Sunday, October 11, 2009
Jack-Jack & His Play Gym
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Beautiful Boy
Monday, September 7, 2009
Baby Jackson's First Week of Life
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Another Life Lesson for Jackson: Music is the Soundtrack of Life
Recently, I had a bit of a spiritual experience at a Fleetwood Mac concert. I went crazy and purchased several CDs, and I have to admit that I still lose my breath a little when I hear Stevie Nicks sing “Landslide” or “Silver Springs.” My sister and fellow blogger, Emily, shares my enthusiasm for both classic and popular music. You will recall her fantastic guest blog entry about the significance of the life-changing tune, “Don’t Stop Believing’” by Journey. For the Lester girls, music is the soundtrack of our lives. We hear certain songs on the radio, and we think of a particular person, a particular moment, a particular feeling etched in our consciousness. Now, these fuzzy memories need not always be so serious: Emily and I went through a phase where we left full songs on one another’s voicemail….songs that we hated, songs that were vastly overplayed on popular radio, songs like “Maria” by Carlos Santana and “Hero” by Enrique Iglesias. Recently, we involved our friend, Lindsay, in the voicemail pranks, and the dreadful song of choice was “Fall for You” by Secondhand Serenade. In short, even bad music adds a little comedy and flavor to our relatively boring lives!
I hope that Jackson shares our appreciation for spiritual songs, silly songs and songs that speak to the soul. Most importantly, I hope he shares our broad appreciation for music from different time periods and genres. As a firm “music is the soundtrack of life” believer, I judge people that listen exclusively to music without much depth. It makes me suspicious about the heart of their life experience, the depth of their feeling, their insight, their character. That’s right. I said it. People that listen only to country music...I’m speaking directly to you. I make that statement, however, as a casual fan of country music. It is, after all, sort of the soundtrack of the American Midwestern and Southern life, and I am equally skeptical of people that spurn the entire genre. When you are sitting at the lake, having barbeque with the people you love, it seems only appropriate to have a little Kenny Chesney playing the background. Who doesn’t get a little goofy when they hear “Ring of Fire?” What Oklahoman can honestly listen to “The Change” without getting teary-eyed? For the most part, however, when I am in the middle of a life-changing time, lyrics about Yoo Hoo bottles rolling around on the floorboard of the car, putting a boot up the you-know-what of a terrorist, and leaving your Christmas lights up all year long just do not suffice. I’m confident I will get a comment or two about bashing the music of the Sooner State. Country music, like pop music, even rap music, has its purpose and its place in my life experience. I hope my readers will interpret my colorful comments as a promotion of musical diversity, appreciating the purpose of all genres, rather than an indictment of those that happen to like a little Trace Adkins. Yikes, bad example, Trace Adkins? Maybe I do judge….nevermind.
Emily and I started talking the other day about songs that Jackson should know as I am determined not to listen to a Barney CD during every car trip. Our discussion broadened into a debate about songs that characterized our life experiences, and I wanted to write this blog entry in order to initiate a bit of a discussion about the songs that inspired my readers. For example, every time I hear “Good Riddance” by Green Day (a band I loathe save this one song) and “Run” by Collective Soul, I think about how it felt to be 18 years old, getting ready to graduate from high school, moving on to the University of Tulsa. Mom confided that every time she felt contemplative during her life, she always appreciated the music of Cat Stevens. Joshua mentioned that every time he hears “The Luckiest” by Ben Folds Five, he thinks about us. Conversely, every time I hear Michael Bolton’s horrible rendition of “When a Man Loves a Woman,” I think about us and how the disc jockey at our wedding messed up our selected song for the first dance (“You are the Love of My Life” by Michael W. Smith and Jim Brickman) and played that monstrosity instead. Despite the drama of the moment, this hellacious song choice did make for some terrific wedding pictures during our first dance as we laughed uncontrollably.
So, Emily and I wanted to share with you some of the songs that shaped our experiences, and we hope that you will join in a lively discussion about the songs that shaped yours. Here are the current winners along with a lyric sample to support the selection:
Most Inspirational Song: “Don’t Stop Believin’” by Journey
Lyric Sample: “Working hard to get my fill. Everybody wants a thrill. Paying anything to roll the dice just one more time.”
