Saturday, June 13, 2009

How Did This Happen?


It's peculiar how personally familiar the picture seems. The girl in the gown resembles me, only more beautiful, and younger than I ever remember being at 17.
It's surreal to think that it's been almost 17 years since she was toddling around, her bottle hanging from her mouth as she crept along the furniture, looking for new things to explore in our small living room.
Yesterday, she loaded an overnight bag, her brother, and some friends into her Toyota Camry and drove some 150 miles to go see her dad.
I'm sad at how empty the nest feels, and so thrilled and proud that she's learning to fly.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Only Shadow Knows...

Or, Last Friday’s Pizza Incident.

It was a warm and sunny, spring-like evening when the three teens at my house convinced me that ordering pizza would be a good idea. I conceded, only because I had coupons.

So, I ordered two pizzas—a veggie with sausage, and an olive and bell pepper—while Katie, Jesse, and Leathon went back to their adolescent endeavors in The Man Cave.

When the pizza guy pulled up, I was stricken by the sheer size of the vehicle. It was a jacked up Chevy Suburban. The kids, all recognizing the pizza guy as Shadow, a former school mate, came to the door and chatted with Shadow while I transacted cash and coupons for savory pizza pies.

They learned that he was now attending continuation school. And that the behemoth vehicle he was driving actually belonged to his dad. Something was amiss with his usual ride.

Somehow, in the course of the transaction, we wound up with the wrong pizzas. As soon as one of the boys opened the box, I was on the phone with the pizza company, asking them to phone Shadow and send him back to swap us for the correct pizzas.

The kids began cracking ‘stay in school’ jokes, noting that apparently continuation school does not give one “mad” pizza delivery skills.

Shadow showed back up some minutes later, and exchanged pizzas. The new ones were much closer to what we actually ordered, minus the sausage on the veggie, but at that point, I wasn’t going to complain. Especially when Jesse told me, “Mom, I took a bite out of one of those other pizzas.”

Yikes. I’m now wondering if the people who originally ordered the multi-meat marvels noticed. Or if we’ve been crossed off the good customer list at the pizza company.

Hmmmm… Probably only Shadow knows…

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Butt Dialing is Not for the Weak

So, we've all seen the T-Mobile commercial where the guy sitting on the couch moves his hind end just so, and the buttons on the phone in his pocket dial his girlfriend's phone.

Funny stuff. Funnier still when the call comes in to my desk, and its from a back pocket or a backpack or something at my daughter's school. I listened to five minutes of high school life between passing bells today.

I learned that **** and ***** are going out this weekend, and that ***** is mad because she never meant for the two of them to hook up in the first place when she introduced them.

I learned that no fewer than four people failed to do their homework for the class that was about to start, and that one female actually did her homework, but, "Ohmigawd it was SOOOO hard and it was almost impossible to get it done and still have time to finish uploading all the new iTunes before the prices go up," and then ***** called her and she so f***ing couldn't believe it because she's been wanting him to call for f***ing EV-ERRRRRRR.

And I learned that my daughter cracks good jokes.

All this was very intriguing, but sort of a strange way to peer into another's life as well.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

The Texters' Dilemma

I know that we live in a more tribal culture these days—sharing small, day-to-day details about our lives, via FaceBook, MySpace, Tweeter, texts, blogs, and so on. On some levels, I think it brings about a sense of connectedness that we wouldn’t otherwise have.

And there’s convenience. I thoroughly appreciate that I have the ability to text family members with quick messages. I don’t really need a whole phone conversation to say, “Don’t forget to take out the trash.”

This being said, there are some things that shouldn’t be shared via text. Sometimes it’s a case of just too much information. Sometimes, it’s a case of technology’s inability to replace a warranted face-to-face conversation. Below are some real life examples culled from my own experiences, and those of friends.

Things That Should Not Be Texted:

“No baby yet… just got an epidural.”

“I’m in the airport bathroom taking a dump. Gonna go now, it stinks in here.”

“My pants are wet. You know, THAT kinda wet. Gotta go.”

