Eight

After Tanner's battery extraction, we hurried home to prepare his birthday cupcakes (Our family likes cupcakes. Not cake. Yes, they are different). I decided to make a multi-step, over-the-top, raspberry-filled, chocolate-dipped, strawberry-topped cupcakes. Which  reminded me of why I usually leave such homey madness to the stay-at-home mom community. These cupcakes took me three hours to complete, made my kitchen a mess, and reminded me that our microwave is still broken.  They also were so yummy that after I ate 4 cupcakes... I ate 4 more.

The recipe for them are here.

Easter Vaccation: 2011

Our easter vacation trip was full turmoil; seasonal and emotional. We were a disjointed family. Our trip  reminded me of the movie RV.

Capitol Reef National Park


We started our trip in Capitol Reef by setting up camp in the National Parks' Campground. As you can see the campground was a big spot-O-green in the area. The leaves on the cottonwood trees were just starting to open and the fields of  fruit trees were in bloom. Creating a aura for the eyes and nose. It was beautiful and I took advantage of it in the morning and evening hours.

Day 1:

Nate had a day of hiking planned.  I was game but it was difficult getting everyone else excited about it. We entered the first trail, a canyon that leads to a series of potholes, with an angry, upset kid. Luckily, things turned around and by the end of the hike we were a happy family again.

But at the start of the next hike, to an arch, the group became agitated and the emotions increased.

We then went to a short boardwalk to see petroglyphs

It then clouded up and started to rain. Nate decided that all thisThis family picture was taken at the Sunset Point Trail. It is described, on trip advisor, as "A short trail with geological viewpoints and photo opportunities."  We went late in the evening to see the sunset over the formations but instead enjoyed a lite rain and cloudy sky's. We ran the trails while making bird calls before cuddling up on this exposed rock for our family photo.

Rain in the desert is beautiful.

Day 2:

It was on this hike, to Cassidy Arch (named after Butch Cassidy), that

Cassidy arch 

we realized Tanner's has a weakness  for stories and songs. He hiked the whole way up, without complaint, making up and listening to stories. One of the stories we told was the love triangle of ketchup, mustard, and hamburger. Tanner then hiked the whole way down belting out Christmas songs.  I am sure the other hikers felt like tossing him off the cliff face he was hiking but we all thought it was better than the long winded whine we usually hear.

Shots are kind of like band aids

“Do you know the difference between education and experience? Education is when you read the fine print; experience is what you get when you don’t.” Pete Seeger.

The phone call went something like this, "Tanner needs to be picked up from school. He has a battery in his ear". Of course, my question was "Double or triple A?" 

Tanner was rather nervous as he picked up his bag, coat, and as he told me his battery-in-ear story. It went something like this. "Cole found a battery on the playground and then it got in my ear... somehow". He was very uncomfortable about this story so I did not ask more questions and instead enjoyed a quiet car ride to the doctor. I imagine he was thinking about the shot he was going to get to remedy the battery in his ear. You know, because kids think shots cure EVERYTHING. Shots are kind of like band aids. 

At the doctors office, Tanner told the same story. "Cole found a battery on the playground and then it got in my ear... somehow".  After the story was over, the doctor looked at me and I gave him my best "Yes. That is our story. And, we are sticking to it" look. The doctor paused, then took out a handy stick with a light on it and proceeded to stick it in Tanners ear.

Tanner sat there so well but, I could see he was getting uncomfortable so I started talking. I started talking about the different methods, Tanner and I discussed, on how to get a battery out of an ear. Tanners plan was to put backing soda and vinegar into his ear. This would cause a reaction that would force the battery out of his ear. Then at about the same time I finished my story, the doctor started to get VERY excited. Exclaiming "I got it. Ohhh, I got it." In celebration for the doctors euphoric moment, Tanner and I started clapping and cheering. The doctor  may have even jumped around before settling into his documentation of the event in his notebook.  "Foreign object extracted from left ear." 

