Annette Price

The Garbage Bowl

Fri, 05 Dec 2008 10:27:00 -0600

Part of the fun of Christmas shopping is coming across items that are so horrifying, it’s hard to believe. This year I discovered Rachael Ray’s Garbage Bowl, part of the overpriced Food Network line of kitchen products.

Endorsed by the chirpy cooking guru, it’s 10 inches in diameter, plastic, dishwasher safe, and made in China. It’s marketed to hold food scraps to save you trips dashing back and forth to your kitchen trash can. It’s not particularly attractive. Oh, and it retails for $18.95.

$18.95? Really?!

Having a mini trash receptacle nearby in the kitchen is a great tip … but why would anyone spend so much on trash? Use a paper plate. How about a cheap bowl from the dollar store? Or just scoot the kitchen trash closer.

I went to thefoodnetworkstore.com to get some insight on what makes Rachael Ray’s Garbage Bowl so spectacular. Here are some of the reviews:

“This Garbage Bowl has become a great addition to my kitchen. Now I don’t have to pull the trash can closer or setting a bag on the counter to put my trash in all I do is throw it in the “garbage bowl”. I’m loving it and have recommended it to family and friends.”

“I bought two……one to use as a garbage bowl, and the other to use for salad.” Doesn’t this defeat the purpose of a designated garbage bowl? Hope she doesn’t confuse the two.

This woman claims the garbage bowl helps combat obesity: “Obesity has reached a staggering amount in the US. One great way to combat that is to prepare your meals at home and keep the kids involved. Cool tools like this keep your kids interested and help them see it’s cooler to make your own food than to buy a Happy Meal with some throw away toy.”

“It’s saves alot of time and steps. I have bought 4.” She needs FOUR Garbage Bowls?

This one was just too weird: “My 10 year old daughter loves to cook with me, so I purchased this bowl and used it as her Easter basket. She was sooo excited!”

There were 132 reviews for the Garbage Bowl when I visited the site. By the time I made it to Page 3, I was convinced I had stumbled upon a cult and couldn’t read any more. Please, if anyone is shopping for me, do not buy me a bowl for my temporary garbage. I’d rather have socks.

Child of pop culture

Wed, 21 May 2008 18:43:31 -0500

DADDY: Can you name the seven dwarfs?
AUDREY: Chewbacca?
DADDY: Noooo ...
AUDREY: Starbuck?

Ambition?

Sat, 12 Apr 2008 20:42:00 -0500

DADDY: What do you want to do when you grow up?
RACHEL: I want to be a doctor, and a movie director and a songwriter!
DADDY: What do you want to do when you grow up, Audrey?
AUDREY: Um, well ... I guess I'll eat breakfast.

My secret identity

Fri, 22 Feb 2008 14:32:00 -0600

About a week ago, a friend sent me an email. “Dear Annette …” I stared at my name and realized how foreign it sounded. Nowadays, I answer mostly to Mommy, occasionally to Honey, Mrs. Price or Rachel’s Mom.

This morning, Matthew handed me a book, “I Was a Really Good Mom Before I Had Kids.” It struck the same chord. While Rachel was at preschool, I let Audrey sleep in. I held a bottle for Miranda with one hand and with the other, sought to regain my identity in the pages of a coping-with-mommyhood book.

The authors found that when they asked women across the country if they were happy with motherhood, these moms would profess, then confess. They would declare how wonderful their lives were for the first 22 minutes, then suddenly crack. Once the floodgates had opened, they’d admit that they were so overwhelmed with choices, responsibilities, judgement from others, and their own unachieveable expectations, that they were ready to shoot themselves. One mom said she considers going to the dentist her special “alone time.”

I was delighted to see a chapter on mommy guilt, a very real psychological disorder I identified about three months after Rachel was born. Authors Trisha Ashworth and Amy Nobile write:

“Amazing but true: We have a knack of feeling guilty over almost anything related to motherhood. Really, you name it, and we’ve felt guilty about it. Leaving a diaper on too long, changing diapers too often. Being late to pick up a kid from a playdate, being early to pick up a kid from a playdate. Buying our children sweets, not buying our children sweets. Enforcing bedtimes, not enforcing bedtimes. Taking time to put ourselves back together, not taking time to put ourselves back together. It’s quite miraculous and very destructive, this ability of ours to feel guilty. And we are not alone. Nearly every mom we talked to was feeling guilty about something. One mom summed it up: ‘I even feel guilty about feeling guilty!’”

