Thursday, August 11, 2005

Introducing the Amazing Jensen!

Jensen does magic tricks. Actually, she doesn't really think she's magic. To her, magic is when you make something REALLY disappear, not just appear to disappear. Her art, in her mind, is in making you wonder how she made something appear to disappear. She's really something. Unfortunately for most of you, you have to see it to appreciate it. Some of you have had the privilege of witnessing her "magic" for yourselves. For the rest of you, I thought I'd try to describe it, add a picture, and see if you can create the full image in your imaginations.

This is a picture of the Amazing Jensen doing her very first trick. She puts a small item--for example a Hot Wheels car--on the stool, places a kitchen towel over it, and rubs the towel with both hands around and around on the stool, until the car falls onto the floor. Then she picks up the towel, waits for the appropriate reaction, then announces that the car disppeared onto the floor. Everyone gasps and stares in amazement and tries not to laugh.

That trick evolved into one of her current favorites in which she covers the item with the towel, rubs her hands together, then quickly picks up towel and the item at once, waits for the appropriate reaction, then announces that it disappeared into her hand.

If you're really lucky, Her Amazingness might select you to be an assistant. This is a special privilege that garners you with the great responsibility of holding the towel up in front of the item, then keeping watch over the rest of the audience to make sure they close their eyes tightly and don't peek while she makes the item disappear into the sofa cushions. Of course then the audience has the equally weighty responsibility of making believe they don't hear her footsteps going to or from the sofa, or the change of volume in her voice while she travels about the room.

It's all very entertaining and she rarely tires of performing, and I can only hope our guests don't tire of indulging her.

Along with this I must include an anecdote about the time last winter when Jensen attended a birthday party for a boy at Pre-Kindergarten. A local magician attended, who has apparently been a well-known Birthday Party Magician in this area for some time now. The kids gathered around, and Jensen, who had been doing her own "magic" for a couple of years by then, sat wide-eyed in the front row. She was aghast with her mouth open for most of the show, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

At one point this old and seasoned magician included an actual dove in his performance. I wasn't sure if Jensen, being such an animal lover, was more impressed with the magician or the dove. But after the intial excitement of seeing a real, live dove in the house, she watched attentively as the magician continued. He had a stand on which sat a box big enough for the dove, and then some. In front of the box hung a little curtain, and when he lifted it we got our first glance of the dove inside the entirely black box. He removed the dove, spoke to him a bit, showed him off to everyone, the kids oohed and aahed, and he placed the dove back into the box lowering the curtain. Then, while holding onto the back of the box with one hand, he raised the curtain with the other and the dove was gone! The children were amazed and burst into applause. Jensen was clapping along with the rest, and was so excited she couldn't control her laughter.

Then she turned to me with utter astonishment and exclaimed, "Mom! Did you see that?! You couldn't even tell how he got the dove to disappear behind the black wall!" Note that she had to say this quite loudly so as to be heard over the applause. She was not finished her exclamation, however, until the applause had subsided. An short but awkward silence followed, joined by looks from Birthday Boy's parents, and a chuckle from the magician who said, "I see we have another magician in the crowd." Jensen yelled proudly, "Me!" as she raised her hand. I just blushed and gritted my teeth praying that he'd move on. He did. I'm wondering if she'll be invited back this year.

Caricature of the Week

In light of Jennifer Aniston's "outing" in Vanity Fair this month, I thought I'd feature Don's caricature of the "Friends" gang. He drew this by special request. I won't mention who made the request. Ahem. Incidentally, if you have an idea for a caricature you'd like to see on a t-shirt, let Don know at www.caricaturesbydon.com.

Monday, August 08, 2005

Old Friends

I'd like to dedicate this post to the girlfriends I've had for as long as is important. These are the girls who knew me before I knew me, and who stuck with me anyway. These are the girls who saw through my lies and facade of my youth and hung with me anyway. These are the girls who believed in me at my most unbelievable, and forgave me at my most unforgivable. These are the girls with whom, when we get together, no matter how long it's been since we've spoken, emailed or met, it seems as if no time has passed. These are the girls whose longstanding friendships have helped shape who I am today. And I love them anyway!

In May we got together again to celebrate a big day--our Jilly Bean got married. It was a beautiful ceremony, a fabulous celebration and a wonderful weekend all around. I can't even describe what a time I had and what a feeling it left with me. Thanks to the girls and Jill's family for embracing me and including me in on a weekend I won't forget. So here's to Carri, Jill, Jocelyn and Heather. You guys are the best!