It was the BEST DOCTOR VISIT EVER because, we went in with an issue and left with it resolved. There was not a "Take two of these and call me in the morning." or "We have to left this work itself out.".  It was done. Finished.  (And there was clapping.) 

On the way home from the doctor, I asked Tanner if he was ever going to tell me the real story about how the battery appeared in his ear. He then told me that "Cole put it there to be funny." Which, strangely, made me feel a little bit better because, its never the brightest student in class that likes to put random objects into their ear (I stuck an eraser up my nose).

Then, I started to think, maybe I should put the $75.00 doctor bill in Cole's .... mailbox.

Winter hike

I took Tanner and Casi on a hike up Bells Canyon. It was late and we were trying to beat the suns set. We hiked fast, and one complained, but we made it to the top and back before we lost the light.

(A picture of snow in honor of today's snow!)

Tanner, Feb 2, 2011@ Bells Canyon trail

Playing dress up

This is how the game goes down at our home. I did not know cheap pearl necklaces could look so bad ass.

Vulture World

Things have been pretty crazy in the ol' Branch home.  Nate and I have been trading weeks out of town. If we were smarter or, perhaps, if we had any control over our lives, we would have separated each trip by a week. Instead, we overlapped by 8 hours and those 8 hours caused me a lot of mental stress. "What would happen if the kids needed ... something?"

I think about the memories my mom recounts of me. In these stories, I was freaking out over one of my younger siblings needing me. One time, my younger brother tried to get off the wrong bus stop after school. To keep him from having any further wrong-bus-stop impulses, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders to create a physical barrier between him and the door of the bus. I was so worried he would still try to get off the wrong bus stop. This protection, also included beating up the neighborhood bully when he harassed my little sister and freaking out when my younger siblings went to the first day of Sunday school. Of course they were always fine but, I thought they needed me. So here I am with Casi at 14 and Tanner at 8, and I still think the kids can't live 8 hrs without Nate or I. I may need professional help when they turn 18 and leave for College or someone will find me physically wrapped around their legs demanding that they still "need me".

Once in Orlando, I went to a cheap Inn out by the Florida Mall. I went a day early, before my work conference, in order to meet an Orlando local for birding the next day.

The experience at the Inn is one I don't want to repeat. The bathroom was VERY dirty, the tiki bar (the only place to eat) was filled with dirty, old, white men who watched my every move, and I had to wait 45 min at the airport for the "free shuttle" while the other shuttle drivers worried about me. And, of course, there is the official warning from a Taxi driver that said "Do not walk around at night. That is not a very good place." The things I do to save $40 bucks.

I woke the next day early, meet my wonderful guide Cheri (who without knowing me agreed to take me on a tour or Orlando). We headed out to Tuttisville for birding, great company, and incredible food.

Alligators from 1 ft to 6-8 ft littered the sides of the trail.

Our first stop was the Orlando wetlands or rather a water treatment plant that encompasses 1,650 acres of man made wetland system "for the reuse of highly treated effluent". The system has a hydraulic capacity of 35 million gallons a day, with seventeen cells, and three distinct wetland communities created to remove residual amounts of nutrients, such as nitrogen and phosphorus, from the reclaimed water. When the water is released it has less phosphorus and nitrogen than the water in the river. 

While at the wetlands, we observed the fecundity of a wetland through the voice of the Limpkins' monkey like scream, the numerous Gators along the waters edge, the huge number of Herons in all sizes and colors fishing, I even saw a Reddish egrets clumsy dance as it tried to entice a fish to come closer, and I listened as Cheri rattled out numbers, history, bird names, and felt her love for these wetlands. 

I saw many new birds at the wetlands but, the bird that stands out, was not a new one. It was the Black and Turkey Vultures at a place Cheri likes to refer as "Vulture World" (due to Orlando's other worlds;  Disney World and Seaworld). As I said here and here, I think there is something about large numbers of a specie. 

