Sunday, March 31, 2013

just a heads up I guess

I've been trying to disable my blog, temporarily.  Apparently I can't do that... I didn't want to completely delete it, unless I decide to post again.  

I like the people that I've met through blogging, it's been surprisingly nice to connect with people like this.  I think it works for me because I don't feel like I am that good at making friends in person.  I often struggle with feeling awkward, coming off wrong somehow.

But anyway, I didn't want to make some dramatic exit, or be all weird and cryptic, and I didn't want to just disappear, because that might not be so nice to all of the three readers out there.  I didn't want to be like one of those Facebook posters who is all, "I'm deleting my Facebook because you people are all jerks!" or something.  Mainly because I don't think you people are all jerks, but also because I think those posters seem to be sort of needy attention seekers, and that is basically the exact opposite of who I am.

I guess it's time for a break for me.  For now, I'm ready to be done.  It's too hard to post when I feel like I can't write what I want to say, what I need to say.  I'll keep reading my favorite blogs, commenting and lurking around I'm sure.  I'm a little too addicted to the blogging world to give up entirely.  Thanks guys, for sticking around and hanging with me, even through a fair amount of lame boring filler posts.  Who knows, maybe I'll miss this too much and end up popping back into your feed one day.

My email address is up there in the contact info, if you want to keep in touch.

Across the time and space
A never-ending dance
A blooming and a trance
You make me feel my soul
There's no more loneliness
Only sparkles and sweat
There's no more single fate
You make me feel myself


Friday, March 29, 2013

friday five

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So it's Friday, which means I'm hosting this Friday Five Blog Hop thing again.  Basically, it's a super easy post.  I used to just set the timer and free write, whatever was on my mind, without trying to censor or think too hard.  Usually, once I started, it was easy, and I didn't have to think about it at all. 

That's kind of my goal for this blog hop - just five minutes of free writing.  Nothing Fancy, nothing planned, nothing needing to be humorous, or inspiring or anything for others - just for you.

So set your timer!  When you're finished, link up and share!

12:50 pm
Alex and the kids have the day off today because of Good Friday, but strangely enough, I am all alone.  Brooke got invited to play at a friend's house, Megan had a sleepover last night, and the boys just went to play some tennis.  Tennis!  WooHOO!  Tennis means Spring for sure.

I'm fine with the quiet.  More than fine.  It will get busy and noisy around here in no time.  I pick Kara up from the train at 4ish, and my sister Jen and her family are coming in for the weekend and staying over at our house, which makes me very happy.  Though we have never done Easter morning with anyone else - hopefully the house will be big enough for lots of eggs.

There's kind of a full weekend planned, which is good, because it keeps my mind busy. We're going to dinner tonight, tomorrow we're going to a movie, and Sunday of course is Easter, so we'll be cooking and hanging and eating.  Next week my kids have no school for their spring break, and I was kind of thinking of taking a little spontaneous trip somewhere.  I don't know... I checked a few things out, but I guess we'll see.

Anyway, time's up, so happy Easter weekend!  Hope you all have fun and get lots of jellybeans.  Don't forget to link up below!

Thursday, March 28, 2013

quite the shocker

I know this is going to come as quite a shock to some of you, but I have drastically changed my free kiss list.

I know, I know!

I'm usually not so fickle!

But I think I've got it right now.

As I said before, I had stuck with my last free kiss, Dave Matthews, for many years.  Then I was kinda feeling like I was over it.  So I was debating, hemming and hawing (I know I've said I am not a hemmer or hawer, but when it comes to a free kiss - THAT is something you have to be totally sure about).  I just wasn't feeling my last picks.

So anyway, I figured I would share my new and improved list.  And I also figured, why do I have to just settle on one free kiss anyway?  I mean, really five is a good number.  Five is what I have settled on.

So before I get to the list, I am going to remind you that I don't usually pick the guys that are everyone else's picks.  I have my own reasons, but I was never really into the guy that everyone else wanted.  So don't judge my picks.  We are in the judge free zone, much like Planet Fitness.

So these free kisses are in no particular order.  Because you know, I wouldn't want to hurt any of their feelings.

