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Friday, January 30, 2009

Mockingbird sings a powerful song

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Most couples with kids can define their lives in two parts: BC and AC -- before children and after children. In our BC life, Mike and I did lots of cool cultural things, like going to the theater (the kind where the floor is not sticky with spilled pop). Tonight we had a BC date and went to see "To Kill a Mockingbird" at the Indiana Repertory Theatre (IRT).

After we picked up our tickets at Will Call in the IRT's new lobby, we checked our coats (and Mike's ever present Indiana Jones hat) before being led to our third row left seats. Mike had gone to see the show on Thursday with Annie's class and sat on the right side of the house, so he was glad for the different perspective.

I perused the progam to refresh my memory about the plot and to see if any of the actors have appeared on "Law and Order" -- (yes, two of them). I read To Kill a Mockingbird in my freshman honors English class in high school. But considering that was 24 years ago, I didn't remember much -- except going to the Marianists' house, where our teacher Brother Jim Brooks lived, to watch the black and white film version of the novel. Even so, all I remember of that night was that Jay Flynn used the old "I'm just reaching for the popcorn" trick to put his arm around me. Guess the swooning erased the memories of the storyline from my mind even all these years later.

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Quentin Toetz as Jem, Tessa Buzzetti as Scout,
and Joseph J. Mervis as Dill (left to right)
Credit: Julie Curry


Set in Maycomb, Alabama in the 1930s, much of the first act involves the Finch children -- Jean Louise, known as Scout, and her older brother Jem, as well as tagalong kid Dill. There is talk among the children, the Finch's black housekeeper/nanny Calpurnia, and their white neighbor Miss Maudie first about Boo Radley, the mysterious recluse who lives nearby, and then about the fact that Atticus Finch (the children's father) is representing a black man -- Tom Robinson -- falsely accused of raping a young white teenager.

A handful of tertiary characters -- Sheriff Heck Tate, grouchy ailing neighbor Mr. Dubose, Gladys Kravitz-like Miss Stephanie, the stuttering Mr. Cunningham -- all add layers and color to the story.

Probably due to the difference between greenhorned actors and seasoned actors (it felt a bit as though Scout should have been called "Shout"), it wasn't until mid-way through the first act when Atticus made a more lengthy appearance that I forgot I was watching a play and began to lose myself in the story which includes themes of prejudice, race, poverty and justice.

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Melissa Fenton as Mayella Ewell, Mark Goetzinger as Atticus Finch,
and Jonathan Tremaine as Tom Robinson
Credit: Julie Curry


In the second act, which opens in the courtroom where Tom Robinson is on trial for his life, I found myself leaning forward, searching for some foreshadowing of the outcome (though my knowledge of American history should have led me to it sooner). I think I must have fallen asleep during that movie at the Marianists' house in Dayton because I really didn't remember what happened next.

And I will not tell you here what does happen, because I think you should do one of three things.

First, go see the play. If you live within reasonable driving distance of the Indiana Repertory Theater, you have 15 more opportunities to see the play there. It is such a great venue -- small enough that the actors don't even need to wear those annoying mini mikes taped to their foreheads, but professional in every sense of the word. Except that there are not kiosks at which people are hawking overpriced souvenirs to theater-goers who can't live without a t-shirt or some other trinket to remind them of their experience.

Second, if making it to the IRT is unlikely for you, watch for it at a theater near you. Sure you can rent the movie, but it won't hold a candle to live theater.

After the play was over, Mike and I stayed for a post-show discussion with the actors. Many of the audience's questions were directed toward the young actors who, other than exhibiting some typical young actor affectations, did a better-than-respectable job in their stage roles. There was also some honest and enlightening interchange with some of the older folks, especially Jonathan Tremaine who played the accused Tom Robinson. If you have a chance to stay for the post-show discussion, do.

My final recommendation, read the book. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee will be packed in my carry-on bag next week when I leave for a much anticipated vacation with my sister. I'll likely be highlighting quotes I'd wish I'd written, like:

"One thing does not abide by majority rule -- your conscience."

"We've given him the highest tribute you can pay a man. We trust him to do right."

"Courage is knowing you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway."

and the one I'm going to use on my kids when they say "Everybody is doing (whatever it is they want to do and I don't want them to)..."

"Everybody less one."

Harper Lee was 34 years old when To Kill a Mockingbird was published. She has never published another book and lives in relative seclusion. Maybe she is waiting for society to embrace the lessons put forth in her Pulitzer Prize winning first effort. If so, thank goodness for the IRT and other theater companies around the country who continue to give voice to her message.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Economic downturn hits home for cookie lovers

I've watched the news and seen the headlines about companies closing and workers being furloughed. I've noted the proliferation of frugal living stories on shows from Oprah to the Today Show. I've quietly acknowledged the higher prices at the grocery store. But I can be silent no more...