Orlando Wetlands, Christmas Fl; Vulture World

Black Vultures

The Black and Turkey Vulture's are commonly seen circling in the sky (I have seen them many times from the Target parking lot) or standing along the roadside eating the carcass of dead animals but, here at the Orlando wetlands they are known for their concentrated numbers within a small area of the wetlands since the fill the trees and the trial of their favorite roosting site. As we walked by the vultures gave a cute little grunt, spread their wings, and left within our wake.

Known as "scavengers of the skies" vultures were once hunted in large numbers because of the belief that they carry diseases. Over time, however, we have started to define them as beneficial assets. Today most view vultures as one of natures most efficient natural recyclers.

One great description of Turkey Vultures is written by Pete Dunne, in The Wind Masters. I just love how he uses the words "cherub" and "monk" to describe those that eat the flesh of the dead.

"Turkey Vultures are large birds, cloaked in loose-fitting brown/black feathers that make them look shaggy and unkempt when perched.  The legs and feet are sturdy and unfeathered; the color, where not coated in excrement, is cherub pink.
The face is ruddy and wrinkled and topped with an embarrassingly sparse cap of feathers.  Its expression is uncommonly serene and there is something about it that suggests infinite patience.  Huddled on their perches, wrapped in shabby vestments, the birds look like a group of balding monks gathered in prayer."

We then went to Tutisville's most famous restaurant, Dixie Crossroads. My mouth still waters when I think of the red shrimp I ate. The meat was so delicate that it literally melted in my mouth.

 We then headed out towards the ocean to Merritt Island. Here we found Roseate spoonbills,  observed the incredibly slow and graceful movements of the American Manatee (check out this crocheted manatee on etsy. LOL), went to the beach to observe  Northern Gannets dive from hundreds of feet in the air into the oceans waves, and I saw my first armadillo.

We also did the very naughty behavior of feeding the Florida scrub jay peanuts. Our faces are blurred to protect the guilty.

I had so much fun feeding that little guy that I may fall down the slippery slope of feeding wild animals. With what starts as training my scrub jays to eat out of the hand! So, uhm, yea,  I got to go buy me some of those peanuts!

I cure cancer. It's good.

Warning: this post is full of stereotypes. 

I was asked the other day about my job and when I gave the short answer of "good", he asked why I don't want to talk about it. Which seems like a good question because, I love my job. I love going to work and I want to talk about it. My job makes me feel unique, and productive within society, and makes me happy. 

So why don't I talk about it? ....

After some thought, I came up with three reasons. 

Reason number 1** is: 

I don't to talk about my job because, most men (but not all), usually, well, don't ask. I assume its because I am female since they do ask Nate about his job. Then, when Nate is finished talking (about his job) they will look at me, pause, then move to the next question*. Usually sports and directed at Nate. This absence of conversation usually gives me a lot of time to think while trying to give the look of no thought at all (because, I assume that a man, who does not think a woman can say anything of interest, only wants her to look pretty). 

*OK this only happened once but, still.... 

Reason number 1:  men think girls are pretty.

Reason number 2**: I don't talk about my job because, usually when I tell most woman (but not all), that I work, they give me head tilt (HT****) and then apologize for my husbands inability to make enough money. Which makes me a blubbering idiot as I try to convince them of my happiness.

****HT also occurs when one hears of another's illness or sees a puppy, baby, or baby item.

Me: "No! I love my job. I want to work." 

Woman: *look of disbelief*

Reason number 2: Women think working is lame.

Then there is reason number 3**: If someone does ask, and they do not respond with "I am sorry", I like to keep it simple. Otherwise, I will have to deal with glazed eye expression response (GEER), or watch as they become easily distracted (BED, perhaps a genetic response since this runs rampant within the Branch family), or I get stuck trying to teach them biology with a stick and some dirt while wishing I had more alcohol (@#$%@!)***. 

** these are generalizations and do not reflect ALL the people in my life. 

***Part of me loves this response because if they can get past the biological responses of GEER and BED  that means they really want to learn and find what I say interesting.... right?