1.  Joseph Gordon Levitt.  Oh I just like his face, and his sense of humor.  And he looks completely sexy in a suit.  He may actually be number one.  And he's not even that much younger than I am!

2.  Jesse Williams.  There is no way that you couldn't get past his eyes.  And lips.  And brown skin... 

3.  Paul Rudd.  I love a funny guy.  I really think Paul Rudd is hilarious and adorable, and I like his beard.  I think he is tied for number one with Joseph Gordon Levitt.  He may even win because he happens to be my age...

4.  Justin Theroux.  This guy is all bad boy-ish.  I like the way he dresses.  I like him better with a bit of a beard, but he is absolutely attractive either way.

5. Gerard Butler.  Another hilarious, attractive guy with great eyes.  And a great beard.  Apparently he's quite a player, but you know, why not? 

Who are your free kisses?

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

tiny and insignificant

If you were having trouble accessing this blog recently, sorry.  I didn't realize it was showing up as blocked - hopefully nobody was really offended.

Anyway, I was kind of trying to figure out what to do here.  A few years ago, when I started doing this, I wasn't sure of much.  I wasn't sure if I'd be good enough, or relevant.  I wasn't sure if anyone would really care about what I put out here, if anyone would read.  I wasn't sure if I wanted anyone to read.  I wasn't even sure if I was doing it right.   

And you know, I guess I still don't know.  I'm still unsure.  One thing that I am sure of though is that my uncertainty is reflected in every post, to me.  And I hate that.

Do all bloggers feel this way at times?  Like, what's the point?  There are so many great blogs out there - so many smart, funny, talented people - I'm just a tiny, kind of insignificant drop in the ocean.  

But the thing is, I'm not sure if I want to be big and significant.  I put enough pressure on myself to write something, anything meaningful most days.  If I was like one of the big bloggers, I'm positive it would be too much for me.  I'm sort of a quitter-before-failure, by nature.  I'd be way too afraid of failing to be good enough, and quitting altogether would be a very attractive option.

Ah, sorry about my moaning and groaning.  Maybe I'm just in one of those uncharacteristic woe is me moods.  I'm not usually too moany and groany,  I'll get over it, and be more chipper tomorrow.

Hope to see you then.

Monday, March 25, 2013

with kale, i write

OK, so the weirdest thing happened.  I was reading blogs and things, and my computer died.  So I plugged it in and decided to read a book while waiting for my laptop to recharge a bit.  Of course, just a few minutes later, my nook died.  So that's not the weird part.  The weird part was that I of course decided to plug the nook in to charge, and was kind of aimlessly wandering around the kitchen, bored, thinking maybe I was hungry enough for a little snack.

And my mind was all, "Oh!  We have kale!  I'll steam some kale!"  And then my mind said to itself, "WTF Jessee?"

Because, steamed kale?  As a snack?  What are we, animals??  Like, healthy animals??  What about donuts and cookies and like, candy?  And frosting and cookie dough and other sugary sweet things, that are so bad for you?  Kale??

So I steamed some kale. And I tossed it with a little olive oil, lemon juice, and salt and pepper.  And I ate it, loving every freaking bite.

A month ago, I decided to do this cleanse. Not like the kind of cleanse where you starve yourself and drink shakes and like, disgusting wheat grass or something, but a healthy cleanse. The kind that cleanses your body of built up toxins and things.

I read about this thing, it was a 21 day cleanse where you gradually eliminated meat and dairy and eventually ended up eating vegan.  I decided that three weeks of eating good and smart and consciously wouldn't kill me at all. Either way, the three weeks were going to pass by, why not at least try it.

Honest to Cod, I believe this is the first time in my 43 (ugh!) years of life that I ever stuck to something. Like, made an actual decision to follow something, and then actually followed it til the end.

It wasn't hard. I am lucky that I like fruits and veggies. The cool thing about this cleanse was that in following it by the book, which had strict daily meals, I ended up making and trying a ton of things that I've never tried before (like kale and jicama). I made things that I was sure I wouldn't like, and loved them.  Seriously, I could almost live on this "diet."  In the three weeks that I did it, there was only one meal that I didn't like, and it was a roasted root medley. Wtf, right? Just too many roots I think. 

