Radijazz Pictures

I Thought We Were Past This Stage!

This is what happens when momma spends 15 minutes on the phone with a friend, neglecting her poor lonely child.

I snapped these pictures just minutes after getting off the phone with an incompetant dental assistant, and needless to say, I was NOT in a good mood. I was looking for Alex to round him up so we could go to Radijazz. We were already running late. I didn't find him in the TP'd bathroom, so I went upstairs to find picture #1. We used the rice in a lesson earlier that morning, and apparently Alex really enjoyed himself. I found him in his mess, and I was not happy. I was doing they typical reprimanding when I went to put his socks on. (The innocent socks lying on the floor in the first picture) I picked them up not realizing that I had just activated a booby trap. Alex had filled his socks with rice. Lovely. At this point, I could no longer scold him, my brain was on overload, so I broke down in to laughter. I think laughter for a mommy can be compared to passing out. It's the minds way of protecting itself from things it doesn't need to experience. So I'm laughing, while Alex is looking up at me with complete confusion. When he realizes it's safe, he follows suite and while pointing at me, nervously laughs out"Haha, you're laughing, you're laughing, that means you're not mad anymore, Huh Huh, huh huh". My poor son.

Alex-isms

I've decided that my memory is far to unreliable to remember all that I need it to, so this will be my spot to jot down all those precious Alex-isms that make us laugh each day.

Gui-ana - any of various large herbivorous typically dark-colored tropical American lizards aka: Iguana
Ex: "Momma, where is my guiana that Koltin gave me?"
Sadly enough, this is one of those words that my poor son will say incorrectly until he goes to school and the teacher corrects him. And on that day, I will cry. There are very few of these words, but the ones we have are way to precious to give up this early. :)

Aga-Cadabra - a magical charm or incantation
aka: Abracadabra
Ex: Alex asks momma for a cookie. Mom: "What's the magic word?" Alex: "Aga-Cadabra!"

Updated January 3, 2006:

Breath-ust - the first meal of the day, otherwise known as Breakfast.

Buh-zan-ya - Layered italian dish consisting of cheeses, flat noodles and tomato sauce otherwise known as Lasagna.

Buh-sketti - another italian dish consisting of sauce and noodles, aka: Spagetti
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Botched Pet names

Hemry - The name of our second pet Guinea Pig.
aka: HeNry

Tachi - The name of our kitty who owns the upper half of our home. This name morphed from Chachi to Tachi and sometimes chach...I have no idea how this happened.
aka: Chelsea

Fumbuhwina - Our pet rat.
aka: Thumbelina

Is it REALLY over?

Please say it's not over, please tell me that last nights episode of Six Feet Under really isn't the LAST LAST episode. No producer REALLY means it the first time they say it's over, right? Friends and The Sopranos didn't leave us. Can't it just be like another one of those painfully funny scenes where Ruth comes close to killing George, or Brenda performs acts of incest, and we all wake up and everything is fine? Nate dying was enough, now we have to say goodbye to them all? I don't wanna.


Six Feet Under Obituaries-
Copied from www.hbo.com

Ruth O'Connor Fisher
Ruth Fisher was born in Pasadena in 1946 and died at Good Samaritan Hospital of Glendale on Wednesday. She graduated from Pasadena High School in 1963 and stayed home to raise three children before opening the Four Paws Pet Retreat in Topanga Canyon twenty years ago. She is survived by her loving companion George Sibley, her sister Sarah O'Connor, her son David Fisher of Los Angeles and her daughter Claire Fisher of New York City. Ruth will also be missed by her four cherished grandchildren - Maya Fisher, Willa Chenowith, and Anthony and Durrell Charles-Fisher. Viewing will be held on Saturday, March 15th at 2 p.m. at Fisher & Sons Funeral Home at 2302 W. 25th Street in Los Angeles. Private burial to follow.

Keith Dwayne Charles
Keith Charles, founder of Charles Security Company, was born in 1968 in San Diego. He died suddenly at work on Tuesday morning. Keith attended West Point Military Academy, graduating with a degree in Criminology in 1989. He served the city of Los Angeles as a member of the LAPD for nine years before joining the security industry. He leaves behind his devoted husband David Fisher and loving sons Durrell and Anthony Charles-Fisher, his grandson Matthew, his sister Karla Charles and his niece Taylor Benoit of Carlsbad. Keith is pre-deceased by his parents Roderick and Lucille Charles of San Diego. Memorial service will be held on Sunday, February 18th at 2 p.m. at Fisher & Sons Funeral Home at 2302 W. 25th Street in Los Angeles.