Lauren’s Honorable Mention: “Dream On” by Aerosmith
Lyric Sample: “Half my life’s in books’ written pages. Live and learn from fools and from sages. You know it’s true. All the things come back to you.”
Emily’s Honorable Mention: “Dead and Gone” by T.I. (Because Emily roots for the reformed little gangsters….)
Lyric Sample: “Time to think before I make mistakes just for my family’s sake. That part of me left yesterday. The heart of me is strong today. No regrets, I’m blessed to say, the old me, dead and gone away.”
Best Break-Up Song: “You Oughta Know” by Alanis Morissette
Lyric Sample: “And every time I run my nails down someone else’s back, I hope you feel it.”
Lauren’s Honorable Mention: “Untouchable Face” by Ani DiFranco
Lyric Sample: “Think I’m going for a walk now. I feel a little unsteady. Don’t want nobody to follow me...except maybe you. I could make you happy if you weren’t already. I could a lot of things and I do.”
Emily’s Honorable Mention: “Single Ladies” by Beyonce
Lyric Sample: “If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it…” Overplayed, but right on.
Best Change of Life Song: “Landslide” by Fleetwood Mac
Lyric Sample: “Well, I’ve been afraid of changing cause I’ve built my life around you. But time makes you bolder, even children get older, and I’m getting older too.”
Lauren’s Honorable Mention: “Good Riddance” by Green Day (So cliché but I couldn’t help myself).
Lyric Sample: “Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go. So make the best of this test, and don’t ask why. It’s not a question but a lesson learned in time.”
Emily’s Honorable Mention: “Tapestry” by Carol King
Lyric Sample: “My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hues, an everlasting vision of the ever-changing view.”
Best “I Still Love You” Song: “Silver Springs” by Fleetwood Mac
Lyric Sample: “I’ll follow you down till the sound of my voice will haunt you. You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you.”
Lauren’s Honorable Mention: “Stay” by Lisa Loeb & the Nine Stories
Lyric Sample: “You said that I was naïve. I thought that I was strong. I thought, ‘Hey, I can leave, I can leave,” but now I know that I was wrong cause I missed you.”
Emily’s Honorable Mention: “Split Screen Sadness” by John Mayer
Lyric Sample: “I know it was me who called it over, but I still wish you’d fought me ‘til your dying day. Don’t let me get away.”
Best Moody Broody Song: “Come Pick Me Up” by Ryan Adams
Lyric Sample: “I wish you’d make up my bed so I could make up my mind. Try it for sleeping instead. Maybe you’ll rest sometime. I wish I could.”
Lauren’s Honorable Mention: “Harder Now That It’s Over” by Ryan Adams
Lyric Sample: “It’s harder now that it’s over now that the cuffs are off. And you’re free. You’re free with a history.”
Emily’s Honorable Mention: “Fix You” by Coldplay
Lyric Sample: “When you try your best but you don’t succeed, when you get what you want but not what you need.”
Best Female Empowerment Song: “Like a Prayer” by Madonna (Only the Kappa ladies will understand….)
Lyric Sample: “Life is a mystery. Everyone must stand alone. I hear you call my name and it feels like home.”
Lauren’s Honorable Mention: “Strong Enough” by Sheryl Crow
Lyric Sample: “I have a face I cannot show. I make the rules up as I go. So try and love me, if you can. Are you strong enough to be my man?”
Emily’s Honorable Mention: “Overprotected” by Britney Spears (Emily’s 10th grade anthem)
Lyric Sample: “Say hello to the girl that I am! You’re gonna have to see through my perspective. I need to make mistakes just to learn who I am, and I don’t wanna be so damn protected.”
Best Song with Family Significance: “Brown-Eyed Girl” by Van Morrison (Our Mom’s Song)
Lyric Sample: “Our hearts a thumpin’ and you, my brown-eyed girl. You, my brown-eyed girl.” Lauren’s Honorable Mention: “Knocks Me Off by Feet” by Stevie Wonder (Dad’s song to Mom)
Lyric Sample: “I don’t want to bore you with my trouble, but there’s something about your love that makes me weak and knocks me off my feet.”