I hate the diet thing. Hate. I hate feeling deprived. I hate feeling like I can't eat a bowl of Lucky Charms without feeling guilty. Not that I ever really eat a bowl of Lucky Charms, but you know, if I felt like it, my initial feeling would be guilt.

Anyway, I did it. And it was good, really. Besides feeling better physically, I ended up dropping some pounds, which was a rather pleasant surprise. Kind of like a kick start to getting back on the wagon, which I so stupidly fell off of last year.  I'm a few years behind the fit at forty thing, but I'm catching up.  

I'll get there.

Friday, March 22, 2013

friday five you can call me Goldilocks

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So it's Friday again!  WooHOO!  That means it's time for a blog hop!  Do I sound excited?  Sorry, I will tone it down, it is kind of early around here for such energy.  Basically, it's a super easy post.  I used to just set the timer and free write, whatever was on my mind, without trying to censor or think too hard.  Usually, once I started, it was easy, and I didn't have to think about it at all. 

That's kind of my goal for this blog hop - just five minutes of free writing.  Nothing Fancy, nothing planned, nothing needing to be humorous, or inspiring or anything for others - just for you.

So set your timer!  When you're finished, link up and share!

11:30 am

I'm not a huge fan of this time of year, where I live.  I'm sitting here looking out my back door, and the grass is brown, there are smatterings of snow plops, just randomly plopped.  I can see the muddy woods just beyond my yard.  And it's grey.  Grey days aren't exactly my favorite.

I don't need a heat wave, but my favorite weather is definitely more like Spring, or Fall.  Should those be capitalized?  For a self-described wordie, I am very challenged when it comes to capitalizing, sorry.  But yeah, I like it sunny and coolish, not too hot and not too cold.  Kind of like Goldilocks.  You can call me Goldilocks.

I'm ready for Spring.  Tulips and little leaf buds and green grass and baby birds and light jackets... ah, I am definitely ready.  I could handle being in a place that has weather like that all of the time.

I could handle a lot of things.

Time's up.  Happy weekend all.  Link up and share your Friday post!

Thursday, March 21, 2013

nothing to talk about

I can't believe it's Thursday.  This week has flown by so fast, I feel like my head is spinning!

I woke up this morning remembering that the cleaning person was supposed to be coming.  I so didn't want to have to get up and showered and be like, presentable enough to have someone in the house.  I guess it's not that big of a deal, to be moseying around in my pjs with the cleaning person around.  I mean, it's not like I wear anything other than yoga pants and a tank top to bed usually, but I certainly had to put my bra on.  Damn it.  I rather like it when I can free-boob it.  Can't really do that outside of my house though, or I'd look like one of those ladies that go to the grocery all dirty with their boobs at their bellybuttons.

Well, not that my boobs would be at my bellybutton, but my cup definitely runneth over in that department, so it wouldn't look too attractive.  I always wished that I was flat chested.  Seems like you always kind of want what you don't have.

OK, enough about my boobs.  Jeez guys.

You know, if I had much more to talk about, we could move on from my boobs, but I think I'm going to wrap this boring filler post with a funny cat thing that I just saw somewhere, because I like to share funny things.  And I'm not really even a cat person!  Well, except the purring, drooly kind.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

My resignation as an adult will be handed in shortly

I am sorry, I get myself crazy reading these autocorrects, so I am just going to go ahead and share.  They get me every.single.time. and they are vulgar. I can't help it that I find these so freaking hilarious.  Don't judge!


Monday, March 18, 2013

my awesome partner

This week's list is 10 ways that my partner is awesome.  So, that's not too hard at all.  

So here we go:

1.  He leaves me notes with stick figure drawings on them, pretty much every day.

2.  He always cleans up the vomit - all of it - kids, mine, dog... he's the best vomit cleaner-upper I know.

3.  He does any chore - not just the "guy" chores.  He'll do laundry or dishes or whatever needs doing.  He panics at the grocery store, but he'll still go if I ask him to.

4.  He carries my bags.  All of them.  Always.

5.  He defers to my TV and movie choices, even if they're girly.

6.  He never yells (at me or in general) or calls me names, and he won't fight with me.

7.  He gets up with the kids in the morning to make breakfast and lunches so I can sleep in a little.

8.  He works really hard every day.  He's affectionate and loving, and he doesn't snore.

9.  He accepts me as I am - wrinkles, weight, crappy pink haircut, random cranky mood, whatever... he never ever says anything that makes me feel bad about myself.