Me: "Do you know what a lipid is?"

Person: "No"

Me: "Do you know what a cell is?"

Person: "No"

Me: *sigh*"OK. Your body is composed of tiny objects called cells......... (hrs later)" ***

Which brings me to this. 

Shown at AAAS (An organization who claim they are "the worlds largest general scientific society") and describes 6 different ways to explain your research at a party. Apparently, this is a real issue within the science community. But, since they did not explain my method I added it below.

Reason number 3: Keep it simple to
avoid GEER, BED and @#$%@! responses.

And that is all I have to say about this but, for those who actually want to know what I do, here it is (a bit) simplified:

I manage a small group of scientist who design and manufacture regents for drug discovery for, but not limited to, Cancer, Diabetes, and Autoimmune diseases. These scientific tools are based around lipids (fatty molecules), the enzymes that work on them, and the proteins that bind them.

Or over simplified:

I cure cancer. It is good.

Do you see Me?

I have been thinking about how girls view the world.

I, guess, I kind of always think about this. I am a girl after all. And I have a (not so) little girl so I guess, it makes sense that I would. 

I think that is why this book bothers me (not that I have read it. I have only heard the author speak a few times on NPR and what ever else I heard it on.).

When listening to the author one thing stood out:

"A researcher told me that when she asks teenage girls how a sexual experience felt to them they respond by telling her how they think they looked."

How they looked? They could not tell her how they felt even when asked again.

Which makes me wonder, Do I feel by my appearance?

We're big Dr Suess Fans!

I won this lovely card and See's candies gift card on Teresa's blog "Happy Thoughts" (here). 

 It always surprises me when someone can write stuff, with a non computer like item, and it's legible. Thanks Teresa!

Two hearts: a DIY project

Nate learned this on some DIY show. We think its the next best thing to a high five.

My arms say "No"

Casi and I had a little competition.

She beat me in number of sit-ups.

Then, I won in number of "man" push-ups.

We then repeated the sit-up contest due to a disagreement on the rules but, I made her giggle with  my serious competition face.

Then, I showed her something that caused flames to shoot out of her eyes. Burning the memory of this moment from her mind forever.

And, I won the contest!

****Proceed with caution****

I liken lichen

Thanks all for listening to my rant last post. I think I just needed to get that all off of my chest. Now for something a little lighter.

Thanks to my B-tit-E friend, I have become a huge fan of lichen. One day, I plan to take a class so I can learn more about it. Lets just say (as lame as it sounds) its on my bucket list.

Lichen: growing on my very own Gambel Oak!

I went to tanners school today. I go for an hour every other week. On Wednesday. I get to read with the kids or cut paper. Whatever the etcher needs. My nose ring seems to start interesting conversations with the kids. I enjoy their openness with it. Their questions.it usually starts with the obvious. Is that a nose ring? Does it hurt? where did u get it done?

Today went a little further as Annabelle started telling me her sister had a belly ring. The ring was put in by her friends father and their home. Her sister is 17 so I asked, how did your parents feel about that?

She responded with oh my dad does not know.

Which got me thinking. Are there somethings a parent should not know? If a child tells u everything, what does it say about your relationship with that child?




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What I am about to tell you could be described as: TMI

Disclaimer: this post contains a few naughty words. Read at your own risk.

We have been in our home for 1.5 years and during that time we have had issues with the master bathroom shower.  We sealed it after noticing that it smelled like Nutty Putty cave, we pulled apart the seat and rebuilt it after it busted its seams due to leaks, and I have cleaned  it with all sorts of various cleaners due to the grout looking dirty and the red fungus mold stuff that grew rampantly at the edges. Lets just say that this shower has has been nothing but a pain in the ass. 

Because of all these issues, it was no surprise when Nate saw mold. 