“It’s not you… it’s me… this just isn’t working out.”

“Will you marry me?”

“I’m with XXX in his car. I’ll call you when I get my pants back on.”

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Another Item to Talk About...

Yes, yes, I'll get to catching everyone up on the DC trip, but first...


A student at Foothill High School took his own life last Thursday. A former co-worker mentioned it to me, but had few details. I have been unable to confirm a name, therefore won't print it.


I know that it's standard newspaper policy not to report on suicides. I get the notion that we don't want to collectively glamorize such tragedies. However, I think this is growing to be something of an antiquated notion. Twenty years ago and more, when the media outlets were largely the only way we received news, this made sense.


But now, people-- kids especially-- are texting, phoning, tweetering, MySpacing, Facebooking, blogging, and otherwise discussing these current events when they happen. We owe it to ourselves, and especially our youth, to be having open dialogue about these tragedies when they occur.


By remaining silent, we are communicating to our teens that suicide is an acceptable solution to life's pressures and challenges. By remaining silent, we are quietly communicating that the emotional wreckage that suicide leaves behind for grieving families is okay.


These things are NOT OKAY.

Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem or challenge.


I urge readers to keep an eye on kids, neighbors, loved ones. Be a friend to others. Take action if you see someone in your sphere of influence exhibiting signs of depression or warning indications of suicide.

If you know the family who lost this child, find some kind way to show them that they are on your mind. Help affirm for them their child's life.

Monday, January 19, 2009

The Inaugural Kick-Off

Yesterday, the president-elect, his #2 guy, their families, and a whole host of enthusiastic artists welcomed legions of people to this week's inaugural events. Various outlets-- Salon.com, Washington Post, National Park Service-- put the number of people on the Washington Mall at between 400,000 and 800,000 souls. I tend to lean toward the higher number myself. To give yourself a mental picture, envision every person who lives in Sacramento squished into the 2 mile space between the Lincoln Memorial and the Capitol. This is a small snippet of what it looked like:





People began showing up at 8:00 a.m. for the 2:30 p.m. event. We got there around 11:00 or so. We had a lot of time to pass, so people took to their usual avocations in situations like this:

Katie just chillin'




Young people hacky sacking.

While we were waiting, we watched images from one of more than a dozen jumbo-tron screens, including video clips of Americans from everywhere talking about what America means to them, what change what means to them, and other vignettes of inspiration. The theme of the event was, "We Are One".

One of the things that struck me, was that there were several clips from Barack Obama, taped the day before from his whistle stop tour, where he was speaking directly to us at the Mall, encouraging us to be patient, that he would be there soon, and to stay warm. I was impressed by that.

I thought about what would have been on my mind that day if I were in his shoes—what I would be saying at the next stop, remembering that it was my wife’s birthday that day, checking after my two young children, getting briefings about events and issues, planning for Tuesday’s inaugural address, taking pains not to spill anything on myself, etc. And yet, he also remembered us, and that we would be waiting for him in the cold. He is about to be leader of the free world, and yet, we are on his mind. How refreshing!

As the Mall filled up, there were people crowded everywhere. If you look into the background of this picture, you will see people sitting on top of the porta-potties to get a direct view of the stage at the Lincoln Memorial. Not sure I would have made that trade-off. The jumbo-tron view-- without the porta-potty smell-- was fine by me!

The concert kicked off with Bruce Springsteen singing The Rising. Most everyone in the crowd was singing along.

The rest of the entertainment was woven together with other performers-- Stevie Wonder, Denzel Washington, Mary J. Blige, Steve Carrell, Jamie Foxx, Jon Bon Jovi, James Taylor, Jon Legend, John Mellencamp, Will.i.am, Sheryl Crow, Herbie Hancock, Garth Brooks, Tiger Woods, Shakira, Forest Whittaker, Tom Hanks, U2, Queen Latifah, and Pete Seeger.