10.  He never tries to control me.  He knows when I need space, and he gives it to me.

OK, I am not done.  There are way more.  I have to add a bonus five.  Sorry if you are all sick of reading how awesome Alex is.

11.  He makes me laugh, pretty much every day.  He's a funny guy.

12.  If he asks me, "What's for dinner?"  and I say, "Take out?"  He always answers, "That's exactly what I was thinking!"

13.  He's not a bar-hopper or big drinker, and he's not the type to ogle other women in my presence.  He's really respectful.

14.  He never gives me a hard time about spending money, he's not all tight with a buck.

15.  He's really smart.  He can fix pretty much anything.  And if he can't, it bugs him, so he'll figure it out and he'll do it right.

I think one of the best things about Alex though, is that he tries to understand me, and that's really important to me.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Friday Five blog hop

So it's Friday, which means I'm hosting this Friday Five Blog Hop thing again.  Basically, it's a super easy post.  I used to just set the timer and free write, whatever was on my mind, without trying to censor or think too hard.  Usually, once I started, it was easy, and I didn't have to think about it at all.

That's kind of my goal for this blog hop - just five minutes of free writing.  Nothing Fancy, nothing planned, nothing needing to be humorous, or inspiring or anything for others - just for you.

So set your timer!  When you're finished, link up and share!

It's a little after 4, and it's been a long day.  I feel like I have a lot to do and only a little bit of time to do it.

I was doing a bit of running around today - actually this is the first time I've sat down at the computer all day!  It always seems like I have so much to do, but not enough time to do it.  Tonight we are going to the local high school play, so that should be fun.

I like those things.  Kara used to be in every high school production... when she graduated, I really missed going to see her stuff.  I was glad she continued with it in college, and now she does some things here and there in NYC.

Here's my kid Kara singing a tune from the musical Wicked when she was in college:

Aw, that clip makes me miss my kiddo.  Even though she's only a few hours away, it's still hard to see her all that often.  Ah well, I get that she's doing her thing, and I'm happy that she is happy.

Well, time's up!  Happy weekend to you guys.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

the last word, v10

People Magazine has this feature thing on the last page of their magazine.  On the last page, they have a feature called the last word (so clever!) where a celebrity answers a few questions on the last things they've done.  So even though I'm not a celebrity or anything (wait. what?!), I'm going to go ahead and answer the questions.  Because, why not?

The last concert I went to was Morrissey, a few months ago.  I am a huge fan, and it was the first time I had seen him in concert - up close and personal.  I definitely could see the sweat on his brow and he changed his shirt several times.  It was a good night, and being surrounded by hipsters made me feel a little bit cool.

The last gift I gave was unfortunately not all that thoughtful.  My nieces Bridgett and Brenna both had their birthdays a few weeks ago, and I was kind of a slacker on actually purchasing a physical gift.  So they got cash, which they certainly didn't seem too offended over.

The last reality show I watched was The Bachelor finale Monday night, with that cutie Sean Lowe.  No wait!  Survivor last night, which was freaking crazy with psycho Brandon.  It was definitely the most dramatic episode ever!

The last thing I cooked was Kabocha squash, steamed lemon broccoli and asparagus, and quinoa.  That was my dinner tonight and it was awesome.  I honest to God seriously considered licking my plate.

My last grooming experience was a pedicure.  I got one a few weeks ago.  What stinks is, it still looks good, like not chipped nail polish or anything, except one of my nails broke!  So I guess I have to go for a re-do.  Which isn't the worst thing in the world.

The last time I got angry was in Florida.  We were supposed to meet up with my sisters to go to dinner, and my jerk sister Ali so rudely didn't wait for us, so we got far behind them in the boat line.  She's very cut-throat about her place in line at Disney.  Ugh, I was seriously annoyed.  That was last month.  I don't get mad that often.  Maybe I was cranky.

The last time I stayed up late was probably last night, or the night before, or the night before.  I stay up late pretty much every night.  Often times tip 1:30 or 2:00 am.  I like the quiet dark.

