Thursday, July 31, 2008

The latest from Chez Baidas

Hello everyone! I am so sorry we have been out of touch. With Loren out of town, intermittent Internet capabilities and all of Anthony's tests and doctor's appointments we have been a bit busy!

We have an appointment with a GI pediatric specialist on Thursday this week so we're hoping she can help us get Anthony on track and feeling better!

We have taken a few photos in the last month, so here is our new web address. Password is sarah. I couldn't get to the other website I thought I made, so I started a new one. Hopefully you will be able to access it.

Click here:
Baidas Family Album

Hope all is well with everyone!

Sarah


Wednesday, July 30, 2008

A KK Moment

By Snickers

Below: A small expository piece I wrote (a rough draft I think) for a writing class in college. I think the idea was to share a lesson learned from childhood with the class. I found this piece (copyright 1995 – kidding about the copyright of course) while cleaning. I am not saying it is accurate, but it is how I remember the lesson. I just did a simple copy and paste to Balices Pieces. Unconventional often, but KK had a way to get a point across - sometimes without even knowing what she was doing I bet. Her mothering skills have been underrated I am afraid. My guess is that my mom forgot all about this incident in 1983 or 1884. I think she had a lot on her plate back then…


Learning a lesson as a child

When I was 7 or 8, I asked my mom if I could get a sucker while were in the checkout line at Fred’s Food Centre. She said no. Hearing her say no in the casual stern way I had become accustomed to meant little to me. I wanted a sucker. It was one of those grape flavored whistle suckers. The kind that turns your tongue purple.

I grabbed one from the shelf when no one was looking.

On our way out of the store, I proudly displayed my 10-cent treasure to my mom and showed her that I managed to steal the tasty treat without the cashier noticing. My pride, trumped by my stupidity, could be seen by the smile on my dirty face. My mother seemed appalled by my lack of decency as a young boy and she let me have it. She tried to convince me how wrong it was to steal, but to no avail. I was proud I had tricked everyone and happy I had a sucker to show for my sneakiness. I am sure I tried to act serious, but as a boy my sneaky little grin always escaped.

Then it happened.

My mother told me I had to give the sucker back. While disappointed, I am sure I must have thought it was not a big deal. I would just put it back in the box and move on.

Nope.

Not with my mom.

She marched me through the automatic doors dragging me by my arm (it seems like I was dragged by my arm a lot growing up) and she took me right to the owner’s small office. She explained to me in front of Fred himself how our families were connected and how my grandpa was friends with him. Then she went into this whole thing about neighbors and doing the right thing. They put a guilt trip on me.

Then she made me apologize and return the sucker. Fred explained how disappointed he was that a friend would steal from him. I didn’t even know he was my friend, but it added to the remorse they clearly wanted me to feel. As I was snibbling, my mom insisted that I help bag groceries to help earn some trust back. I thought it was an okay idea. So that day for what seemed like hours, I bagged groceries for the next few customers. After probably 10-15 minutes, it was time to go. Before I left, Mr. Thwaites thanked me for owning up to my mistake. I was still mad at him though.

I learned that just doing something nice does not make up for doing something wrong. And I learned that how I felt inside was punishment enough for my mistake. Helping and asking forgiveness was the right thing to do because it was the right thing to do. Not because my mom told me to do it.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Toni Ann builds her dream kitchen

OK, so maybe her dream kitchen would have EVEN MORE room. But she's making do with what she has and knocking down walls and ripping out cupboards and putting it all back together again with new, shinier, more modern accouterments.

The view from the corner




The view from the dining room



The corner



The sink side of the kitchen



JLMA helped out with the photos of the before and the during. To think of how many pies, cookies and vats of baked beans have come out of that oven over the course of our lives...


Stay tuned for the puzzle pieces of putting it back together again, along with shots of the finished product. I can't wait to see what it becomes.

Monday, July 28, 2008

IFF 2008










Friday, July 25, 2008

Quirky Traditions


Most families have traditions, or at least some remnant of past practices. In this “high speed” day and age it's tough to keep them going but for the most part we have had encouraging success. Some of them started with our grandparents with a few twists and turns thrown in by our parents and now it has become our turn to carry on and carry through with a few new ones.