I was impressed by how even the stars held fast to the common purpose Obama says binds us all. When some of the comedians came forward to address the crowd, many of us held our breaths, panicked that we might hear them cutting up during this auspicious event. And yet, Steve Carrell gave a rousing reading from the writings of Abraham Lincoln. For all that Steve Carrell might be, and for the narrow scope of ways in which we identify to him, he too, believes in the change that Obama is brining to our nation.

Another thing that struck me, is that as the event unfolded, the cameras would cut to the Obamas, and they were doing the same thing as the rest of us! When Stevie Wonder was singing, everyone around me was dancing and moving to the music, and so were the Obamas. It was another confirmation that they are us, and we are them. We are One.

Obama gave an amazing speech at the end of the event, encouraging us to take responsibility for ourselves, and one another, and to remain in unity as we all strive to make America the place that we know it can me.

As we were leaving, I saw a small act of that very sentiment in action. Both Katie and Jesse were shocked, and revolted as we went to leave, and we saw all the trash being left behind. Jesse said, "Mom, this is our national monument!"

Katie picked up a cardboard box that had been intended to be a trash receptacle, and had instead been used as a ground cover for seating on the dry grass.

Without saying a word, the kids began picking up trash in our area and assembling trash receptacles to remedy the problem. We cleaned up a wide area around where we had been sitting, and then headed out with the rest of the huge crowd.

It occurred to me, that the kids had just done the very thing that Obama is calling us to:

Be responsible for yourselves. Be responsible for others. Pitch in. Get the job done.

It really is that simple.

Today has been proclaimed as a national day of service. I hope all of you will find a way to do just that. It doesn't have to be a big deal. Call a friend and make sure they are doing okay. Pick up litter in your neighborhood. Make America the place we want it to be.

I'll post more pics soon. For now, we're off to take in more of the nation's capital.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

By Popular Demand...

Because so many of you have asked, below are pictures of the infamous bucks' heads... and of the boy in his sister's sweats until his pants show up!






And I can't tell you enough how chilly it is here! Everyone's bundled up... including our darling Katy...































It's a Quiet Buzz...

This is a picture of The Mall, facing the Washington Monument. There were just a few people out and about this afternoon, checking out the preparations for tomorrow's kick-off events. In asking locals, the consensus is that crowds are light today because of the near-record cold. Even the Smithsonians and other museums weren't carrying the usual traffic today. Tomorrow, and even more on Tuesday, the empty spaces below are expected to be filled with as many at 2 million people.







The picture below shows the US Capitol, where Obama's swearing in will occur. I heard today on the local news that those with tickets will be required to remain sitting in their seats. Those of us without tickets will be allowed to roam-- as much as a crowd of 2 million or more will allow-- and keep warm. Makes me glad that we didn't fully succeed in getting tickets!


I met a man from DC who is originally from Ethiopia. He cried as he told me how excited that Obama will be president next week. He explained how, even though he is not a US citizen, he knows that the US will be a place "that works for everyone who wants to work for it."
It's amazing, and humbling, to meet people who so revere the freedom most of us take for granted.
I am off for now to go eat the best seafood on the Altantic coast, maybe even the world.
More later!













Friday, January 16, 2009

The Grateful Pilgrimage

So, it's 7:30 p.m. Pacific time... the time to which my body is still pretty much ticking. It's 10:30 in Washington, DC, where Jon, Jesse, Katie and I have arrived today.

It's been an interesting, breathtaking, hilarious, day. It started at 1:30 a.m. this morning when I awoke to start all the morning rituals so that we could make our 3:00 shuttle to the airport in Sacramento. All was going perfectly well, until 2:12 a.m., when my son, uttering an expletive, informed me that he didn't have any pants.

No pants?

He insisted on wearing his pajamas to Sacramento, and apparently, despite the 'dry run' packing that we did on Saturday, and the much advertised and celebrated 'family laundry night' we had last Tuesday, somehow-- somehow-- the pants did not make it into his suitcase.

So, tomorrow, I will post pictures of him, on the plane, in his pajamas. Headed for 18-degree temperatures in our nation's capital.

