Showing posts with label Wayne. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wayne. Show all posts

Sunday, June 13, 2010

A Little Bragging

Well, it's that time of year again. The kids win some major awards. Mom graduates again. You know the drill in this house. We're all just a bunch of overachievers.

Hayden
Hayden has become quite an impressive vocalist. We had no idea he had developed this talent until he came to us in the third grade and said, "I'm gonna be in the talent show!" "Oh, really? What's your talent?" "I'm going to sing." "Really? That'll be interesting." And then he belted out this country song (of all things... Let's just say that was totally his own doing) and sounded like a total pro! Since then, he has put a lot of blood, sweat, and tears in to honing his craft. We even had a lady in our ward who sings professionally for movies and T.V. approach us to see if we were interested in getting him active in Hollywood for voice-overs, etc.

But the biggest accomplishment to date was his participation in a scholarship program through the Kiwanis Club. Out of all the middle schoolers in all the choirs in all the schools, he placed fifth in the district. It was one of those moments that had me so engrossed, I completely forgot to press record on the camera. The payoff was that I was so enraptured, I was brought to tears by his surprisingly mature voice, but I didn't get to show the world this amazing performance. So during the Spring concert, I made sure I got his solo performance from the "Newsies" medley. He's the little guy with the microphone that disappears as soon as everybody else stands up.


Nathan
Nathan has been in one of the best high school music programs on the planet, in my humble opinion. At his Spring pops concert, the various orchestras played the scores from movies like Harry Potter, Spiderman, Avatar, and Star Wars. We even got visited by Darth Vader and his Imperial Storm Trooper guards. It was awesome! Every one of the upper level orchestras could play professionally. We are sad that Nathan will not have a chance to build on that experience in public school any more. If we could commute him to SAMOHI just for the music program after we move, it would almost be worth it. I don't think there are any orchestra programs at the schools in Santa Rosa. We'll have to look privately if he is to continue fostering this growing talent.

At the last performance, the teachers honored two or three members from each of the orchestra groups. As they announced the winner for the Strings Orchestra (the beginning level group that Nathan is in), the teacher said, "This violinist is such a hard worker. He's the first to open his violin case when he gets to class. He practices at school, at home, everywhere!" And Wayne and I both silently thought to ourselves, "Well, it can't be Nathan." "...And the recipient for outstanding musician is Nathaniel Van Cleave." *applause, applause* ...and then Wayne, in his astonishment shouts an audible, "WHAT?!?" Yeah. We're such good parents. We totally believe in our kids' abilities.

Shana
And as for me, I had a fake graduation last week. It was all the pomp and circumstance of a real graduation, but the kicker here was that I had to go back to work the next day. When I opened my "diploma," it was blank inside. They're holding it ransom for another month and a half of work to ensure that the patients don't suffer while we go through the transition to the incoming class. But it was lots of fun to see all the family and enjoy their amazing support. My mom was crying like she did at my wedding, she was so proud. Chad was cheering so loud, I was considered the most popular graduate by my peers. (People thought I had brought an entire entourage, and 14 spectators was kind of a lot... But really, it was just that Chad is VERY loud! It was hilarious and absolutely made my day.)

Then we went to the Cheesecake Factory to be gluttons. And that was where I got teared up as I looked around the table at my dearest supporters: Wayne, who essentially gave up his career for the advancement of mine, Nathan, who has shared his birthday weekend with me every two or three years as I hog the glory for yet another commencement, and Hayden, who has no memory of his Mom outside of her studies. I recalled going in to a counselor at Palomar College as I approached the time to transfer to a four year university. As she looked at my GPA, she said, "So where do you want to go? Harvard? Stanford? You could pretty much have your pick." When I told her I had a family to consider and was hoping to go on to pediatric dentistry, she changed her tune. "Well, with a family, you can't do that! That's, like, another 10 years of school." But I knew with my cheering section, I could. AND I did it in, like, another 8 years of school. So take that, Mrs. Naysayer Palomar College Counselor Woman. *insert raspberry noise here* So, thanks to these folks (picture below) and a host of other wonderful supporters, I am nearing the end of a decade of higher education.
Woo Hoo!!!