The last thing I splurged on was probably airplane tickets.  We often drive to Florida because Ali is scared to fly, but this year we decided to fly because the drive just seemed so daunting.  So you know, five tickets was kind of a splurge.  But whatever, it was so worth it when I was home relaxing before my sister even made it out of Georgia.

The last purchase I made was so very exciting.  This morning I bought heartworm medicine for my dog, because I am a good and conscientious pet owner.  It was preventative medicine, she does not have heartworm.  

The last time I went out to dinner was, once again, in Florida, about three weeks ago.  I went out to breakfast, lunch and dinner every day I was in Florida actually, which is exactly why I gained a few pounds while I was there.  Not good.  Well, apparently the food was very good, but the gaining part really sucks.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

parents in the drop off line, as explained by their cars

You can tell a lot about someone by the vehicle they drive, I think.  I spend a lot of time in the madness that is the drop-off and pick-up lane at school.  It is absolutely like, the most irritating thing ever.  I've learned to get over it though, because it is what it is.  My kid doesn't take the bus, and she's too little to walk alone, so I must suffer.  In sitting there, you get to do a little people watching, which can be entertaining, and I've come to a few conclusions.

This is my take on parents, as explained by their cars:

Beat up mini-van  - The mom that will cut you if you cut her in line.  Or at the very least, flip you off and mouth non-school-age appropriate insults while you pretend you didn't see her.

Shiny new mini van - The type-A mom who is obviously already dressed and  showered  and about to carry in 24 perfectly decorated cupcakes for her perfectly dressed child's birthday.  She'll also be carrying color coordinated juice boxes and goodie bags.  And she'll do it all in one trip.

Open Jeep Wrangler - The effortlessly cool dad, that all of the other dads want to be like.

Beefy pick up truck - The probably ruggedly attractive dad, who is on his way to do something really rugged.  And attractive.

Luxury sedan - The mom who is popping a Xanax and swigging some vodka from her "water bottle" as soon as she gets her little angels out of the car.

The car plastered with political and/or churchy bumper stickers - The self righteous mom who refuses a playdate if she thinks you voted Dem.

Hummer - The intimidating dad, who you are frankly kind of scared of.

Sensible car - The mom who wouldn't dream of getting something that wasn't dull practical and reliable.  Like loafers.

SUV - The skinny, high maintenance soccer mom.  Probably on her way to the gym.  In really cute, matchy-matchy gym clothes, of course.

Prius - The mom who only buys organic.  And must constantly talk about only buying organic.  And looks her nose down on those who do not buy organic.

Obviously, this is just for fun, but apparently there is actually a psychology behind the cars you choose to drive.  When we see a shiny red convertible with a balding middle aged guy driving it, we immediately think "mid-life crisis."  We usually can't help but associate a certain type of car with a certain type of person, but do we really know who’s behind the wheel?  

Maybe.  Like it or not, what we drive can send messages.  And it's not just the make/model of the car the can define you, it's the color too!

I just read this thing that said people who choose black cars tend to be more aggressive, and rebellious.  Well, I drive a black car, and I'm not aggressive, though I guess I am kind of rebellious.

According to this article, if you drive a silver car, you're likely cool, calm, and you may be a loner.  Green means that you are reactive.  Yellow cars point to idealistic people, and blue cars represent introspective, reflective, and cautious people.  If you drive red, you're an attention seeker, someone who is full of energy.  White cars are for status seekers, and cream colored car drivers are typically contained and controlled.

What do you think?  What do you drive?  Is there any truth to this?

Monday, March 11, 2013

favorite smells

I'm a really sensory person, and I am definitely a smeller.  I love the smell of all sorts of things.  I also get nauseous at the smell of certain things, like the dentist's office or vomit, of course.  In other words, I love and hate the smell of things.  Because that's normal, that's why.

Anyway, this week's list is 10 smells that you love, so here they are, in no particular order.  

10 favorite smells:

1.  I love the smell of clean skin, mmmmm- particularly right out of the bath or     

2.  I love the smell of fresh laundry, especially when it is straight out of the 

3.  I love the smell of puppy breath, is that weird?

4.  Of course I love the smell of new baby.  And (clean) diapers.

5.  I love the smell of Christmas trees.

6.  I love the smell of rosemary and lavender.  Separately.

7.  I love the way my mom smells.  I could definitely pick her out of a line up

8.  Oddly, I love the smell of hospitals, every time I am in one, I feel like I am   
     supposed to be there, working.

