Equal Time for Ama (aka Adam)

This is a 30 second video of Ama (aka Adam). His big sister nicknamed him Ama, and we have all adopted it as his nickname. Normally he smiles giant open mouthed smiles, and grins and coos when you talk to him, but like his sister, when I get the camera out, he’s like the Looney Tunes Frog in the Box (you remember that one). He just acts like he has nothing to say. :) Enjoy his sweet little face.

Me and Ama 8-21-09

Me and Ama 8-21-09

Sweet Customer Service

One of Sweet 220's sweet cakes!

One of Sweet 220's sweet cakes!

This is what good customer service looks like:

While you are enjoying what it looks like, let me  tell you what it tastes like: Three espresso soaked layers of moist, barely sweet, melt-in-your-mouth cake alternating with a rich creamy filling, topped with a single dark chocolate dipped, sugar-encrusted lady finger and the tiniest sprinkling of coconut shavings. Rich, decadent, luxurious.

I wandered into Sweet 220, a pastry and specialty cake shop in Downtown Northville, as a pure spectator. I’m doing research for a writing job. (I know, I’m lucky. It’s a great job.) Dahlia, one of the owners, greeted me, and even though I was just looking, she engaged me in pleasant conversation and made me feel like a welcome guest.

Dalia and her husband Hass, opened Sweet 220, on Main Street in the Northville Square  just two weeks ago, but it felt like old home week when I walked in the door this afternoon. She was friendly telling me about her and her husband’s passion for doing beautiful cakes in honor of their customer’s celebrations.

“We have been to bakeries ourselves in the past to order cakes, and the person behind the counter barely spoke to us,” she said.

Hass was a pastry chef at a 5-diamond resort in Scotsdale, Arizona before he and Dahlia decided to return to Michigan to be closer to family. “It wasn’t a good time to try and find a job here,” she said, “So we decided to open our own shop.”

They seem like the type of people you would trust with something as important as your wedding cake. You can tell it’s personal to them.

She and Hass, spent several minutes talking to me and showing off photos of their beautiful (and no doubt tasty) wedding and birthday cakes. Like any good hostess, she wouldn’t let me leave without at least tasting something. She scanned the cases, looking at me and back at the cases, like a shop girl selecting the perfect accessory to match your sweater.

She reached in and then handed me the Tiramisu. Mmmmmm. It was the best I have eaten and I am happy to say I will be going back there again soon to try more of their tempting offerings.

Sweet 220 is located at 133 W. Main Street, Suite 220, Northville MI 48167

Fun with Auntie Sherrie

Andrew & Sydney

Andrew & Sydney

On July 28, 2005, my nephew Andrew was the first baby born into our family in 15 years. For about two years it was just him, and I babysat him often. He was actually my favorite date at the time, more fun than most of the grown-up men that I went out with. We had lots of fun times! Then, two years later, in quick succession, came Alanah, Sydney & Adam.  And of course, Mike and I started dating, then, too. This meant that my date nights with Andrew have been precious few since then and sadly, I have never had a date night with Sydney. Until this past Friday!

One of the great perks of leaving my job is that much more of my time is my own. So, when Randy called to ask me to sit while he and Michelle went to a golf outing I was delighted. During the handoff, Randy left me $20 for pizza or McDonald’s or whatever. I decided to take Andrew and Sydney on their first visit to Chuck E. Cheese!

I Told You

First, we decided to go for a walk around the block. As I tried to unfold the stroller in the garage, Andrew said, “That stroller is only for one person” I was sure the one in my hand would hold two children, and told him so. When I finally got it open I was disappointed. “This is not a double stroller,” I said, frustrated.

“I told you,” he said.

Paula & Scott’s House

Andrew asked repeatedly if we could go visit the neighbors, Paula & Scott. Since I have only met them a few times, I didn’t really feel comfortable going over to visit. “But why can’t we go to Paula  & Scott’s house?” he asked.

“Because, I don’t feel like visiting,” I said.

“But why don’t you feel like visiting?” he asked.

“I feel like going for a walk instead,” I answered.

“But why do you want to go for a walk instead?” he asked.

With no double stroller, I loaded him and Sydney into the wagon, and started walking around the block. As we came around by Paul & Scott’s house, we saw Paula outside with a little girl, Sydney’s age playing in the sprinkler. Andrew said, “Can I play in the sprinkler?”

“No, not right now. You are all dressed and have your shoes on.” I said.

“But why can’t I go in with my shoes on?” he asked.

“I don’t want your shoes to get all wet,” I said.

“Why you don’t want me to get my shoes all wet?” he asked.