David James Fisher
Born January 20, 1969. Died at the age of 75 in Echo Park. He was proud owner and operator of Fisher & Sons Funeral Home of Los Angeles for over forty years. After retiring in 2034, he went on to perform in dozens of local theater productions, including Weill and Brecht's "Threepenny Opera," Rossini's "The Barber of Seville," and as Ebenezer Scrooge in Dickens' "A Christmas Carol." David leaves behind his partner Raoul Martinez, his beloved sons Durrell and Anthony Charles-Fisher, his sister Claire Fisher and his three precious grandchildren Matthew, Keith, and Katie. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Southern California Opera Association

Hector Federico Diaz
Died at the age of 75 while vacationing with his wife in Puerto Rico. Federico graduated from Cyprus College in 1997 with a degree in Mortuary Science. He worked as a restorative artist for several years before becoming part owner of Fisher & Diaz Funeral Home on 25th Street. In 2005, Federico opened the Diaz Family Mortuary on DeLongpre Avenue in Hollywood, where he served the community for 35 years before retiring. Pre-deceased by his parents Mauricio and Lilia Diaz of Los Angeles. He was married to his beloved wife Vanessa for 54 years and leaves behind his cherished sons Julio and Augusto and his three grandchildren: Emily, Celestina and Vincent. Memorial service will be held at Diaz Family Mortuary on Saturday, February 16th at 11:00 a.m. Funeral mass will be held at 9:30 a.m. the following day at St. Paul's Catholic Church in Atwater Village.

Brenda Chenowith
Brenda Chenowith was born July 19, 1969 and died at the age of 82 at home. She earned her Masters Degree in Social Work at California State University of Los Angeles and a PhD in Theories of Human Behavior at University of Southern California. Brenda wrote several books about the role of the gifted child in family development. She is considered to be one of the most distinguished scholars in that field of study, adding several courses to the Social Work curriculum at USC. She developed research methodologies to conclusively prove the link between deviant human behavior and fetal alcohol exposure. As a child, Brenda was the subject of the book "Charlotte Light and Dark" by Gareth Feinberg, PhD. Brenda will be dearly missed by her beloved children Maya Fisher, Willa Chenowith, and Forrest Nathanson, her loving husband Daniel Nathanson, and her brother William Chenowith of Malibu. Private services will be held Wednesday March 9th at Deep Creek Nature Preserve. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to a charity of your choice.

Claire Simone Fisher
1983 - 2085Born March 13, 1983. Died February 11, 2085 in Manhattan. Claire grew up in Los Angeles and studied art at LAC-Arts College. She worked as an advertising and fashion photographer and photojournalist for nearly fifty years, creating several memorable covers for Washington Post magazine, W, and The Face. Claire often exhibited her work in New York and London art galleries and in a time when nearly everyone else in her field had turned to digital scanning and computer-driven imaging, she continued to use a silver-based photographic process. Claire began teaching photography as a faculty member at New York University's Tisch School of the Arts in 2018, earning tenure in 2028. She's pre-deceased by her beloved husband Ted Fairwell.

Call From The Teacher

It's the third day of school, the phone rings, it's your childs 4th grade teacher calling to inform you of an "incident" that happened with your oh-so-sweet 8 year old. I have to admit, when Ashley's teacher announced who she was my heart began to pound, despite knowing that my Ashley could never do harm, ESPECIALLY on the third day of school. Well, I was right, my Ashley did no REAL harm, per se. This year Ashley has the "privelage" of being outside in the portables with all the other 4th graders. Oh wait, I'm not supposed to use the term "portable", I'm supposed to say "cottage". Kind of like repacing "mobil home" with manufactured home dontcha know. ;) Same thing, different word, whatever. Anywho, my point is, the kids are using new bathrooms this year, and apparently, my Ashley hasn't quite figured out that the girls bathrooms are on the opposite side of the hall from last year. She walked in on two of her classmates using the urinals. :( Poor thing, I can't even begin to imagine the horror of being a 4th grader having to back to class with these boys. Thankfully, after quizzing her, I discovered that no boy parts were revealed during the mishap. Apparently, Ash was pretty distressed over the incident and had a hard time getting over it in class. Mrs. Ellsworth said she just looked so sad. My poor baby. I hate not being able to fix this. We decided that instead of being upset about it, we were going to laugh, and that's what we did. I reminded her of how funny this will be to look back on, she reluctantly agreed and laughed along with me.

It reminds of the time back in 3rd grade when Ryan Stephenson barfed on my shoe. I was sooo embarassed, I thought the world was coming to an end and no one would ever like me again. Ok, so only a little bit got on my shoe, but what's the difference. ;)

Jamie is

Jamie, Jamie, Jamie, lets see...I have to dig waaay down deep to get creative these days, unless you're asking me to find a solution to a carpool dilema, or how to get dried oatmeal (aka: cement) off the kitchen light fixture . The definition of Jamie these days is momma. And when the voices stop, I'm sometimes referred to as "hot" momma, but those are moments are few and far between. Despite the teetering negativity in the preceeding statements, I'm actually a very happy wife and mom to my two darling children. Ashley, my sweet natured, over achieving adult pleaser is in the 4th grade and will be turning 9 next week, and Alex, my rip roarin', hell raisin' love bug is 3.75 and enjoying every minute of his raging toddler-hood. I'm a stay at home mom, and love my job dearly. I just started homeschooling my preschooler, and counting down the time I have left at home with him. (I mean that in only a good way) I only have 2 precious years left and I'm dreading the day I hand him over to Kindergarten and slowly begin the act of corrupting his precious mind. ;)
My husband, Mark is the love of my life, and the person I look up to more than anyone in my life. We've been married almost 6 years now, and just this year, he adopted our daughter, Ashley, with whom he's been daddy to since she was just 2 years old. He has completed my life in so many, many ways, I could never express how special he is to me.