He then removed the offending tile and found it was covered in black, slimmy, mold. He pulled off the neighboring tile, and the next tile, and the next, until he was 4 tiles high and had removed the tiles from the entire perimeter of the shower. He also removed the backer board and the sheetrock before he was finished with the demolition.*  

In addition to the mold growing rampant behind the tiles, the backerboard, sheetrock, and  2 X 4's ect., during the demolition, ants (strangely enough) also became part of the equation. Ants? I know! It was strange.

We decided that the ants must have found the warm, moist environment suitable for baby rearing and moved on it, chewing up the 2X4's that support the exterior of our home, two stories above the ground. 

 

* the above photo is not the final demolition.

Essentially, whoever had built the shower, did not know what they were doing. Yes! This would be a great job for Holms. The person who built the shower did not properly install the tiles (they pratically fell off) he, at times, did not even use backerboard (I did not know backerboard was optional) and he built the shower in such a way that the water (instead of going into the drain) went in to the floor  (see figure 1).

Figure 1: How not to build a shower unless you want to make a great environment for mold, ants, and requiring a full demolition of the shower. (This diagram should not be used to build a real shower)

We feel very sad (and then pissed off.. and then we get sad again).

We feel sad because we have been on a real emotional ride (and we seem to still be riding). 

Lately its been a shit fest of bad luck. 

Months of bad luck. 

Or bad Karma.

Or God just hates us.

(What ever your preference.)

 Our luck, has been so epically** bad that our insurance agent knows us by  name, we have questioned our "goodness", and wondered about (once again) the sense of humor of that great man upstairs. Our luck has been so epically bad, that I made a list (see list 1:  "The epically bad luck of the Branch family").

** considered one of the most over used word of 2010 but after much consideration, I feel it is appropriate to use it here.

Photo 2: Nate watching his truck get towed

List 1: The epically bad luck of the Branch family 

1. Our truck was broken into and $3K of items stolen.
2. DEC: The tire fell off of the truck, while driving and on our way to go Christmas shopping.  This wreck caused wheel and body damage, and allowed me the experience of observing a tire fly through the air. (see photo 2)
3. DEC: The same day the tire fell off the truck, I was hit in my car while waiting to turn out of the Shopko parking lot. During the accident, I was so overwhelmed with life (already) that I literally just covered my face with my hands and waited for them to hit me.  Thankfully, no damage was observed. My car is a tank!
4. JAN: The same day we finished fixing the truck from the last accident, Nate was rear ended while sitting in the left hand turn lane at a stop light. 
5. JAN: Nate was rear ended (again), in my car, exactly a week from when the truck was hit. At a stop light also. Damage to my car was minimal at $300.00 for a new bumper. The only damage (we thought) was two impressions from bolts on the other car's license plate holder (My mom calls them dimples) in my bumper. The offensive car felt much more damage. Once again, MY CAR IS A TANK!



Photo 3: tarped deck




6. FEB: Nate started noticing a ringing in his ear that was most likely caused from whiplash in the second rear ending accident. After going to a doctor we learned the ringing could be permanent.
7. FEB: The deck off of the master bedroom is leaking in the garage. This was supposed to be our project this year, but with all the rain we have received the "leak" became a river and we had to remove all the sheetrock in the celling of the garage and wrap a tarp around the deck so it can dry out (that is a long sentence). I get the lovely job of making sure the snow and rain does not pile up on the tarp (the tarp currently has a foot of snow on it). This issue was supposed to be resolved before we moved in but it was most likely just covered up with a new piece of sheetrock. We (sarcastically) love the previous owners. 

And now I get to add to my list:

Number 8: Mold discovered in the master bathroom shower. (I could also add that our computers both broke***during this same time frame. Hence all the late posts after promising I was going to be a better poster)

Of course, Nate and I accept our luck and try to move on with as best an attitude as one can muster after being beaten down so many times. And so, with the latest series of luck, we decide to move downstairs  before starting the master bedroom / bathroom remodel  (I may be a little bit excited about this). 

But, before we can move downstairs we have to remodel it.

To be continued.....