Finally, I just let him take his shoes off and go in the sprinkler fully clothed. I stood talking to Paula, and her little babysittee, Danica, who was playing with Sydney. I was slightly angled so that Andrew was outside my peripheral vision (my mistake!). Suddenly, I was being drenched with a shooting spray of cold water. My sweet nephew (who is entirely my brother’s child) had grabbed the sprinkler and was wielding it like a weapon, drenching me where I stood and laughing hysterically at his own funny prank.

After all of this, you might not think he should be treated to Chuck E. Cheese, but it was all in good fun. So we changed his wet clothes, and put socks on Sydney who is not quite walking (but climbs like a professional), and loaded ourselves into Randy’s suv and headed to Chuck E. Cheese for even more great adventures.

It’s My Turn – Gransherrie!

I finally figured out how to do this! I uploaded the video to YouTube first! Enjoy this video of my Nana. She never, ever, ever sits still for long enough to take a picture. I have dozens of photos of the side of her head, the back of her head, the top of her head because she is zooming in one direction or another. This time I thought I would trick her and use the video feature of my camera to capture her, and of course, she outsmarted me. She sat stock still for 10 straight seconds. Then she resumes her naturally antsy ways. :)
Transcript:
Silence…..
Cheese!
Take a picture Gransherrie?
Can’t reach it. (She reaches for the camera)
Granherrie, Nana take a picture?
(My daughter comes in) Auntie!
Gransherrie, I take a picture?

Life Outside My Window – Drunk Guy on Porch 8/1/09 part two

Our House in full Summer Bloom

Our House in full Summer Bloom

Little did I know that the guy walking the washing machine down the sidewalk yesterday, was nothing compared to what was waiting in the evening.

Thankfully, Mike got home before me last night. He saw a guy sitting on our porch, but thought it might be the next door neighbor. He’s been having a rough time, so it didn’t surprise Mike that he might be there. After parking the van, he walked around to the front porch and saw an unfamiliar old man, skinny and most definitely drunk relaxing on our park bench. Mike is a patient and kind person, so he did not call the police, which is what I probably would have done, out of just plain fear!

He asked the guy, “How’s it going?”

“Good,” the man said, “I’m just waiting for this motel to open so I can rent a room.”

“Well, this isn’t a motel. It’s a house. I live here. It’s my house.”

Realizing that the man is harmless, Mike pulls up the porch rocker next to the bench and spends some time getting to know the mysterious drunk man and convincing him that our house is not a motel. They talk about where he is from, how old he is, etc. When Mike asks his name, the guy looks at Mike out of the corner of his eye, with a silly grin and says, “You know my name,” as if Mike is playing a joke on him.

After some back and forth Mike finds out his name is D____ P____ . Mike asks Mr. P_________ where he lives and it turns out it is less than a mile from our house, near the hospital, so Mike convinces him to accept a ride home. He puts him in the van, buckles him in and away they go.  As they are getting close to the hospital, Mike asks, “So where by the hospital do you live?”

The guy looks a him again out of the corner of his eye, with a silly grin and says in the same playful tone, as if Mike is joking with him, “You know where I live.”

After a little coaxing, Mike finds the house and delivers Mr. P_____ safely home. When he goes up to let the folks inside the house know that he is returning Mr. P________ to them. They thank him as if this is nothing out of the ordinary and go back to what they are doing.

Does this crazy s*** happen to everyone? I can’t believe it does. I lived in my Stellwagen house for 12 years and never, not once, did anything like this ever happen. No guys rolling washing machines, no mom’s swearing at their babies, no drunk guys camped out on my porch.

Life Outside My Window – 8/1/09

Our house

Our house

It is only noon, on this beautiful clear blue sky Saturday morning, the first day of August, and already today I have had two colorful vignettes occur outside my window. We live on a corner, and the side street next to our house leads directly to the liquor store, we have a lot of interesting characters pass by our big dining room window where we spend most of our time.

Why’d You Put All That Shit in There?- 10:00am

I am standing at the kitchen sink washing up some of the breakfast dishes. I hear a woman’s voice say “Well then why’d you put all that shit in there?” It is not a surprise to hear young people walking down the street using foul language. We’re somewhat accustomed to it after nearly a year in this house. What is surprising is when I raise my head, the woman I see is a clean cut all american athletic looking  blonde in her late 20′s on a mountain bike hauling one  of those little bike trailers with two small children inside. Her question, “Why’d you put all that shit in there?” is directed at these sweet little darlings. Nice.

Thunk-Thunk; Thunk-Thunk; Thunk-Thunk- 11:45a.m.

I am sitting at the dining room table checking email and facebook, when outside my window  I hear this mysterious thunk-thunk; thunk-thunk; thunk-thunk, the repetetive sound of a heavy metal object. When I turn around wondering what could possibly be making such a sound, I see an older gentleman, walking a washing machine down the sidewalk on a dolly. Where is coming from I have no idea, but down the sidewalk he goes thunk-thunking out of sight to no visible destination.  

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