The book is not just a sister gripe session. It empathizes, then challenges the modern mom to get more out of doing less and to cherish the now moments. To read excerpts or take a fun mom quiz, check out the authors’ website,

I never claimed to be a supermom, but it’s tough to escape the occasional identity crisis that comes with the job.

Embracing girly

Thu, 21 Feb 2008 13:25:00 -0600

Yes, I talk about my kids a lot. Not because I think they’re better than your kids. (We won’t get into that.) Not because I think I am an awesome mom. (We won’t get into that either!) I’m proud of them, and I can’t wait to see how they’ll grow.

We took a break to embrace girly and take some pink pictures on Valentine’s weekend. I hope they always stay sweet.

Yay, art!

Tue, 19 Feb 2008 08:21:39 -0600

Personal outings (not errands) are a rare treat for me. I’ve been aching to visit the Oklahoma City Museum of Art for a while, so for my birthday this year, that’s where we went. No kids. I wanted Matthew and I to get to be the kids for once.

Art is intriguing. I don’t pretend to be a critic, but there’s something about entering a gallery and allowing my eyes to consume and process mass amounts of information, while the rest of my body is virtually at rest. Paintings and sculptures are like puzzles with thousands of correct answers. The challenge is how many interpretations can I find. I haven’t decided if the art speaks to me, or the art is an excuse I use to speak to myself.

The pinnacle of the museum is the Dale Chiluly Collection. These grand glass sculptures are breathtaking, particularly when illuminated. My favorite was the majestic Neodymium Spears. But the displays offered a feast of colors and curves: balls, twists, rippled shells and staffs. Incredibly, none of the displays of glass were behind glass — another reason I’m glad we didn’t take Tornado.

The visiting exhibit was “Paris 1900,” the strength of which were the bouncy, flourished, advertising posters of the time. We were even inspired to go home and watch “Moulin Rouge” — not exactly the same!

MOM: Was there a fire alarm at school today?

Mon, 18 Feb 2008 08:21:00 -0600

MOM: Was there a fire alarm at school today?
RACHEL: I don't think the school was on fire. I didn't see any fire. It must have been on smoke.

Cake No. 200!

Fri, 15 Feb 2008 06:40:00 -0600

For my 200th cake since I started decorating, I wanted to go overboard and attempt something really difficult. Matt said he’d love to have a Legion of Super-Heroes cake. Done. Eight hours to pipe 24 characters on a full-sheet cake. I don’t think I’ll ever do that again! Thanks to comics artist Gary Frank for some awesome inspiration!

I’ve also updated my cake gallery on Flickr, so check it out.

Confessions of a ValGrinch

Thu, 14 Feb 2008 16:41:00 -0600

I’ve never understood the resistance toward Christmastime. I’m sure some people have personal issues associated with the holidays, but Christmas should be big enough for everyone, even those who don’t celebrate it for the birth of Christ.

Me? I’m a ValGrinch. I yell “Bah, Humbug!” at Cupid every February.

There are so many reasons to hate a day that tells you to love.

The establishment. Hallmark shouldn’t dictate when or how we care. The expectations behind the holiday cheapen anything done on that day. Are we doing things for people on this day to fulfill a quota, or because we really want to? For me, a card or a box of chocolates for no reason at all will always trump a valentine.

The scam. A florist near our business advertises fresh flowers everyday: One dozen roses, only $15.95! This week, the same sign was outside the shop, but slightly different: One dozen roses, only $65.95! Supply and demand is a cornerstone of our economy. Yet, something about the price of this seasonal bouquet seems a little thorny.

The trap. Training men to do something they aren’t naturally inclined to do is almost unheard of. Love propoganda has drilled into us all that men must make a splash just to meet status quo. For some women, no man can do enough on this day. For other women, big gestures will doom any budding relationship. Ironically, it’s a universal no-win for romance. Imagine if this behavior modification advertising we see for Valentine’s Day were used for the everyday practical good. Can we train our guys to load the dishwasher correctly? Oh, the possibilities.

The exclusion. When was the last time your family sent a big Christmas gift to the office so you could unwrap it in front of your coworkers, who didn’t get anything? How does this promote love? An entire holiday devoted to relationships has the makings for the lonliest day of the year.