Love, Maria


Time it was and what a time it was it was;
A time of innocence a time of confidences.
Long ago it must be, I have a photograph.
Preserve your memories;
They’re all that’s left you.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

No Mirrors in My Nana's House

I woke up this morning with this song in my head. I learned it from watching an animated short on Nickelodeon. Jensen loves it, too. The song is lovely to listen to, and the lyrics are inspirational to hear.

No Mirrors in My Nana's House
Ysaye M. Barnwell

There were no mirrors in my Nana's house,
No mirrors in my Nana's house
There were no mirrors in my Nana's house,
No mirrors in my Nana's house.
And the beauty that I saw in everything,
The beauty in everything
Was in her eyes (like the rising of the sun).

I never knew that my skin was too black.
I never knew that my nose was too flat.
I never knew that my clothes didn't fit.
I never knew there were things that I'd missed,
'Cause the beauty in everything
Was in her eyes (like the rising of the sun);
...was in her eyes.

There were no mirrors in my Nana's house,
No mirrors in my Nana's house.
And the beauty that I saw in everything,
The beauty in everything
Was in her eyes (like the rising of the sun).

I was intrigued by the cracks in the walls.
I tasted, with joy, the dust that would fall.
The noise in the hallway was music to me.
The trash and the rubbish just cushioned my feet.
And the beauty in everything
Was in her eyes (like the rising of the sun)
....was in her eyes.

There were no mirrors in my Nana's house,
No mirrors in my Nana's house.
There were no mirrors in my Nana's house,
No mirrors in my Nana's house.
And the beauty that I saw in everything,
The beauty in everything
Was in her eyes (like the rising of the sun).

The world outside was a magical place.
I only knew love; I never knew hate,
And the beauty in everything
Was in her eyes (like the rising of the sun)
....was in her eyes.

There were no mirrors in my Nana's house,
No mirrors in my Nana's house.
There were no mirrors in my Nana's house,
No mirrors in my Nana's house.
And the beauty that I saw in everything
Was in her eyes (like the rising of the sun).

"Chil', look deep into my eyes."
"Chil', look deep into my eyes."
"Chil'..."

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

GQ Junior

As many of you know, my stepdaughter Avan is in cosmetology and plans to use her new skills to put herself through college. Well, judging by the haircuts she gave my husband recently, and son today, she should have no problem! Here are some pictures of today's project. Though we'll miss his shag, we all love the new look, including the model!

We're Back!

Last week I decided at the very last minute to take the kids and head to my sister Sharon's in Niagara Falls. I made up my mind on Sunday the 24th, and left on Monday. We needed a break. The summer's been great, but we were growing stagnant and I ached for a change of pace. It was a good decision! We had a nice time. I always love to see Sharon. She has such a positive outlook and rarely seems down about things. I went there thinking I would vent to her about things that have been on my mind lately, but being there made me forget all about them.

My other sister, Helen, is living with Sharon for the moment, and although I didn't get to see much of her I enjoy our time together as well. And Sharon's kids are adorable. She has two boys and a baby girl, the oldest being 3 and the youngest being three months. They are well-behaved and laid back, which is a good thing. I can't imagine having three crazies so close together.

Speaking of crazies, my children had the best time. They were much more obedient than usual in the car, thanks to my friend's portable DVD player. And Aunt Sharon has a pool, which kept them well occupied and entertained for the week, even though they had three of the coolest days they've had in months while we were there.

I also had the chance to see my brother, Haig, and his family. They visited Sharon on the first night we were there. Haig has been living in Nova Scotia with my other brother, Don, because Haig and Nichla purchased a house in Halifax and and have been waiting for their Burlington (Ontario) house to be sold. Well, the sale is finally closing, and Haig's family will finally be able to join him out east soon. They have seven children, and we all had a great time taking a late-night swim and catching up. We'll see them again in a few weeks, and then again--who knows when? Sob.

So July was a good month. Along with our mini-vacation I was able to catch up with two old and dear friends. And I mean OLD friends. Gloria Estefan and Outfield hits come to mind. They were both very dear to me when I knew them, and have remained so ever since, if only in my heart and dreams. One I spoke to by phone, and the other I saw in person, and it was such a nice feeling to remember why we were friends in the first place and to feel those connections again. In some ways, it felt like some things hadn't changed a bit.

So here's to all of your longest lasting friendships. Treat yourself to a phone call to remind yourself of how the best things in life really are free. Or maybe five cents a minute.