9.  I love the smell of this perfume, Green Tea by Elizabeth Arden.

10. And I absolutely love the smell of Thanksgiving dinner cooking.  Ooh, that just made me hungry.

What smells do you love?

Friday, March 8, 2013

I could really use a f*cking donut!

I'm hosting a blog hop!  I'm a blog hop hoster! I hope you'll humor me and link up so I don't look like a dumbass to the whole entire Blogiverse.  If you're new to this blog or missed the heads up, it's pretty simple and straightforward - you write a post on Friday - just 5 minutes or so.  It could be a wrap up of your week, it could be a miscellaneous ramble, a to-do list, a grocery list... anything really.  Maybe even be a weekly topic if people seem interested.  Then, you link up at the bottom of this post, and that's it!  Well, of course it would be nice if you read any other links and commented, but still, simple stuff right?  It's also a nice way to meet and connect with other bloggers out there, apparently.  So come on guys... in the famous words of the Nike advertisers, just do it!  I even made an official button!  Because I am so official and stuff.  Feel free  to share it anywhere on your blog.

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My current view...

So anyway, it's Friday, again.  It's still morning but I was up and at 'em pretty early.  First with phone calls and texts from the school at some ungodly hour of like 6:30 am or something.  They were calling and texting to inform me that school was delayed, and then again a bit later to tell me that school was in fact cancelled due to snow.  So all of that sort of woke me.  Then, Alex got up to get the day started at another ungodly hour of 7:30 or something.  He actually had to be at a meeting he couldn't be late for at 9ish, and he knew he was going to have to shovel a little bit, so there was that.  Then, a bad thing happened.  Alex went to let Maizie out of her crate and discovered she had gone to the bathroom in there, like she must have had a sick stomach, poor pup.

So, he thankfully cleaned out and disinfected the crate while I gave her a bath.  Ugh.  It was far too early to be dealing with such disgusting crap (literally), let me tell you.  Even the kids were still asleep.  Sheesh.  Maizie was not appreciating the bath one bit either.

Is this the face of a dog who is ready to have babies?  No, no it is not.
Ah, she got over it.  But I am semi-freaking out.  I have a terrible feeling Maizie might have a few buns in the oven, and that is a BAD THING.  She's still a puppy!  Also, it is totally my fault because she went into heat before I got her spayed...  then of course they won't let me get her spayed til she's done, which is like, now.  I don't even know what to do about that!  I've been super careful about watching her, making sure no dogs were around, etc.  The biggest problem, besides the fact that there are plenty of mutt puppies and dogs out there and we don't exactly want to add to that, is that because she's so small and I'd have no idea what dog she hooked up with, it could be a bad thing!  Like, how could she ever have a 1/2 Rottweiler pups or something?  I totally need to bring her to the vet.

So, I'm sorry that I am somewhat cranky.  This m-effing cleanse is still on, just wrapping up the second of three weeks, and I am kind of wanting something besides everything healthy.  I could really use a fucking donut!  Apparently that's not on the cleanse.  The question is, will one donut ruin everything??  Probably.  Damn it.  My mind is so wrapped around the thought of eating sweet things right now, it's hard to focus on other things.  I'm not hungry at all really.  I really enjoy what I am eating, surprisingly.  I guess it's more mental.  Ugh. I'm ready to be done!

Well, times up.  Happy Friday guys.  Link up and tell me fun things and entertain me!  I really need some good distraction right now...

Thursday, March 7, 2013

come to mama, you little brat

It's hard to be a parent.  I know this because I am one, and I totally get how not easy it can sometimes be to just manage simple things every day.

When I first became a parent, I recognized that it was my responsibility to make sure that my little person turned out to be a decent human being, a decent grown up.  Some kids are easier than others, and no two situations are ever the same, but the general ideas that I had to accomplish this were pretty simple. The most important lesson that I wanted my kids to learn was respect.  Respect for themselves and others, specifically.  I kind of think that respect is the building block for all of the other life lessons out there.