I read this story on CNN.com tonight:

NEW YORK (CNN) -- Eating a box of Girl Scout Cookies in one sitting will be a little bit easier this year: The Girl Scouts of the USA confirmed Wednesday that it has reduced the number of cookies per box to save money because of rising transportation and baking costs.

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When with this madness end? If I'm going to pay $3.50 for a box of Thin Mint cookies (x5), then I expect to get maximum Thin Minty-ness. That means 32 cookies, not 28. How am I supposed to be satisfied with one sleeve of Thin Mints when the sleeve only contains 14 cookies?

I'm going to write my Congressmen and I suggest you do the same. We need government intervention. My right to a truly full box of those delicious thin wafers covered with a smooth chocolatey coating is being infringed. We need a bailout for the Girl Scout cookie bakers!

As citizens of the United States -- and those of us who are inhabitants of one of the fattest states in the union -- we cannot take this sitting down. This year it's the Thin Mints; next year who is to say it won't be the Tagalongs?

So please, find your cookie voice and use it to speak out against this travesty. It may not just be your Thin Mints you can rescue. One day your grandchildren may thank you for taking a stand.

Rough week for the 4th Frog losers

Workout Frog

Popping in quickly to say this was a rough week for the 13 women who are participating in the 4th Frog Biggest Loser contest. This week's round-up:
  • 3 losers
  • 2 people with slight gains (under a pound)
  • The remainder stayed the same.
This week's Biggest Loser is Annie who lost 2.2 pounds! The secret must be in those yummy smoothies.

Tracey and Smoochie Frog each posted a small loss as well.

This week's challenge: Let's go green -- Eat at least one green food every day this week. And no green M&Ms and mint chocolate chip ice cream do not count!

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Biggest Loser: Knock, knock?

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Knock, knock?

Who's there?

Orange?

Orange who?

Orange you glad the orange team got sent home?

I am. It was a tough decision, for sure. And Tara's minor freak out before voting was a little over the top for me. But I guess I just felt like a.) Dan had been given a "mercy" chance before and b.) if he stayed with Jillian, she was gonna work him into the grave.

Besides, there is just something so likable about the brown team, Mike and Ron (even if I can't watch when Ron weighs in).

Though I'm glad they got sent home, I could identify with both Dan and Dave. When Dan said he never thought it was possible to not be fat because it's all he knows, my inner me was waving its arms, saying "Me! Me! That's me!" And when Dave said in the elimination room that his commitment was at the ranch, but not his heart, I could hear myself in that statement too.

But neither of them has let those feelings hold them back. Dave has lost 46 pounds -- I sure would take that. And Dan has lost over 100. He has got to feel invincible!

Other Biggest Loser thoughts...

  • Joelle was definitely representin' tonight. I think she knew Carla was coming back and was gonna kick her Jo-normous butt if she didn't lose enough to keep Carla on the ranch.
  • Anybody else feel a wee bit guilty when Sione said, "I used to say 'I don't have time to exercise' -- but I had 3 hours a night to watch TV."
  • I happy Blaine got to go home for his baby's birth. But I really thought they would name it either Bob or Jillian.
  • Only 991 calories for chicken wings? Seems kind of worth the sacrifice...and I wonder why I'm shaped like the little teapot -- short and stout.
Can't wait for next week to see the at-home partner weigh-ins!

If you're part of the 4th Frog Biggest Loser contest, don't forget to send me your weigh in numbers at 4thfrog70 at gmail dot com.

All around the blogosphere...

It's 2am. I've had my 8:45pm-1am nap, did the dishes and mostly cleaned the kitchen, and straightened up the TV room. What else would there be to do but catch up on what's going on in the blogosphere and report it back here to you:

* Frequent Frog Follower Annie is a double blogger. I mostly follow her Junior Mints and Reese's blog. But she also has a Flyin' Annie blog that details her efforts to follow the FlyLady. She's holding her first give-away that includes some adorable and useful decorative magnets. Go over there and check it out, but don't plan on winning because I already called dibs on those magnets.



* Annie is also the one who clued me in to the gadget giveaway at Pennies in My Pocket, where they are giving away a Smart Shopper Electronic Grocery List Organizer. Need mayo? Say it into your Smart Shopper. Need TP? Talk it up into the Smart Shopper. When you go to the grocery, hit print and Smart Shopper spits out a list of everything you've told it -- organized by grocery store departments! It'll also keep a to do list for you. If only the Smart Shopper could actually go to the store for me and then put the groceries away when it gets home. Anyway -- if you don't want to take your chances on winning, you can also visit Pennies in My Pocket (I was going to abbreviate that, but this is a family-friendly blog) to get a coupon code for $25 off the Smart Shopper.

