Maroon5. In fact, I went to their website today to see if I could find any pictures of Matt. Although I didn’t find pictures of him, I discovered that you can listen to all of their songs on their website. So, I’ve been jamming to them for about the past hour.

Matt also used to drum for the B-52s, which is also highly impressive.

Who would have thought we’d have a celebrity sighting in JB’s old ‘hood?!

The Name Change Mess

28 Dec

My #1 New Year’s Resolution this year is to fix the mess otherwise known as my name change.

It all got messed up when the DMV wouldn’t let me drop my first initial of A (because I go by my middle name), but the Social Security Department let me change my name to Lynnette Cook Bellin, because it seems that they truly wouldn’t care if I wanted to change my name to One Hot Babe.

I’ll need to go back to the Social Security office and change my name from Lynnette Cook Bellin (as I wanted it) to A. Lynnette Bellin (because the bureaucratic bastards got the best of me). Then, I can change my name at work from Lynnette Cook Bellin to A. Lynnette Bellin, and then finish off the process with changing my retirement accounts, frequent flier accounts, and my car titles.

Blek. It is amazing how messed up everything got in such a short period of time. I still can’t believe that the State of Nevada has me on record with a first name of A, and that it would take a court order to drop that A. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Poop In the Pot and a $300 Bottle of Wine

27 Dec

Like every year, Christmas flew by so fast that it almost seems like a dream. I had a wonderful first Christmas as a married woman, and truly enjoyed spending time with my in-laws. They make a big effort to make me feel part of the family, and they succeeded!

Christmas Eve was almost magical. After a scrumptious dinner of Chinese food, we went to an amazing Presbyterian church. It is so popular that people line up outside of the church to get in. They had a small orchestra, a huge choir, and tons of candles.

At one point in the service, we were asked to bow our heads and thank God for the blessings in our lives over the past year. I have been so unbelievably blessed this year that I had happy tears rolling down my cheeks as I thought of my husband, in-laws, the wedding, my nieces and nephews, and all of my family and friends. I had dreamed of spending the holidays with my soul mate for so many years that actually doing so was a big treat for me.

We took the three dogs with us to the in-laws’ house. For the most part they were good. One of them decided to tip over a flower pot and dig up the plant that was in the pot. JB and I discovered this, cleaned up the mess, only to find that the same pot was tipped over and the plant that was in the pot was dug up the next day.

Remembering that my obedience instructor had once said that placing dog poop where the dog is digging will stop them from digging, I put on some gardening gloves, collected dog turds, and then placed them neatly all around the plant in the pot.

JB and I then went on a bike ride, and that is when my mother-in-law, the avid gardner, discovered the poop in the pot.

She was very perplexed at how one of the dogs had managed to poop so neatly all around the plant. It’s actually a rather funny mental image.

Anyway, that was good for a laugh.

And then, our pup Tucker turned into Houdini while we were visiting with my brother’s family in Folsom, CA.

Because they have a dog, and we had our three with us, we asked to put our three dogs in the side yard so that they didn’t have to wait in the truck. Putting them in the side yard would ensure that that they wouldn’t disturb my brother’s dog.

Or so we thought…

While we were eating dinner, we kept hearing a knocking noise. After a few minutes, Jane said ‘I swear there is a dog in the laundry room.’ My brother’s dog, Clyde, was standing close to the laundry room door with his ears perked.

I got up to check, and the minute I opened the laundry room door, Tucker’s black nose poked out to greet me. This was very exciting for Clyde. Tucker had evidently discovered the doggie door into the garage, and we then assumed that he had pushed an unlatched door open to get into the laundry room.

After a good laugh, I put him in the garage again, made sure the door was latched, and went to sit down. About 10 minutes later, we started hearing that knocking noise again. Sure enough, Tucker was back in the laundry room. He had evidently figured out how to use their door knobs, which are handles (not round knobs).

So then I put him in the side yard, locked the door to the laundry room just in case, and about two minutes later, we saw Tucker’s face peering through the glass door in the back yard. He had somehow figured out how to open the gate into the back yard, and came around to greet us. Of course, he let the other two dogs out in the process, so we had our three black dogs staring down my brother’s dog through the glass door. Eventually, someone had the bright idea to put a few chairs in front of that door and drape a blanket over it so that the dogs couldn’t see each other. Try to get around that, Houdini Tucker!

So those are the dog stories.

Now for a wine story. My husband is getting very into wine, so we went to a local California beverages store called Beverages and More. Evidently, everyone calls it BevMo.

We spent A LOT of time in BevMo. Most of the time, I just wandered around, waiting for JB to make his selections. I then met him at the cash register when he was ready to check out, and my eyes bulged when I saw the total cost of that little excursion.

I was in shock as JB said he wanted to double check the receipt. We stood by the door of the store, and that’s when JB noticed there was a $297 item on our receipt.

After inquiring about that item, it was discovered that the cashier had keyed in a wine glass sku wrong, and had keyed in the sku for a $297 bottle of Opus 1, which evidently is a VERY GOOD bottle of wine. The store was jam packed so it took a while to get a credit back, but we had a good chuckle about ‘buying’ such an expensive bottle of wine.

So those are the funny stories of the weekend. Other than that, it was just another enjoyable holiday weekend, with staying up late and sleeping in, eating a lot of wonderful food, family time, and a few bike rides and runs thrown into the mix.

I hope all of you were as blessed as we were.

Christmas continues tonight, as we’ll be celebrating tonight with my parents, brother and sister-in-law and niece, Kacey.

Ghosts of Christmas Past

22 Dec

This will probably be my last posting before Christmas. I was thinking today about what I could write that would be original. So here it is…. A short list of some of my most vivid memories of Christmas from my childhood.

My Most Vivid Christmas Memory
Every Christmas Eve after church, my family (all five of us) would go over to my Great Aunt and Great Uncle’s house. I remember the car ride to their house this particular year. I was crammed in between my two brothers in the back seat, and someone said, ‘Look, Lynnette — up in the sky — it’s Santa!’

And I truly thought I saw a really bright light that I assumed was Rudolph’s nose leading Santa’s sleigh.

In Pursuit of Santa
I think there were several years when I tried to wait up and see if I could catch a glimpse of Santa. One year, I hid behind my Dad’s recliner chair by the fireplace. I remember being there in the middle of the night, but I don’t ever remember being caught.

Christmas Morning
Being the youngest kid in the family, I was always the most eager to get up early to see what Santa had brought. Each year, my parents told me that I was not allowed to go into the family room where the presents were until my brothers were with me. That means that I had the task of waking up my brothers, who are seven and nine years older than me.

I tried a variety of tactics, from shaking them and saying, ‘It’s Christmas, it’s Christmas — Santa came!’, to jumping up and down on their beds, or sending in our enthusiastic dog to lick their faces.

Once my brothers were awake, Mom would gather us three kids in the hallway that leads to the family room. Dad would be there waiting with his movie camera. It was one of those old cameras with a really bright light. When Dad was ready, we were allowed to walk into the family room, where each of us had a corner of the room filled with presents. There are countless home movies of us kids squinting into the camera while wearing our pajamas and discovering what Santa had brought us.

So with that, I wish all of you a very Merry Christmas. Don’t ever lose the magic.


22 Dec

I am such a geek. I just pre-ordered a copy of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, which isn’t even set to release until July. However, Borders is offering a 40% discount if you pre-order the book.

Only 7 months to wait!

Call Me Betty. Crocker, that is…

19 Dec

I spent my Saturday night baking sugar cookies, frosting them, and making almond marji candy and fudge. A regular Betty Crocker is what I am.

And I really need to get a life.