Wayne
While he doesn't get his own graduation or awards ceremony, his biggest achievement is surviving his overachieving family and making all of this possible. I joke and say he is the wind beneath my wings (because he absolutely despises that song), but it's true. I couldn't have done any of this without you. Well, maybe I could have, but my kids would be juvenile delinquents by now. Thank you for keeping them out of jail, kicking their butts when they needed it, and kissing their boo-boos (in a very manly way, of course) when I couldn't. You have spent most of this past decade doing my favorite job, and you've done wonderfully. Our boys are very lucky that they got the chance to be brought up by a very devoted Dad during their formative years. I love you so much, Baby!

Friday, May 28, 2010

Wooing Wayne

I surprised Wayne with a picnic to the Santa Monica pier a couple of days ago. He seemed a bit shocked when I told him my plan was to woo him. As we headed out to begin our beautiful day in the sun, he asked, "What inspired you?" The answer took him by surprise...

I had just been on a website listing some of the most novel approaches to popping the question. One dude tattooed "Will you marry me?" on his bicep. She responded, "Of course" in ink, just below his original query. (Good thing the answer was yes. Imagine the embarrassment if she had dissed him!) Another guy had a choreographed dance routine, with hundreds of participants, arranged in a busy New York park, while he proposed to the lovely bride-to-be from the center of the plaza/dance floor.

But my favorite was a candlelight proposal on the beach.

You see, Romeo had prepared an elegant picnic for his future fiance, to be enjoyed under the light of the moon. He had also set about a arrangement of votive candles, artfully displayed in the sand in the shape of an enormous heart.

Awwwww. So sweet.

What he didn't know was: that night the dunes would come alive with thousands of hatching, endangered, baby sea turtles. The little critters popped out of their leathery little shells, the wonder of new life in their newborn eyes... squinting to make out the reflection of the big full moon off the nearby lapping waves. The lunar marker would lead them directly towards the sea--their ultimate destination to begin the wondrous circle of life that was key to their species' survival.

So they instinctively followed the brightest glare on the horizon. Surely their inbred sensibilities could never lead them astray. But alas, thousands of baby sea turtles had never been equipped to handle the Darwinian dastardly deeds of Romeo and his candle display. Emerging from their protective eggs, they stumbled steadily, innocently, towards the blazing inferno of love, away from the safety of the ocean's welcome waves.

And lurking in the shadows of the fiery flames, an onslaught of voracious crabs lay in wait for the unsuspecting newborns: carnivorous, claw-wielding, and hungry. One by one, the baby sea turtles and their hopeful futures were snatched and devoured by the feasting crustaceans... effectively obliterating an entire generation of this protected, endangered species. Only one survived the sea turtle holocaust, only to perish days later.

So I figured, if Romeo can unwittingly obliterate an entire generation of reptiles in the name of love, why can't I pack up a nice picnic for my sweetheart?


The End.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

On Being "Normal"


Wayne has always told me he is glad I am not a "normal" girl. By that I think he means my interests extend beyond the latest hair, fashion, and makeup trends; he has always praised me for not getting lost in soap operas and shows like "The Bachelor." I guess he somehow got the misguided notion that normalcy does not coexist with good fashion sense and fairy tale romance.

But I know a lot of really cool women who are really in to these types of shows and they are pretty dang normal. So who's to judge? Maybe I'm missing out?

I was on Facebook around the time "The Bachelor" premiered this season, and there was one of my dental school friends posting on his page that his wife was forcing him to watch as payback for making her watch "Mythbusters" with him the night previous. So, to pass the time more enjoyably, he and his buddies were posting a play by play on his wall, complete with color commentary a la Dudeness. And it was freakin' hilarious. I thought, "No WAY it could be this cheesy! ...Really? They are actually playing 'On the Wings of Love' by Billy Ocean?!? ...And the guy is striking a Top Gun pose on his motorcycle? What am I missing out on?"

So I tuned in. And I did so at great expense, because while I would have much to chat about with my girlfriends who were regular viewers, I had lost the respect of the man I married. You should have heard his absolutely HORRIFIED reaction when he found out: "NOOOOOO! I can't believe you're watching that crap! How could you betray me like this? My image of you is shattered!" Shana, what would Jack Bauer say?"