Emily’s Honorable Mention: “Carolina on my Mind” by James Taylor (The song Dad played when he taught Emily to drive)
Lyric Sample: “In my mind I’m going to Carolina, can’t you feel the sunshine? Can’t you just feel the moonshine?”
Best Romantic Song: The Lester girls are not romantic. We tend to expect the boys to come up with something spectacular here. Yes, we have high expectations, and we are quite spoiled. We refuse to apologize for this, but nonetheless, we have nothing really to contribute for this category. We just weren’t wired to be sappy, overly girly females. See Female Empowerment Category.
Lauren’s Honorable Mention: “The Luckiest” by Ben Folds (This is Joshua’s favorite and he is the more romantic of the Allison pair!)
Lyric Sample: “And where was I before the day that I first saw your lovely face? Now I see it everyday, and I know that I am, I am, I am the luckliest.”
Emily’s Honorable Mention: “At Last” by Billie Holiday
Lyric Sample: “At last my love has come along, my lonely days are over and life is like a song.”
Best Romancin’ Song: “Sun Comes Up” by John Legend
Lyric Sample: “Wait a minute, baby, I’m not through. I intend to spend more than one night with you. A love affair that never ends, like the old song says, ‘let’s do it again.’ ”
Lauren’s Honorable Mention: “I’m on Fire” by Bruce Springsteen
Lyric Sample: “At night, I wake up with the sheets soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head. Only you can cool my desire. Oh, oh, oh, I’m on fire.”
Emily’s Honorable Mention: “Like a Virgin” by Madonna (because everything I picked for this category, Lauren laughed at)
Lauren’s Commentary Re: Emily's Honorable Mention: Pick something that isn’t the sexual equivalent of Elton John music, and I won’t laugh at you. Your lack of smoothness makes this song your perfect choice! I love my sweet little sister!
Lyric Sample: “I made it through the wilderness, somehow I made it through, didn’t know how lost I was until I found you.”
Best Summertime Song: “Free Fallin’” by Tom Petty
Lyric Sample: “I want to glide down over Mulholland. I want to write her name in the sky. I’m going to free fall out into nothing. Going to leave this world for a while.”
Lauren’s Honorable Mention: “Jack & Diane” by John Mellencamp
Lyric Sample: “Let it rock. Let it roll. Let the Bible Belt come and save my soul. Hold on to sixteen as long as you can. Changes come around real soon make us women and men.”
Emily’s Honorable Mention: “Summer of ‘69” by Bryan Adams
Lyric Sample: “Oh when I look back now, that summer seemed to last forever. And if I had the choice, yeah, I’d always want to be there. Those were the best days of my life.”
We welcome comments and suggestions! We would, however, like to point out the following: Is there a category that couldn’t be settled by simply nominating “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey? We didn’t think so…..
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Mazal Tov! It's a Boy!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Life Lessons for Pistachio: Don't be a Phone Stalker
Although I will not begin to speculate about whether Pistachio comes by his or her future jerkiness honestly (after all, his mother is a lawyer), I believe I can say with confidence that we will do everything possible to instill in Pistachio a few manners in the fleeting hopes that one day he or she will behave with some level of decorum and/or social grace. Today is a Monday at my office, and I am already prepared to offer Pistachio his or her first life lesson in manners: Don’t be a phone stalker.