Sarah, Jesse's beloved girlfriend, may have fully demonstrated her devotion to my son today when she texted Jesse to let him know that she was Fed Exing his pants to him here in Washington, DC. Arranging overnight delivery of one's britches is one of the highest forms of affection in my book!

While flying today, my excitement for our adventure grew. And so did my gratitude.

I realized, that we would not be on this amazing journey, and we would not be witnessing next week's history in the making as Barack Obama is sworn in as our president, were it not for YOU. All of you. Had we not collectively turned out in record numbers to have our voices heard in the November election; and had we all not pulled together, united in our hope for a better nation, my family and I would not be here this week sharing in this historic moment.

The air in Washington is buzzing. The taste of hope is tangible. It can be seen in taller countenances, warmer smiles, eyes twinking with hope. We are on the verge of a new tomorrow. We are on the verge of greater success in meeting those challenges that face our nation. We are united, stitched together in our hope that the coming year will bring with it the tools we need to positively alter the course of our future.

Almost as if Mother Nature wanted to gift us with a physical manifestation, the temperatures here are so frigid, it almost hurts to breathe. It made me realize that I have collectively been holding my breath for most of 2008-- hoping for a better economy, with more job security; hoping for an end to two mismanaged wars; hoping for the election to result in the emergence of a leader who will encourage and inspire us all to rise to our collective best as a nation.

Today, it was as if for the first time in a long, long time I've breathed that hope, even tasting its goodness.

Tomorrow, we will be taking in the sights-- visiting some of the Smithsonian exhibits, mapping our our spectator strategies for the coming week's events, and just enjoying one another's company, and the company of thousands of new friends who are here sharing in the celebrations at hand.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Mounting Obama Madness

So... in eleven days, we will have a new president. In six days, the Lewis/Baremore clan will begin its pilgrimage to the nation's capitol to witness the event. I am REALLY getting excited. In addition to the historic moment at hand, our niece, Jessica Lewis, will also be back there, as will some of Katie and Jesse's U-Prep classmates. And 2-5 MILLION potential new friends. Can't wait for the good times to start!


AND... we now have tickets to an Eddie from Ohio show out in Virginia somewhere on the 18th.


Sometimes, I am just overwhelmed at how great this life is.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

What's in a Serving Size?

Normally, I would just post this on my other blog site, but I have a few wisecracking things to say about this here, as well.

Yesterday, having achieved the feat of losing 25 pounds since the beginning of Thanksgiving, I was tempted by my son's package of Double Stuff Oreos sitting on the kitchen counter. While chatting with my son, I slid one out of the package, twisted it in half and ate the creamy middle, which is my favorite-- and even preferred-- part of the cookie. I handed Jesse the two chocolate ends, and reached for a second cookie. After eating the center, I decided a little chocolate couldn't hurt, so I stuffed one of the chocolate cookie ends into my mouth and began to chew.

While chewing down on the chocolatey crumbles in my mouth, I turned over the Oreo package to check out the nutritional information. My eyes went straight to the calories information, where I learned that a serving size of Oreos contains 160 calories. I was right in the middle of telling myself that I was surprised that Oreos were such a low-calorie snack when I noticed that a serving size of Oreos is TWO. Yep. TWO cookies. Who eats just TWO Oreos???

Well, for starters, that would now be ME. Yikes!

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

A Little Networking...

... some folks I know are looking for work.

If you know any positions that might be available for individuals with the following types of skill sets, drop me an email at susanne.lewis@yahoo.com.

Thanks!

An individual with field project management experience in logging, road building, water truck driving, heavy equipment operations, welding, mechanics, etc. Has experience with the propane business. Sales experience and moderate computer skills. A conscientious and hard worker.

An individual with office management, accounting technician, or other office-type skills. Bachelors degree. Organized and detail-oriented, moderate to high computer skills. Bilingual-- fluent in Spanish.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Body... Will... How 'Bout We Find Some Middle Ground Here??

