Kung Fu Panda and Joe Satriani

We had the boys this weekend, which is always lots of fun. I love having them at our house and look forward to their arrival every other weekend. The oldest is really into Call of Duty 4 (or as the cool kids call it – COD4) and I think he would play it constantly from the time he gets in the door until the moment we take him home if we’d let him. We don’t, and I think he’s okay with that, but still…if given the chance, I don’t think it would go offline all weekend. ūüôākung_fu_panda

Saturday’s mail brought a package from Amazon.com. I pre-ordered Kung Fu Panda for my hubby for his birthday (which was Tuesday – Happy Birthday Honey!). Now my hubby is not¬† a big fan of going to the movies, but we’d seen the trailers to Kung Fu Panda and thought it looked funny, so we went. It was so funny, in fact,¬†that we went twice! There is something about the slow motion animation that is so hilarious that we had tears running down our faces both times we saw it in the theater. This one is a definite “got to own it” movie. So guess what we did Saturday night…yep, watched Kung Fu Panda with the boys. We all got a good laugh out of it. ¬†I¬†couldn’t help but ¬†think that the dudes would have probably laughed a lot harder at this movie three years ago (especially oldest, who is now 15 and cooler than the other side of your pillow) than they did now, but I think they enjoyed it a lot.

Last night we dropped the boys off a couple of hours earlier than usual because my wonderful sister-in-law bought us tickets to see Joe Satriani at the Dodge Theater in Phoenix. Before the show my husband treated me to a fabulous dinner of prime rib at Kinkaids.

l-westLeslie West and Mountain opened the show. They weren’t bad, but not great either. During the second (I think) song Leslie tripped over one of his cords and crashed into the floor, tweaking his knee and who knows what else. This guy is no spring chicken anymore so there was a lot of concern for him. He got up, limped back to his mike, cussed some, and continued his portion of the show. His bass player (sorry, can’t recall his name) was pretty entertaining. He’d get his 2 ft. braids (which protrude from his mohawk) swinging around his head like a helicopter and I was pretty sure he was going to take flight at any moment.¬† The highlight of Leslie’s show was when he played Mississippi Queen, which was the only song that I recognized of his.

Then came Joe Satriani…Wow! That. Dude. Can. Play! He’s just so amazing. He did mostly songs from his satch1new album. But he also did a few of his old standby’s as well. I especially love his song “Always With Me, Always With You” as that is the song my daughter and her hubby chose for their processional music for their wedding in August 2007. He did one song, “Ghosts” that I thought was pretty interesting. I liked the mystery and emotion that it evoked. “Andalusia”is a beautiful song that is technically brilliant…but of course all of Satch’s music is technically brilliant. He switched guitars throughout the show, but I think my favorite was a gorgeous silver guitar that he played quite a bit.¬†¬†Several of Joe’s¬†guitarsare custom made by Ibanez. Stu Hamm, Joe’s bass player, did an incredible solo on the bass…Wow!! What a show!

The only down side to the entire evening is that I had this in front of me all night, blocking my view!!

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He could have just scrunched down in his seat, couldn’t he? Oh well, the music was still amazing and I had a great time with my hubby. Many thanks to my sister-in-law for the concert. It was a once in a lifetime experience for me!

Mariposa Monarch

Picture 110, originally uploaded by lyndaspix2004.

Mariposa means butterfly in Spanish.

My friend, Jamie, and I went to the Desert Botanical Garden in Phoenix to see the Monarch exhibit. We each took hundreds of photos and had a great time.

Unlike the butterflies that are in the exhibit in the spring, the Mariposa Monarch is not a “friendly” butterfly. They get nervous when you get too close and they don’t seem to like the click or flash of the camera. Monarchs also tend to land on the ground a lot, so you have to be careful of each step that you take.

Jamie and I spent a good hour in the butterfly house observing these fascinating creatures and trying to capture a moment where they actually were still. They love the colorful flowers in the exhibit and flit from one to another until they think they’re going to be left alone!