During my life, I have had my fair share of phone stalkers. I remember one quite vividly: I was in the 6th grade. He went to a local charismatic mega-church. His name sounded like a sneeze. His name was supposedly biblical-You know, one of those names that appears one (1) time in some long list in Judges in the Holy Reformed King Charles Spaniel Unified Revised Canadian Charismatic Version of the text? Although his mother may have believed his name was rooted in the Holy Word, I maintain its origin rested soundly in a sinus infection. I used to imagine the nurse standing over his mother in the delivery room. “What name will be given to this child?” she asked. His mother sneezed, and it stuck like…..well, I digress. This particular phone stalker decided he liked me, and he called my parents’ home telephone number at least twenty-five (25) times in two (2) hours. Each time, he had nothing new to report. He just wanted to see “what was going on.” I loathed him after about two (2) hours and one (1) minute. My feelings were so strong that even as I started writing this column, I shuddered and then laughed at his expense…fourteen (14) years later. The sad thing, however, is that he really was a genuinely nice young man, but after all those phone calls, the recipient thinks you are either a total stalker or moderately retarded. I suspect he was a little of both. Regardless, neither seems conducive to making a good impression on girl.
On my way to adulthood, I encountered several phone stalkers. Many seized upon modern technology (i.e. text messages, instant messages, e-mail) to compound the level of contact with me. I even had one creeper that saved all my e-mails and instant message conversations with him, particularly the last ones when I was telling him rather emphatically never to call me again. When I became a professional, I discovered that physical maturity does not necessarily weed out the teenage phone stalkers. In a professional setting, however, they up their game. First, whenever they call, it is ALWAYS an emergency, and they must speak with me directly. They are distrustful of my assistant, because after all, I admittedly do not return each and every one (1) of the thirteen (13) calls they placed to my office yesterday. It must be that she is failing to give me the message. It certainly could not be that I am absolutely not interested in hearing about how your former spouse sent you a “mean” text message about your dog after you told her that her cat looked overweight. A phone stalker never truly needs a lawyer. They need a baby-sitter.
During a moment of total stupidity on my part, I once gave a potential phone stalker (not a client, mind you) my mobile telephone number. He called me seven (7) times on Sunday afternoon to tell me that his child was throwing up at a local amusement park, and he wanted to know if I was going to hold the child’s mother accountable for his physical condition. The child ate two (2) baskets of chili cheese nachos and an entire package of cotton candy before jumping on a roller coaster in 100 degree temperatures, but phone stalker thought mom was to blame for a little upset stomach. Frankly, if the child eats all that garbage before hopping on an amusement ride, he sounds just like a chip off the old block, as we say in Creek County. Give him a few years….he’ll be calling me every fifteen (15) minutes after his baby mama gets a protective order against him for stalking. He will become one of those folks that appear on the Caller ID, and I literally cringe.
I was watching The Office last night on my laptop, and in this particular episode, Michael Scott gives his assistant, Pam, a list of excuses to give people if they call him. For example, “I’m sorry Michael can’t come to the phone. He’s at a Civil Rights Rally” or “Michael isn’t available. He’s having a colonoscopy.” I am thinking about starting my own list for phone stalkers, a list of items that might make the phone stalker feel as uncomfortable and/or astonished as I feel while on the line with them: “I’m sorry Lauren isn’t available. Her goldfish died last night, and she is taking a bereavement day.” Perhaps, “I’m sorry, Lauren is out of the office today for her annual pap smear” or “I’m sorry, Lauren had a nervous breakdown and lost her ability to hear last night because of all the stupid people that called yesterday. If you have a message for her, submit same in Braille.”
So, Pistachio, one (1) call per day is acceptable. If the call is romantic in nature and you end up being a girl, never, ever call him first. If you call, you need not text, e-mail, and IM as well, and if I catch you, I’m taking your phone away. It’s for your own good. Your mother does not want you to be a social moron.
Ok, life lesson over…..My phone is ringing. And I just got a text. Creeper.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Pistachio's Campaign Slogan.....
I am the Next American Idol!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Heifer in the Hay Ring
After the rescue!
One Last Hurrah...