How can we fix Valentine’s Day? It’s a fun idea, to focus on love for one day, to have an excuse to make others feel special.

The 5-year-olds have it right. My daughter’s pre-K class distributed valentines this morning. They loved giving each other little folded cards that they worked so hard to write their names on. No one was left out. It was about friendship, and they’re too young not to be friends with everyone in the class.

I always try to do something small for one or two friends too. I rotate the recipients each year, so it doesn’t become an obligation, and the tiebreakers go to friends who don’t have a boyfriend, girlfriend, husband or wife.

As for my husband, we made a pact long ago. We are not allowed to spend more than we can find in the cushions of the couch. This keeps expectations low and creativity high.

Is my heart two sizes too small? No, but if we could scale down the valentines to modest, heart-felt gestures, today would be the perfect holiday to keep the love bubbling until spring can pep us up again.

Dog vs. Balloons

Thu, 24 Jan 2008 11:57:00 -0600

Meet Simon, a Jack Russell terrier from South Dakota. Why do I enjoy this video so much?

The kids like it too. Audrey’s reaction: “It’s a cow!” Now THAT would have made a great video.

Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra

Wed, 23 Jan 2008 11:49:00 -0600

Audrey’s first word was “yay!” when she was only 8 months old, 4 months before kids generally start talking. She’s always been very expressive vocally, and now we’re realizing she’s equally as creative. At 3, now she’s created her own language. I call it “Darmok.”

Here’s where all that sci-fi knowledge I’ve squirreled away helps me be a better mom. Remember “Star Trek: The Next Generation?” In Season 5, Capt. Picard is forced into an alien lock-in on a strange planet with Dathon, a Tamarian captain. Although the universal translator can decipher the alien’s words, we don’t understand the meaning behind the phrases, particularly, “When the walls fell,” “Sails unfurled,” and “Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra.” Picard eventually figures out Dathon is speaking in metaphors, based on the history of his people. “Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra” refers to two leaders who unite to defeat a common enemy. Audrey likewise uses metaphors of her own world to express her feelings.

In our house, each of the big sisters has one cherished belonging that if lost, causes the entire household to come to a standstill. Should our house ever catch fire, I am prepared to go back in for Rachel’s pink blanket and Audrey’s Bedtime Bear. If Audrey says she’s lost her Bedtime Bear, it’s accompanied by real tears. However, she started complaining, “I lost my Bedtime Bear” while she had the stuffed bear in her hand. She didn’t mean it literally. She meant she was as sad as if she had lost Bedtime Bear.

Since then, we’ve established other Audrey metaphors:

“I’m too shy” really means “I don’t feel like it.” How can she be too shy to use the bathroom or eat her dinner?

“I’m too small” really means “I don’t understand.” She’s demonstrated she’s not too small to climb into bed. She just doesn’t get why it’s not playtime anymore.

“It’s cold” really means “I’m uncomfortable.” It can be 80 degrees outside, and she’ll say it’s too cold. If her pants are too tight, she’s also too cold.

What have we learned? Dr. Spock vs. Mr. Spock — same difference. Kids are aliens.

Kid anecdotes Part 3

Tue, 22 Jan 2008 07:11:16 -0600

Matt was loading the girls into the car for a family outing. Miranda and I were still in the house getting ready to go.
RACHEL: Is Miranda coming with us?
AUDREY: Well, she's not walking.

Fortune for me is unfortunate for you

Mon, 21 Jan 2008 07:57:00 -0600

My latest fortune cookie: “You will be called upon to help a friend in trouble.”

OK, gang. Although I am happy to help any one of you at any time, I don’t want to see anyone in trouble. So watch it.

Don’t believe in fortune cookies? I don’t either. Most of the time they are proverbs rather than fortunes anyway. But I have received a couple that have been dead-on.

The night before Matt popped the question: “Accept the next proposal you hear.”

And about a week before Miranda was born: “You are about to receive a joyous gift.”

Flicks (and ticks) of 2007

Sun, 20 Jan 2008 11:49:00 -0600

My husband LOVES lists. It’s his way of organizing this thoughts. He took his Best of 2007 Movie List very seriously. He should. It’s part of his job.

However, my list is a bit different. Matt and I will have some of the same movies on our 2007 lists, but he’s a certified critic. He watches a lot of movies whether he thinks he’ll like them or not. He grades the movies based on the quality of the filmaking.