Every fall, by instinct alone, the Monarch butterflies go to the same mountains that their ancestors left the previous spring. Somehow, they find a place in Mexico that they’ve never seen before. Monarchs only fly during the day and at night you might see a handful, or even hundreds of them roosting in trees or on a bridge!

Each winter, the entire eastern population of monarch butterflies in Mexico clusters together on only 10-12 volcanic mountains, in large colonies estimated to contain millions of individuals. Significantly, an estimated 80% of the butterflies concentrate each year in only four core colonies.

All of the colonies are in Mexico’s Transvolcanic Belt, and most of these colonies are spread along an arc from the western face of the volcano “Nevado de Toluca” to the northeastern extreme of the state of Michoacan. The four core sites–El Rosario, Sierra Chincua, Chivati-Huacal and Cerro Pelon–are located in the center of the arc, near Angangueo.

You can read more about the Monarchs’ amazing journey here:

http://www.learner.org/jnorth/monarch/

The Y Generation

The Silent generation, people born before 1946

The Baby Boomers, people born between 1946 and 1959.

Generation X, people born between 1960 and 1979.

Generation Y
, people born between 1980 and 1995 .

Why do we call the last one generation Y? I did not know,

but a caricaturist explains it eloquently below…

 

I learned something new today!

Pink Lemonade Pie

I was at my sister-in-law’s house today and she gave me a piece of this wonderful dessert! you’ve GOT to try it! YUMMY!!

Here is the recipe:

 

Pink Lemonade Pie

1 8 ounce package cream cheese, softened
1 14 ounce can Eagle Brand sweetened condensed milk
1 6 ounce frozen pink lemonade
1/2 pint whipping cream; stiffly whipped
1 graham cracker pie crust
drop or two of red food coloring

In a large bowl, beat the cream cheese until fluffy; beat in sweetened condensed milk, lemonade and food coloring, color to your liking. Gently fold in whipping cram. Pour into crust and freeze six hours or until firm. Serves 8 to 10 people depending on size of pie slices. Perfect desert for a hot summer evening.

Commode Catastrophe

Last week I noticed that the floor in our downstairs 1/2 bath was wet…an apparent leak from the toilet. My hubby shut off the water to the potty, flushed a couple of times to get all the water out of the tank and proceeded to check out where the water was coming from. It turned out to be a corroded bolt/nut/gasket problem. So the water was leaking out around the rusted out hardware. It was early in the week and we had a lot going on¬†with work and other things, so we decided to make fixing it a weekend issue.

Saturday morning we took a trip with the old, rusted out hardware in a ZipLock baggie, down to our Home Depot store. I love Home Depot. Especially since we bought our house. I can wander up and down those ginormous aisles for hours dreaming and planning. But that day we were on a mission to get new hardware to hold the tank in place and stop the leak. We wandered through the plumbing aisles amidst the plethora of faucets, sinks, stoppers, towel racks, hampers, pipes and fixtures and finally asked a guy in an orange apron for some help. He got us to the right section, compared our old bolts to the new ones and for $4 we had the solution to our leaky toilet.

Or so we thought.

We got home and proceeded to figure out the proper way to bolt that tank back onto the bowl. There were several pieces in that $4 bag including washers, gaskets, bolts and nuts. You take the bolt, thread a metal washer, then a gasket onto the end toward the head of said bolt and stick it through the tank, down through the hole in the bowl (hey, that rhymes!) and then from the bottom side you slide another gasket and washer up to the bowl side and start threading the nuts, two for each bolt (because, I guess, one just wouldn’t be enough?). Because our downstairs bathroom is quite tiny, you do all this nearly standing on your head! Then you take a large flathead screwdriver and hold the bolt in place while your husband gets the socket going to screw that little nut. Hubby’s standing on his head now, trying to effectively use the ratchet¬†in this precarious position and I’m hunched over the bowl with one hand on the wall to brace¬†myself while trying to keep the flat end of the screwdriver on the head of the bolt and hold it in place so it doesn’t just spin around and around while hubby screws on that nut.¬† It was like a sick game of Twister.¬†We repeat this whole scenario for the other side of the tank.