Wayne should know better than to use tactics like this on me. I'm a Scorpio with a Taurus moon sign... hence, I'm stubborn like a bull and like to pop you with my stinger. So I totally dug in my heels... and watched every single episode to spite him.

But he was right. Shhhh. Don't tell him.
Can I make that typeset any smaller?

Oh, my gosh! That was such a load of CA-RAP!!! How desperate do you have to be to subject yourself to such humiliation and become one of these women vying for the affection of one (albeit superstudly looking) dude? I mean, I get that you have recently acquired a marvelous set of silicone ta-tas and need to find the perfect venue to wear low cut dresses to show them off... But COME ON, girls!!! The guy is sucking face with every girl on the show? Doesn't the prospect of communicable diseases cross your mind every time he macks on you? Aren't you afraid of lip V.D.?

And why, if you end up being the girl that almost wins his heart, but loses to the other skank with no self respect, would you go on a reunion show and listen to the show's host say things like, "So, your heart got totally stomped on that day. How did that make you feel?" "Uuuum. LIKE TOTAL CRAP, YOU JERK! What do you think?" "Gee , why don't we watch the clip that made you feel like jumping out of your hotel window." "Sure, Buddy. That would be awesome. But don't mind me while the clip is playing and you are panning on my face while the audience watches for my pained reaction... I'm just going to ingest this bottle of pills. Please don't try to pump my stomach."

Or even better, if you end up being THE girl--the one who has won the heart of Superstud--you have to watch the entire season of him explaining how he adores all these other women, and then watch him make out with them... Over and over and over again. If that doesn't put you directly into marital counseling, then I don't know what will.

So I guess I'm not normal after all. I HATE this crap. Give me a terrorist threat and Jack Bauer's penchant for ridding the world of Nu-cu-lar weapons any day. 'Cause watching that herd of stupid women almost made me want to blow some stuff up, myself.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

A Fitting Celebration to Mark the End of Thirty-Something

Tickets to see John Williams conduct the L.A. Philharmonic at the Hollywood Bowl: $19

One of my favorite parts of the night: Superman Theme Song while the dome gets lit up like the Hall of Justice. AWESOME!!!


There's our good buddy John, and the lady in the black dress is Lynn Redgrave. This was the Harry Potter section.

Yoda Birthday Badge: $3


Birthday Cake with Darth Vader Candle: $18



Novelty Light Sabers: $3



Shuttle Ride from Westwood to Hollywood: $8


Watching grown men and women relive their childhood fantasies:

PRICELESS!



Happy Birthday, Wayno!