* I recently stumbled on Mrs. Furious' blog. She doesn't pretty frequent video blogging, which I might do if I get some decent results from the peer pressure...er, motivation of the 4th Frog Biggest Loser Contest. Anyway, Mrs. F. served up a link to a YouTube series on Depression Cooking (which is NOT baking brownies and eating the whole pan yourself because you're feeling blue). Ninety-three year old (where do the hyphens go in that? I write for a living and I don't know.) Clara demonstrates Depression-era cooking from her circa 1920s kitchen. Even if you don't try any of the recipes, you've got to check this out.

* It must be giveaway season in the blogosphere, because Shannon of Gabi's World is giving away Dave Ramsey's Financial Peace Revisited book. Even if you don't need the book, check out Shannon's site...the pic of Gabi adorned in a hot pink boa is sure to make you smile.

* Got me some link love from Liz. Thanks Liz! I'll pass this along to :


Butterfly award

* I tend to laugh in situations where it's not really appropriate. That's why I can totally identify with Kristi's sister in her blog post about her habit of falling down. Head on over to Not Quite What I Had Planned. If you tend to wet yourself while laughing, go to the bathroom first.

Ok. Enough for tonight. Tomorrow is Biggest Loser night (and American Idol Night and the premiere of the Duggar's 18 and Counting show). If you're playing along in my Biggest Loser contest, but sure to e-mail me your fabulous new weights.

If I hurry, I can get 3 more hours of sleep before I have to wake up!

Monday, January 26, 2009

See? He's a normal boy...

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If you look really closely, you'll see that Robbie was feeling creative yesterday and tried to color Dungy's rear end purple. See? All boy!

It could have been worse:

Cat shoot

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Looking out for my cub

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It's not even 7:30am on Sunday morning and my Mama Bear is already on high alert. I just completed an assessment sent to me by the township school district psychologist for Robbie. We're working on getting some services for him at school, including occupational therapy and some reading support services.

Our conference with the team of assessors from the school district, our school's resource director and Robbie's teacher (both of whom have been very helpful this year) is Thursday. So I sat down to complete the assessment and immediately felt my defenses go up when I saw the title of the form: "Asperger Syndrome Diagnostic Scale."

We have already had him tested thoroughly at the very highly regarded children's hospital here. They determined that he does not have autism or Asperger's and gave him a vague diagnosis of pervasive development disorder-not otherwise specified. Which, I think, in the era before every behavior set had a label would have just been considered "quirky."

But because completing the form is part of getting him the services, I forged ahead. And let me just tell you if you have never had the privilege of completing one of these assessments regarding your child, there's nothing like one of these forms to make you feel like your kid might be a freak:
  • Talks excessively about favorite topics that hold limited interest for others (Hell, I do that!)
  • Exhibits few or inappropriate facial expressions (Robbie doesn't do this, but isn't that what's made Jim Carrey millons of dollars?)
  • Frequently becomes anxious or panics when unscheduled events occur (He gets that one from his dad.)
  • Lacks organizational skills (Hey, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.)
  • Displays an unusual reaction to loud, unpredictable noises (Is that so unsual for a small child?)
  • Has a restricted diet consisting of the same foods cooked and presented the same way (So he likes chicken nuggets and baloney.)
The survey then goes on to say "At what age did the unusual behavior begin? Does the unusual behavior occur in all settings?"

And I'm sitting here thinking, this is who he is. He's not unusual. He's Robbie. He is quirky and generally happy and somewhat manipulative -- being the baby of the family and all. And I'm offended by the repeated term of "unusual" because in my head it's a euphemism for "freakish."

Which of course triggers the guilt buttons in my brain (and heart). We shouldn't have let him watch TV when he was a baby. We should have delayed vaccinating. He's my only kid to have spent time in day care and maybe that in some way damaged him.

From there I go to the "what ifs?" What if he never graduates from high school? What if he can never live independently? What if he never gets married? Mostly far-fetched, I know. But when my brain gets going, sometimes its hard to stop.

I just want to scoop up my bear cub and his adorable smile and his infectious giggle and his fear of the electric hand dryers in public restrooms and move to some hillside in Kentucky where we can run barefoot and learn about life on life's terms in our own insulated bubble.

But we don't live on a grassy hillside and our life's terms include school and assessments and using the resources at our disposal to help our kids achieve their highest potential. And so I slip the now completeld assessment back into the envelope and, thinking ahead to our conference on Thursday, pray for the best.