I'm not in the habit of judging other parents, partly because I know I am not perfect, and I know I don't do everything "right" and by the book all of the time.  Sometimes, you have to adjust your thought process to accommodate the kid.  But for the most part, I'd like to think that us parents are all in this together, that we all have the same general goals in mind when it comes to our kids.

There are some parents though, that really make it harder on the normal parents, like myself, of course.

The parents that let their 3rd grader have a cell phone definitely make it hard on the parents who (a) can't afford to add another freaking line to their plan, (b) recognize that an 8 year-old who can't even keep track of her own eyeglasses (that she wears on her face) has no business owning an expensive bit of technology, and (c) kind of have to wonder who the hell an 8 year-old is going to be calling anyway.

The parents that don't give their kid a curfew make it hard on the parents who believe that teen-agers need to really be home and in bed, asleep,  before the night turns into the next day.  Kids need rest.  And they need to know that they don't get to be the boss of their time til they are out of the house or in college.

The parents who don't give their kids chores make it tough on the parents that believe chores build character, and help make kids more responsible and hard working.  Even putting water in the dog's dish every day can give a kid a sense of accomplishment, and the sense that her place in the family is important and valued.

The parents who say "not my kid," make it hard on the parents who take responsibility for their child's actions, and in turn, expect them to take responsibility for their own actions, even if it sucks, and even if the lesson learned was a hard one.

The parents who send their kid to school sick make it hard on the parents of the other healthy kids in the class who are definitely touching your kid's snotty, germy, sneezy things.  Then of course, your now unhealthy kid is inadvertently bringing that home and getting their family sick, snotty, germy and sneezy.  It doesn't hurt to have a sick plan in place.

The parent who makes the perfect cupcakes makes it hard on the parents who try, but just cannot pull together the green frosting-ed cupcakes with the rainbow sprinkles in the shape of a rainbow, and the faux pot-o-gold (how the hell did they fit all of that on a cupcake anyway??), while entertaining a teething toddler, cleaning the cat vomit off of the living room couch, and attempting a shower before the big class St. Patty's Day party.

The helicopter parent makes it hard on the parents who think that sometimes it's OK for kids to have a mild tiff in the sandbox without interruption.  Kids need to learn how to deal with conflict.  Give it a moment before you jump in and yank your kid out of there while giving the other three year-old the evil eye.  It might surprise you when they work it out!

The parent who never says no makes it tough on the parents who believe that kids need to actually work hard for things to appreciate and value them.

The parents that let their kid wear slutty clothes and costumes make it tough on the parents who think that 2nd graders (or teen-agers, actually) have no business wearing shorts so short that you can see their buns.  Or sexy costumes with plunging necklines, thigh high stockings and super short skirts!  A kid that age doesn't need to wear a sexy vampire costume for Halloween, seriously.  Who are they being sexy for??  There's plenty of time for experimenting with clothes and make-up, we're lucky right now because we have all of the power in what our kids have in their closets.  And a little modesty goes a long way.

This in tongue in cheek, obviously, because really, we are all in this together.  But wouldn't it be great if all of the parents could be pretty much on the same page?  My page, specifically. 

Any thoughts?

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

five types of date askers plus a bonus

If you're a grown up, chances are you've been asked out on a date, or asked someone on a date at some point in your lifetime.

I have to say, I am pretty sure I've never asked anyone out.  In fact, I never even really called guys, unless they were already my boyfriend.  I was way too worried about rejection to ever put myself in the position to get shot down and embarrassed.

I was almost 40 years old when I first realized how stressful it actually can be to ask someone out.  I wasn't asking anyone out personally, I was just witnessing the event.  I got the straight up guy perspective and it was so stressful.  Guys have it so hard!  Like, it definitely seems as though girls have all of the power in the situation, and it really must be tough on guys being vulnerable and putting themselves out there.

I've come to the conclusion that there are basically 5 types of date askers.

You have the Incredibly Formal Date Asker"Miss Smith, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to our fancy pants dance?"   I picture the guy who asks a girl out like this as someone who wears a bow tie.  Not that there's anything wrong with that.   I'm not necessarily anti-bow tie.  Well, not entirely.