Joshua and I decided a few months ago that we need a vacation. After all, we haven’t been on a real vacation since well, our honeymoon. Since Joshua and I have the same birthday only five years apart, we always do something special around our big day in April, so April seemed like the perfect time for our last rendezvous before Pistachio’s world premiere, especially since my doctor is going to officially ground me around June. We knew we wanted to go some place grown-up, because frankly, the next eighteen (18) years will provide ample opportunities for our family to visit Disneyland and Seaworld. We also knew we had to go somewhere relatively cheap since we have a few major purchases to make before September. It would have to be some place fairly memorable because we know we aren’t going to be doing much vacationing for potentially a few years till Pistachio is old enough to cry with his or her face covered in blue cotton candy while we are sweating bullets in an incredibly long line to ride the Merry-Go-Round at Six Flags Over Texas in August. So, we needed someplace memorable, cheap and grown-up for the soon-to-be parents to relax and play….I mean, did we really have a choice? That’s right….Viva Las Vegas!
I teased Joshua that Las Vegas may not be quite as fun if he has to tote around the pregnant lady with a pooch belly in her Ked’s tennis shoes. He said something charming and sweet about it not being any fun without the pregnant lady, so he is continuing the trend of winning lots of brownie points with his baby mama. We are going to take things very easy: Go casual, visit the spa for a massage, sleep late, order room service, and see a few shows. Most importantly, we will be together and not at work! We made our final plans today and officially booked our hotel and flights. So, how many days until April?
Monday, March 2, 2009
The Concept Looks More Like A Reality....
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Things an Awkward Pregnant Lady Does
- First, I literally have not worn my jeans since I discovered my pregnancy. Instead, I’ve elected to wear some variation of yoga or work pants. I have this complex that the button on my jeans is putting undue pressure on my unborn child’s head. I don’t want our child to come out of womb with “Gap Jeans” emblazoned on its forehead. I feel the same way when I see little babies wearing headbands. That headband could literally be squeezing that child’s brain cells, but its mother thinks (wrongly) that it looks cute so she is willing to take a risk. Well, not me. Pistachio Almond Allison will not be squished by a metal button, and if Pistachio happens to be a girl, she can wear a little pink bow rather than a gaudy polka-dot headband. She will thank me later. My pants, however, are not the trendiest items in my wardrobe. Last weekend, I went to the movie with my buddy, Lisa, in black velour pants, Coach tennis shoes, and my Celine Dion t-shirt. She did not say a word about it, but frankly, I was a little embarrassed for her to be seen with me.
- I wear an oversized, neutral-colored cardigan sweater with almost everything. T-Shirts, dress blouses, tank tops…all are equally complimented by the infamous pregnant lady, gray cardigan. Occasionally, I dress the cardigan up with some oversized matching gray pearls. Other times, I simply embrace the fact that I look like a chubby school marm.
- I eat some variation of a turkey sandwich almost every day. It is a healthy option that does not seem to inspire Pistachio Almond to do water aerobics in my stomach. The people at Subway in the Bristow know me. They practically begin to make the Turkey on Wheat when I walk through the door.
- I eat an inordinate amount of green beans, my very favorite vegetable since I was a little girl. In fact, I have a pot of fresh green beans cooking on my stove as I write this little blog entry. Our unborn child must also be a fan of Hormel and Green Giant.
- I also shuffle to the bathroom several times a night and fight the urge to sleep in my desk chair around 2 PM every day.
- I took a foot stool to my office so I could secretly prop my feet up under my desk while I meet with clients. A friend told me that a little old lady she used to work with had a foot stool like mine under her desk. She probably had orthopedic shoes and a chain for her glasses too. I don’t judge.
This morning, I went to Wal-Mart in Bristow sans make-up in my oversized sweat shirt and yoga pants. I pulled my disheveled bed-head hair into a pony tail without even brushing it. I may or may not have worn a bra. Joshua and I went to grab some groceries for our stay-at-home Valentine’s Day dinner tonight, but I was distracted by the music department. I found a new two disc Celine Dion greatest hits CD, and I was truly overwhelmed. The clerk at Wal-Mart even overcharged me for the CD, but I didn’t care because Celine is worth an extra four dollars. We drove home listening to Celine and Andrea Bocelli at almost full volume, and I may have squeezed out a tiny tear. My feeling is that these little incidents represent only the beginning of what will hopefully be a long road of silly and awkward behavior as a new parent. I take comfort in knowing that it will probably be at least twelve or thirteen more years before Pistachio (with eyes rolling) truly realizes what a weirdo I am.