I was in my car tonight listening to NPR for the first time in a week and nearly swerved off the road for joy at this bit of news I only learned of today. I called my husband immediately to tell him. He had, of course, known for days. Then I thought, "Who else can I call?" The answer was a resounding NOBODY. I am sure that I only know a handful of people who think Gore's Peace Prize is as fantastically ironic as I do. I am sure that most people I know and love and regularly associate with not only didn't see his movie, but had no desire to on some kind of moral high ground. (Explain THAT to me, will you?)
I have to admit: I'm a big fan of Al Gore. I hated the way he ran the last few weeks of his presidential campaign, which probably cost him the election, but even in ultra-red Texas I voted for him, fully knowing it was an irrelevant vote. Oh, he is probably a hypocrite. I guess in that respect we all are, but I think he has been able to accomplish so much more not being president. Even if not Iraq, he would have no doubt been mired in a slough of Mid-east issues, and while he would not have declared war on the environment or appointed an oil (wo)man to be head of the EPA , there is no question that all issues green would have been put on the back burner. Love him or leave him, there is no doubt that he has influenced the thinking of a lot of powerful people (Dubya, naturally, excepted. His influence requires that powerful people also be thinking people . . . .)
Okay, onto my holiday news.
Interesting Thanksgiving. We spent it with a family who have all boys like us--but they have FIVE of them. The two wildest are the same age as my little guys and by the time we left, their two had my two so stirred up that all they wanted was to go to bed early, sleep late, stay home and get along with one another all day. Still, we were grateful for a place to go and the couple is very cool; they would be fun to hang out with. If, and I really stress "if" the kids are not in the mix. I promise, I was really missing my favorite Thanksgiving--when Forecast cooked the turkey upside down. I think on.the.run was there, and maybe Desmama?
Here are my pies: Chocolate cream, coconut cream and apple. This was not the lead story because I did not make my own crust this time. Still, they were delicious and my homemade custardy cream filling in the chocolate and the coconut was a.thing.of.beauty.
In my last post I listed some of my favorite toys and I said "IPod." I had to post a picture of it because it is so cute. If you have an IPod, you have to go to IFrogz.com, and check out their selection of covers. (Good gifty idea too.) Not only are they adorable, custom, and selling through the coolest website I've ever seen, they are also made right in good old L****, so you are buying local.
Over the long weekend, the baby got fatter, Scallywag practiced letters with Q-Tips, and Plantboy built a fort that the kids loved, but prevented me from getting into my dresser. My mom used to always say with this really hilarious sigh, "It is good enough for a mother." I'm starting to see what she meant. Scallywag also loved his cowboy-Indian vest (his term; he calls the Ewoks from Star Wars "Indian-bears."), but I couldn't get Pirate to wear his long enough to get his picture taken. Hmm . . . sounds like Halloween.
I rounded off the weekend by doing a fireside for the YM and YW in our ward. This was very nerve-wracking. I committed to do it before I found out the topic, which, of course, turned out to be chastity. Nice. That is the last time I agree before I hear the topic. I was bold and blunt, but I think I spoke with a lot of love and encouragement also. My talk was 45 minutes, so much too lengthy to include here, but Plantboy said I had to save it to read to our children one day. After I read one especially specific section to him, he said, "I wish somebody had said this to me as a teenager, but I have to tell you, there is nothing you could offer me that would compel me to stand in front of a group of young men and young women and say that." I guess I know who is giving our boys the sex talk.
Oh, and Poopy Pirate is hilarious.