At first it was embarrassing for the kids, especially when they were in their “cool” stage. You know that time in your life when every single thing that a parent does is scrutinized, pouted about, or completely ignored? I distinctly remember my kids rolling their eyes and making statements like “you aren't going to wear that are you?” or “I can't believe you just said that.”

Then there were the times I overheard them talking to their friends on the phone about how stupid, mean or crazy we were. Worse yet was finding a note in their pocket outlining (in some crude fashion) the pros and cons of a decision we made that was outright ridiculous in terms of their best interests. How on earth can a parent know what's best for their child anyway? After all, we have all been “out of the loop” for too long and our social and emotional reflects are just too darn slow.

For the past 8 or 10 years we have been partaking in something every single year at the same time and place “for posterity.” Actually, it started out as a fluke about 15 or 20 years ago when one of us said “hey, let's try that...should be a hoot!”... and it was. We were down at the fair one night and impulsively dressed up in some western costumes for picture in the “saloon.” We all poked through the costumes and posed for what was the first of many unprofessional family pictures.

We've had plenty of family pictures taken through the years but only during times when we were already dressed up for a wedding or anniversary. After all, one must take advantage of the times in their lives when everyone looks nice, feels good and smiles are not forced. We have tried to pull off a few during the holidays but as the family grows it's nearly impossible to get everyone together in one place and time long enough.

For nearly a decade now we have gathered on the Midway for our annual Free Fair Photo. It usually goes something like this:

My siblings and I squeeze into a small space and we all try to look youthful, thinner and happy. Someone usually doesn't like the first angle, sometimes the second. We move around as if we were in a posh studio and the photographer actually has the time and the inclination to make us look good. When we first started, it often took a dozen poses to get everyone to agree, but we have finally accepted the fact that you really can't make a silk purse out of a sows ear. Besides, we're all too tired and sweaty to keep moving around and delay our bedtimes.

Then there is the ordering and payment process. Despite the fact that we know we are going to do it every single year, no one ever has close to the right change. Usually the Patriarch of the family hands over enough for at least half of the group cost (unless his wife is paying attention) and we all split the rest. When all is said and done we all owe someone something but no one is real clear on how much and who we pay.

Our kids still laugh about how tacky we are but chances are that some day they will appreciate this quirky tradition. When we're gone they will not only have great memories of us but coffee cups, towels, pins, coasters and mouse pads that will come in pretty handy during family gatherings. It's tough to point out fluky genetics without putting a face to the name.

- Karen Balice-Gregory


Thursday, July 24, 2008

Fair Bear

Here's a little guest post from Daniel. Because we nixed our plans to come to the fair in Ionia to come to the 70s party next weekend, we decided to take Claire to a festival in Farmington. Unfortunately, there weren't any rides. But she still managed to have some fun and wear herself out plenty.

I'll be posting some of your IFF photos soon, as soon as I have a few minutes to figure out Mag's directions to download photos off of the slide show!

We're starting to run a little dry here at Balices Pieces, so get those submissions going, people! I know your families are all doing stuff!!!

(If you want some ideas, check out Dan's family blog: Thompson Madness)








Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Ready to get funky

OK everyone - Harv and I did some shopping yesterday at the Salvation Army store on 28th Street and we have our outfits for Kirsten's party - I hope you're all planning to shop soon for your own outfits!

Jeff even has a few extra pairs of the tube socks with colored stipes at the top if any of you need them :-) Harv and I spent a total of $23.00 for all of our clothes - including shoes and jewelry - so it's plain to see there are bargains to be had out there!

I love my outfit so much that I'm pretty sure it was probably mine sometime back in the 70's (or even the 80's :-) Sooooo.........everyone get busy and pick out your clothes - if you don't have time, I would be happy to pick something out for you; we had a really fun time and spent most of the afternoon in the store.

There was a group of young men there picking out clothes for a 70's party also so it was a lot of laughs! Let me know if you need our assistance! JLMA