Wednesday, May 27, 2009

A Really Dumb Move

So last week was eventful. We were all sick and very tired, and just generally sick and tired. Bad moods all around. Lots of unsolicited grumpiness. Not a good week for the Epp household.

One night I was trying to get some dinner together. I don't, as a rule, enjoy cooking... and I especially don't enjoy it when I'm sick. On the menu that night was a stirfry (very common in our house), and I wanted to get the rice started. I got the big huge bag of rice down from the cupboard, placed it on the stove, scooped out the rice, put it in the pot. Then, while I was adding water to the pot, I turned on the element. I was impatient. Thought I'd get it heating up.

Perhaps my more intelligent readers are already anticipating what happened next. :)

I finished putting water in the pot and went to place said pot on stove. Suddenly, I realized, "oh no! I turned on the wrong element! I didn't turn on the back one... I turned on the front one... the one that the bag of rice is sitting on!!!

Quick action was required. I turned off the element, and without giving it a second thought, snatched up the big huge bag of rice, when......


Our ENTIRE floor was covered in thousands of grains of uncooked rice. Of course. The plastic had melted onto the element, opening the bag. It was really a lose-lose situation.

"AAAAAAAAHHHH," I screamed. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Kaiya screamed. (I had temporarily forgotten that I have a small daughter.) I quickly picked up Kaiya, covered her with kisses, and used a very calming, reassuring voice to console her.
All the while not moving an inch. You see, we were trapped. Trapped by an endless sea of rice. (And did I mention we were all barefoot? Sticky feet and uncooked rice do not make a good match.)

But never fear, super dad was here. Jeff, fresh out of the shower, came bolting down the stairs, sure that a major catastrophe had occurred, and both wife and daughter were in need of serious rescuing. I am sure he would not want me to tell you what he was (not) wearing, but it was all an amusing sight. As soon as he saw us, he stopped dead in his tracks. "What the....???!!!"

And thus ensued about 20 minutes of sweeping and vacuuming to clean up the mess. The rice was everywhere. The stove borders on the living room, so a large part of the mess spilled into there. It was under the sofa, coffee table, kitchen table, behind the stove, inside the elements. Quite the mess. The funniest part was trying to keep Kaiya away from the cleaning process. She really likes "cleaning" lately, and we finally gave up and just let her "help." How could we resist? She had grabbed herself a cloth and was all ready to pitch in.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Life is Too Short Not to Dance

I've been meaning to write for a long time. Life's been hectic. Very busy. The new term has really been swallowing up all my after-Kaiya-is-in-bed time, and then it doesn't help that we were ALL sick last week. The exhaustion is still lingering. That being said, I'm finally posting, but don't expect too much inspiration tonight. I'm just letting you all know we're still very much alive!

So today I was bound and determined to get to the Folk Arts Festival. I'm an ESL teacher, for goodness sake. All this multicultural stuff is right up my alley. And before today, believe it or not, we had never been!!! (shhhh...don't tell anyone)...

We got to Montebello Park some time after 4:30pm, went to meet the ponies, took a look around at the vendors, bought some international food, and plunked ourselves down at a picnic table. We had been looking forward to some good entertainment, but it appears our timing was unfortunate. Just as we were settling down for some dinner, a very boring CHOIR took to the stage. A CHOIR, for goodness sake! Apparently they fit the bill because they sang in 9 different languages. We, however, remained unimpressed.

At 6, the choir finally finished, and I told Jeff, "Let's wait for the next act. If they suck, we'll leave."

They didn't suck.

The next 45 minutes were absolute heaven for me. A drumming group took to the stage. They were amazing. I immediately told Jeff, "okay, let's get closer. I need to dance." And I picked up Kaiya and we danced. She loved it. We just bounced around for the whole set. It's like God saw me, in my semi-exhausted and mentally-drained state and said, "Hmmmm.... I know exactly what she needs."

I have to say, the older I get, the less self-conscious I am about self-expression. Just let it out. Be yourself. Who cares what everyone else thinks. I'm always most inspired when I see someone just letting go, free to be themselves. I envy that kind of freedom. But today it was mine. Just me and Kaiya and the music. It was so good. There is nothing I enjoy more than drums and dance. For me, heaven will be a glorious blending of all the cultures around the world. We'll all speak each other's languages, eat each other's food, share each other's beauty, and dance. Endlessly dance. I may sound cheesy, but I'm not kidding. That really would be heaven for me. Oh, and I'd belong to a fabulous taiko group like Yakudo.

So tonight, through some Internet searching, I found some info on the Muhtadi International Drumming Festival. It's on June 6th in Toronto. Thirty different drumming groups. You better believe I'll be dancing. Anyone want to come?? We'd love some company.

Here are some highlights from the day:

Did I mention Kaiya did NOT like the ponies? :)

Just hanging out, eating food and trying to enjoy the choir...

Lately Kaiya has taken to sitting on my lap a lot. It's the cutest thing. She'll be a few feet away, and she just starts backing up till she gets to my lap. I always make the sound effects: "beep, beep, beep," like a truck backing up. My goal is to get her doing the same thing! I hope she always knows that mom's lap is there for her.

And here we are, mid-dance.

(Oh, and sorry if the captions and pictures are not aligned. We're using Firefox now, but I know most of you view through Explorer. Sorry!)