I don’t have time to watch a lot of movies. I saw some movies that were obviously good, but I didn’t like them. Sorry, movies. My list is a popularity contest. Just like the adorable pup at the pound — you may not be the best in show, but I like you anyway.

These are the movies that I found the most enjoyable of 2007.

1. The King of Kong — This documentary follows the saga of a man attempting to break the all-time high score in the Donkey Kong arcade game. Over-the-top, yet honest, this film provides a peek into the inner cliques of adult video game nerds.

2. Juno — Since I was pregnant for most of 2007, it’s amazing I saw any movies at all. Maybe that’s why I liked Juno so much. This movie is really about how hard it is to decide what one wants out of life.

3. Hot Fuzz — An overachieving British police officer is transferred to a seemingly quiet town with a high number of fatal accidents. This outrageous mystery was the funniest of the year.

4. Eagle vs. Shark — Again, nerds and video games. This movie follows Lily, a toned-down Napoleon Dynamite in New Zealand looking for love.

5. Knocked Up — Again, pregnant. A one-night stand turns into a nine-month journey for a couple who is ultimately unprepared. It’s tough to be fair and honest about men and women and babies and hormones. This movie pulls it off.

6. Atonement — A young girl misinterprets the relationship between her sister and her suitor, and tells a lie that affects the rest of their lives. This movie was shot beautifully and carefully explores the essence of guilt and consequences.

7. Spider-Man 3 — Lots of characters, lots of action, lots of villains. But when the dust (and black goo) settles, this movie reveals the Spidey saga isn’t about costumed characters at all. Concentrate on the three main characters to get the most out of director Sam Raimi’s trilogy: Peter Parker, Mary Jane Watson and Harry Osborn.

8. Disturbia — This movie made me jump. out. of. my. chair. A teenager under house arrest finds himself in a Rear Window situation.

9. 300 — A beautiful cinematic reproduction of Frank Miller’s comic-book series was fun to watch and a unique movie experience.

10. Ghost Rider — This movie had problems (notably Eva Mendes), but it was so much better than I expected, the pleasant surprise of not being horrible pushes it into my top ten.

And here are the real dogs — the movies I thought were inviting enough to scratch behind the ears, but showed fangs instead.

1. Underdog — Shoeshine, a mild-mannered stray, gains super powers after a freak lab experiment. I saw the preview. I was sold. I was eager to accept a lot of flaws in exchange for a superhero dog movie. I was not prepared for this level of awful. The jokes were dumb. The dog unheroic. By the end, I didn’t care about this movie, even though I wanted to more than anyone of a right mind should.

2. The Last Sin-Eater — This movie played out like a Hallmark Hall of Fame presentation. A town full of Welsh immigrants let superstitions control their lives. An annoying little girl is also involved. I’ve blocked out the rest.

3. Lady Chatterley — Nature reawakens a woman’s sexual desire, causing her to turn from her paralyzed husband to have an affair with their gamekeeper. Despite it being filmed in French and based on D.H. Lawrence’s book known for its erotic content, there was nothing interesting about this movie. The nudity and sex scenes were unflinchingly boring. The close-ups of daisies blowing in the wind were one of the reasons this movie was over three hours long.

4. Broken English — Parker Posey is usually awesome. She plays Nora, an unlucky-in-love thirtysomething who falls for a Frenchman. He’s mad about her, but she can’t admit she feels the same way. After finding herself alone again, she decides to fly to Paris to reclaim love. Too bad she didn’t bring along his address or phone number. It’s at this point, I can no longer sympathize with Nora or her movie.

5. The Brave One — Jodie Foster is also usually a sure bet. When a gang assaults her and kills her fiancé during a nighttime stroll in the park, she wigs out. Packing a gun and playing vigilante could make for an awesome movie, but Jodie’s character makes one stupid decision after another, making this one difficult to watch.

Honorable Mention: Fred Claus — Vince Vaughn as Santa Claus’ bitter brother? Such potential! But this movie goes nowhere fast. This was a good idea that never developed. And its philosophy that there are no naughy kids, just “misunderstood” kids, doesn’t make it likely a choice for my children either.

Precious babies

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 11:46:00 -0600

Not a lot rhymes with Miranda. Memoranda, propoganda, Uganda. Let’s face it, the cutest rhyme is panda. It also just happens that Miranda shares a birthday with the world’s newest panda cub.