Once the tank appeared to be securely fastened onto the toilet hubby turned the water back on. The tank filled up and was flushed and water promptly started to leak from it again. Sigh…

So we decide that it needed to be tightened to make the gasket’s seal a bit more snug to prevent leaks. We don’t need the screwdriver to hold the bolt in place anymore so it’s just the ratchet/socket combo now.

This is where it gets ugly.

Did you know that if¬†you tighten the bolts too much…you’re going to hear a nasty, high pitched, cracking sound. That will be your tank…splitting from the bolt all the way to the top. It will be unfortunate if this happens. It will be disastrous if you’ve got a tank full of water and haven’t turned the water to the toilet off again.¬†We had water all over the bathroom floor (tiny as it is, that’s a LOT of water) and it was spreading out into the hallway and kitchen. It took four large bath towels and a mop to clean up that mess.

Husband is not happy. He’s cussing. A lot.

I’m cussing too. A lot.

We got¬†the tank¬†off the stool¬†and hubby¬†hauls it out to the pile of bulk garbage we need to put out for the truck next time it comes around. He’s pissed. He goes in to play Madden ’08 and cool down. I’m not as pissed so I offered to go back to Home Depot myself and get another tank. He agreed to let me go by myself only on the condition that I didn’t try to lift or carry it myself (toilets are HEAVY!). I promised I would get someone to help me with it.¬† I got the specs off the old tank (Crane, manufactured in 1996, part number) and drove to Home Depot.

Guess what! Home Depot doesn’t carry Crane toilets.¬†GREAT! ¬†

The helpful guy in the orange apron told me that there might be some plumbing companies still open who carry Crane products and he gave me two names. But since this toilet was manufactured in 1996 I wasn’t sure that they’d even have the part, or figured they’d have to order it. And we wanted our bathroom back in working order. So I called my hubby and told him what was going on. We both cussed and then decided that we’d buy a new toilet and install it ourselves.

Did you know toilets can cost as much as $1500??? Holy crap! I didn’t.

We had hoped to get an all in one (one piece)¬†model, so we wouldn’t have to go through the nightmare of¬†attaching the tank again. But those were all around $350-$500. Of course the $99 all-in-one toilet was out of stock so I¬†ended up getting¬†this old fashioned two piece’r for the low, low everyday price of just $144!¬†This¬†included the seat and the wax ring so I had everything we needed to get “going” downstairs again. I¬†found someone to load¬†the box¬†onto my cart, paid for it and got a kid to help get it hefted up into my Pathfinder and headed home.

We removed the old bowl¬†and found¬†that instead of a caulking seal around the base of the stool, the brainiac builders had used grout. My husband¬†had to get¬†down on his hands an knees and carefully chisel away at this mess until it was all smooth and then cleaned up the floor.¬†I don’t want to tell you how nasty a job it was removing the old wax ring residue. EWWWW!

My hubby and I¬†unloaded the heavy box into the garage and took the parts out one at a time. We brought the new bowl in and got it installed. We’d learned our lesson about overtightening the bolts on the tank and so this time that was a breeze. Of course this installation couldn’t go off entirely without a hitch. The old¬†hose that connected the tank to the water outlet was too short by about 1/2″. (More cussing!) So, shoving the too-short hose into my purse, ¬†back to Home Depot I went.

This time a gal in an orange apron helped me find¬†a hose with the properly sized fittings on each end that was long enough. She found one and I took it up to pay, but there was no price and no UPC code on the dang thing. She kept trying to look it up in various ways and the people in line¬†behind me were getting impatient. I finally offered to go BACK to the place where I got the hose and write down the code and price for her…since her tiny brain couldn’t compute the fact that she needed to call back for a price check. I got the required information, had to track her down again because by the time I got back up there (it was like a whopping 2 minutes) she had changed registers, paid for my hose and went home. We got the hose screwed on, turned the water on, flushed and GLORY BE!!! It works!!

 Whew. What a day!