I hope this made your 1st annual 39th birthday a memorable one!
Love you!

~~~~~
Other wonderful memories to add to the night:
  • Sitting in the R2 section
  • Lynn Redgrave narrating Harry Potter
  • "Not only am I a pack mule, but I double as a napkin!"
  • "There are brownies in my cleavage."
  • Cold, grouchy little-old-ladies worried about their hair-dos on the bus
  • Heading down the hill behind fully loaded Depends undergarments
  • Trying to figure out the time signature(s) on "The Knight Bus"
  • The tuneless wonder-drunk and her lovely rendition of "As Time Goes By"

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

As the Summer Fades

So now that my tan is fading (can you really call it a tan if it started out as a crispy fried red burn and then faded to something with some vague semblance of tan lines?), I figure I should wade through all the pictures I been accumulating on my camera card over the summer. Here's what we've been up to lately...

There have been lots of parties...
This is what all the kids are wearing these days...
At least that's what Nathan tells me.


Hayden helped vanquish the "Swine Flu" pig-shaped pinata.

At Wayne's cousin Hayley's wedding.

And reunions...
An impromptu 19 year cheerleader reunion in Manhattan Beach.

Dad came down to the annual UCLA Pedo Alumni Day.
After battling parallel universe Ruby's Diners, we finally met up with Amy, Jeff and Caleb for a fun dinner in Orange County.


And sendoffs...
My baby brother Scott shipped out to Iraq for his first tour in the Marines.
We miss you!


Family Love Fests...
The boys at a resident picnic in Mar Vista park. They couldn't contain the love!

Bergers are in the HOUSE!


Maiko and Scott Brower (showing his good side),
and my Sisters Remy and Amy, plus a sulking Caleb.


Jeanette and Jan... Always making me see double.

My beautiful niece Ellie at Hayley's wedding.


And Family brawls...
A fictitious, but very plausible explanation for Brower's mangled face
(which he scraped up the night before by missing a step.)


Work...


It has been Hayden's duty to do the dishes every night this summer.
This is how he stays motivated.


How I spend most of my days, whether the weather is nice or not.

Play...
The pool in Santa Rosa...I took about 60 pictures,
and believe it or not THIS is the most normal looking one!


Scofield lake. That's Wayne on the right. Hee hee hee!

Baseball on the beach in Malibu.

Speed wobbles in Huntington Beach with Caleb and Jeff.

Relaxation...
Chillaxin' in Manhattan.



And being ridiculously good looking.




Summer 2009 was a great one!
Now go back to school, kids!!!

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Since Wayne Never Went to Prom


...I thought we could recreate the experience.

Only a few differences that I noticed...
  1. My date showed up on time. Not like the time for Junior Prom when my date gouged his hand on the Saran Wrap cutter and had to stop the bleeding before putting on his rented tux and then made us late so we couldn't go play putt-putt golf with all of our friends in our finery and then barely made our dinner reservations and sat by the entrance to the kitchen while the flippy door with the window slammed next to our table nonstop. Yah. That was a hoot.
  2. No corsages or boutonnieres.
  3. Wayne didn't pick me up in a borrowed Toyota Selica with a steering wheel made of shiny chrome chains... Cuz that was better than my date's car, sadly.
  4. I didn't spend hours in the beauty salon with all my girlfriends and didn't put any decal rhinestones on my fingernails.
  5. No rhinestones. Period.
  6. Probably most notably... Our son was taking the pictures... and he'll be going to prom in less than three years!
U R a QT. Luv U 4-ever!


Just for fun, here's a picture of the bleeder. And BTW, I was upset at the hairstylist for not making my bangs poufy enough. And as another side note, I made my dress so that I could learn how to sew. Stunning taffeta, eh?

Friday, May 29, 2009

Did You Ever Think...?

Did you ever think we'd love eachother more now than on that day?



Did you ever think after sixteen years I'd still think you were hot stuff, even without the Morrisey hair?


Did you ever think we'd have been through so much and still want to spend eternity together?


Did you ever think the inside jokes and silly little secrets that we shared sixteen years ago would still be going on?


Did you ever think that mischievous smile would still make me melt?


Did you ever think we would still know how to cut loose...even during those times when we ought to be serious?

When you said "I will" sixteen years ago, did you ever think we would have made it through:
  • Seven jobs
  • Eight moves
  • Nine moving vans
  • Five vehicles
  • One vehicle fire
  • One vehicular vandalism
  • One lawsuit
  • The birth of two children
  • Hospitalization of one of those children
  • Diagnoses of many growth maladies and daily shots in the other
  • One appendectomy
  • About 150 weeks of PMS
  • One parent dying
  • Another parent surviving cancer and going through divorce
  • The marriages of three little sisters and one mother
  • The births of two nephews, ten nieces, and the death of one
  • Both kids completing elementary school, one completing Jr. High
  • Two bachelor's degrees
  • Three graduate degrees (one pending)
  • The MSAT, CBEST, DAT, NDBE parts 1 and 2, and the WREB
  • Ownership of nearly 50 computers
  • One private investigator hunting you down from 1989
  • Three sets of hearing aids
  • At least 6754 arguments about the volume on the stereo/T.V.
  • A bout with a marital counselor
  • Three different callings within the bishopric
  • One comedic house plant named "Shwing" and its ultimate demise

Did you ever think one awkward dance in the single's ward and one salty attempt at meatloaf would have led to this?


Happy 16th Anniversary, Wayno!

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Poor Little Bunny

My Valentine's Day was spent like this...

Please get better soon, Honey. It's so sad to see you like this.

Plus, I'm tired of all of the snot.

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