Zhen Zhen, which means “precious” in Chinese, was born Aug. 3, in the San Diego Zoo. Zhen Zhen, a girl, seems to share personality traits with our Miranda. Zookeepers say Zhen Zhen is the quietest cub they’ve seen yet, and describe her as healthy and vigorous.

For more on Zhen Zhen’s milestones, visit the zoo’s site for giant panda news.

Green is my favorite color

Thu, 17 Jan 2008 09:51:18 -0600

I have mixed feelings about home makeover shows. Extreme Makeover Home Edition? Love it. Sometimes it makes me cry. Shows on H&G Network? I don’t know. Sometimes they bore me to tears.

I’ve never been one to paint walls on a whim. I’m not that daring. If I didn’t like the color, I know it’d be an ordeal to change it back. Dolling up the website, on the other hand, is less of a mess.

There’s no paint to mix, but deciding on one hex value out of millions of possibilities is a challenge. And once you’ve found a great color, creating coordinating colors can be even more frustrating.

For help, I went to the Color Schemer Gallery to get ideas from other people who like to match colors. Then, I used the online Color Scheme Generator to expand on the ideas I liked, and to find the hex values of shades that were slightly lighter or darker.

There was a lot of trial and error involved, but I think I came up with a look that I liked. I wonder if hardware stores can mix paints based on RGB and hex values …

Miranda milestones

Wed, 16 Jan 2008 07:59:00 -0600

Aug. 3: After 17 hours of labor, Miranda was born. I was exhilarated and exhausted.

Sept 17: Miranda smiles for the first time. Since then, she has smiled at virtually everyone she’s ever met — especially the boys.

Oct. 31: Miranda dresses like a duck for Halloween.

Nov. 10: Miranda watches a toy move from one side of her to the other (crosses the midline).

Nov. 18: Miranda attends her first comic book convention. Superheroes Fat Momma, Major Victory and The Diffuser signed comics for her at Wizard World in Arlington, Texas.

Nov. 19: Miranda experiments with her own potential superpowers by attempting to fly off my knee.

Nov. 24: Miranda maintains her balance briefly while sitting on her own.

Nov. 27: Miranda watches the finale of her favorite show, “Dancing With the Stars.” Leaping, music, sequins … what baby wouldn’t be entranced?

Jan. 3: Miranda eats her first bite of real food: a mushy mix of milk and rice cereal. Catch the moment in the 39-second documentary below:

Keeping up with Nerdage

Tue, 15 Jan 2008 12:07:00 -0600

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Kid anecdotes Part 2

Mon, 14 Jan 2008 04:31:00 -0600

MATT: ARE YOU READY?
AUDREY: NO, I'M BLUE-DY.

Please, give me a pass

Thu, 10 Jan 2008 22:04:00 -0600

I’m not sure which part of raising kids kills brain cells. Is it the pregnancies? The sleep interruptions? The mundane repetition of picking up toys and reading the same children’s books every day?

Yes! I had my baby. On Aug. 3, Miranda was born. I would have told the world, yet I couldn’t remember the password for my website. Almost six months later, I’m finally getting things sorted out and hope to post more regularly.

The password dilemma is nothing new. I have started a password file on my computer. Of course, the password file is saved under an alternate name — a password for the passwords. Want to know the name of the file? It’s the code word Matthew and I have agreed upon in case either one of us suspects the other has been replaced by an impostor/clone/robot. In this Matrix world, one can never be too sure. (It has been tested once or twice.)

Currently, I have almost 50 passwords recorded, and I know I’m missing some. This boggles my mind. I try to make them unique, but I’ve run out of ideas and there are clearly the ones I don’t care that much about hiding — my Southwest Airlines frequent flier ID for example. I don’t think I’ll be getting away enough to cash that in anyway.

Last month, I had to call the bank to regain access to my online checking account. The bank had forced me to change the password the week before. When I entered the old password by mistake, it automatically locked me out. Furious at what should have taken me only a couple of seconds to check my balance, I took it out on the bank operator.

“I can’t take money out of my account online. I can only check the activity. Not only do I have to remember a password, you keep making me change the password, I have to answer a dozen security questions, and I have to verify the same picture of a hairdryer everytime I log in,” I complained. All I got was a lecture about how the bank is committed to a high level of security.

Remember “Super Password”? I used to watch that show every day. It was the 1980s, and Bert Convy was funny. I was so good at that game. But then, that was before I had kids.