I can remember the first time I fully realized that my body was not going to do what I wanted it to. It was February 1994. I was in Washington, DC, working for the week. The first two days were unremarkable. The usual 12-hour days were crammed with as many meetings as could be scheduled, the customary two-hour evening debriefing, and another two hours of laying out the following day's game plan.

At the end of the second night, I was really feeling awful. I had a fever. My chest hurt. My throat was sore, and my voice was gone. I muddled through two more days of such delirium. It wasn't until the end of the fourth day, when I passed up a trip to The Fish Market in Old Alexandria, that my colleagues began to realize that I really and truly wasn't feeling well. That was the only time I have ever passed up a chance to see that piano player and drink Fish Market Brew.

The next morning, at 4:00 a.m., as I stumbled into the bathroom, hacking, wheezing, and completely winded from the two-dozen steps from the other room, I realized that I may not make my appointed rounds the next day. I scrambled to put together the day's itinerary in something other than my own personal shorthand, and called my back-up to explain that I wasn't going to be leaving the hotel. When she came to my room after breakfast, her face was masked with a distinct cross between pity and horror, as if she had seen a dead person.

Every two hours or so that day, I attempted to crawl out of bed and meet up with my colleagues, thinking I could make at least some of the meetings and the press conference I had arranged for the late afternoon. Each time, I was met with the realization that the bathroom and the phone for room service was really the outer reaches of my kingdom for the time being.

Upon traveling home to northeastern California the next day, I stopped at a walk-in clinic in Reno, Nevada, to find out what the heck was wrong with me. Turns out I had bronchitis.

It's much the way I feel today. I have so much stuff to do-- stories to write, a trip to prepare for (12 days!!!!), and yet, all I can do is cough, choke, and blow my nose. I keep trying to bargain with my aching body, "I don't want to run a marathon here, but can't we at least be clear headed for a couple hours today??"

Apparently, the answer is a resounding NO.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

My New Year Started Yesterday...

Just like this, the dawning of my 40th birthday...

The sunrise, as taken at 50 mph on Buenaventura Boulevard, on my way to work, with my brand new hot pink Kodak SI xe 8.1 megapixel camera with the really cool carrying case. The camera, and a whole passel of tasty goodies were left on the seat of my car by my sweet husband, Jon.

My phone rang en route to work. I saw on the caller ID that it was my dad. I panicked. He never calls me before 8 a.m. Before I even answered the phone, I was already looking for a place to turn around, sure that I was going to be tending to some unexpected emergency. Turns out, he was just calling to wish me a happy birthday. I should probably just be a little more caffeinated before I start answering the phone.

I, and my co-worker Kevin, were surprised in the afternoon with cake, cards, and whatnot. Some of it was even Obama-related. And I helped Kevin determine definitively that 40 is, in fact, less than 52. We're all very clear on that now. :-)

In the afternoon, Jon, the kids, and I went to Casa Ramos for an early meal before we went to see Will Smith in Seven Pounds. Great movie!

Here's a little video clip from our dining adventure:

Yep, the camera also takes videos. The whole thing fits in the length of my small hand. Technology is amazing! Clearly, my skill at using it still needs some work.

After the movies, Katie-- er, I mean Katy, as she now prefers to be called-- gave me a soft, warm, lovely throw blanket that I may not remove myself from until springtime comes.

When I finally found my way home after dropping Katy off with her boyfriend, etc., I was seranaded by my son for my birthday, with a song he wrote just for his dear ol' mom:

I know the audio is bad, but the words go something like this:

Happy Birthday to you Mom

Happy Birthday Mom

Thanks for all that you've given me

like a roof overhead where the rent is free.

Thanks for loving me so unconditionally.

I cannot repay all that you've done for me.

Free admission is pretty hard to beat.

Yeah, you gave me life and food to eat,

and money to buy useless things.

So in return I wrote you this song,

just to let you know that you are the bomb.

Yes you are the bomb,

and I love you mom.

I don't think that life really gets any better than resting in the contentment that comes from being with loved ones.