Then you have the Vague, Boring, Passive Date Asker: "You should come get some pizza with us later."  This guy acts like he wouldn't care either way if you wanted to go with him, which is probably his MO, in case you're all like, "Uh, no."

The Casual Date Asker: "So hey Jill, what's your schedule looking like this week? I heard Joe's Taco's has some great burritos.  Wanna grab something to eat?"  This guy is sincere, but casual enough so that if you aren't into it,  he can easily brush it off like it's no big deal.

The Sincerely Sincere Date Asker:  "Sarah, would you like to go to the prom with me?"  There is nothing wrong with a guy asking a girl out sincerely, it's actually nice.  But there is no denying that you're being asked on a date, so there is no sly way to wiggle out of it if you don't want to be this poor guy's date to the prom.

The Indirect, No Big Risk Date Asker:  "We should really get together this weekend for a hike, the weather is supposed to be great."  This guy is similar to the casual date asker, in that if you beg off, he doesn't feel dumb for putting himself out there.  He can feel you out (not up, gutter mind), see if you're into it, and kind of go from there.

and the bonus, I'm Either 12, or Funny and Ironic Date Asker:  This guy will toss you a note on loose leaf paper that says, "Do you like me?  Circle Y or N.  If yes, do you want to have lunch together?  Circle Y or N."  Oddly, I am partial to this particular kind of date asker.  Especially if the note is folded in the form of a football.

You know, so much happens online these days.  Technology has definitely changed things.  Connecting through Facebook, chatting, text messaging and email is much more common, but I can't help but think that most girls would probably appreciate getting asked out in person, or at the very least voice to voice, like they did in the olden days.  It's definitely more personal.

I think in asking someone out on a date, the key is to strike while the iron is hot - nobody will wait around forever because there are other options out there.  So if you're getting the vibe that the cute receptionist at the dentist office is kind of into you, just go for it if you think you could be a match.  There really isn't much to lose, right?

Monday, March 4, 2013

loud and proud

Ten things that I am proud of:

Though I know my kids aren't "things" exactly, I can't help but putting them on the top of the list because they each make me proud, every day.  Maybe I should say it to them more often!They are each individuals, but I feel a great sense of pride because I believe that as their mom, I help(ed) them be the good people that they are.  I'm very proud of (1) Kara for continuing to pursue her dreams of being a city girl, and working to make singing and acting a part of her life, even though it's hard and draining and disheartening sometimes.  I'm proud of (2) Alex for being such a good young man.  He really is such a joy - a kind, witty, thoughtful, respectful boy - often times surprising me with what a decent kid he is.  I'm so proud of (3) Megan for all of the hard work she does in school - she is really committed to getting good grades, and she loves reading and learning.  She's just so smart and intuitive. And I'm proud of (4) Brooke for being a genuinely nice and caring person. She is such a sensitive soul, such a good, thoughtful, fun, funny friend.

(5) I'm proud of Alex for working so hard and being such a success for such a young attorney, and also for dealing with being an actual honest (small time) politician during a tough time. It's a pretty thankless job most of the time, but he just won't ever give up on our community.

(6) I'm proud of a business that I started up and ran for several years.  It makes me happy that even though I sold it a few years ago, it is still thriving in this little community.  Sometimes I really miss it.

(7) I'm proud of finishing college when I was young and broke, and going it alone as a mom to my girl Kara.

(8) I'm proud of continuing the effort to be stronger and healthier.

(9) I'm proud of my home - we designed and built it, and I really like the way it all came together.  Although I have to admit that I am seriously considering selling and building another...

And lastly, (10) I am proud of sticking with this dumb cleanse that I am on right now, and not cheating.  It's hard but not hard, you know?  I have another almost two weeks to go and I really hope I can finish strong!

Friday, March 1, 2013

friday five minute purge

I'm hosting a blog hop!  I'm a blog hop hoster! I hope you'll humor me and link up so I don't look like a dumbass to the whole entire Blogiverse.  If you're new to this blog or missed the heads up, it's pretty simple and straightforward - you write a post on Friday - just 5 minutes or so.  It could be a wrap up of your week, it could be a miscellaneous ramble, a to-do list, a grocery list... anything really.  Maybe even be a weekly topic if people seem interested.  Then, you link up at the bottom of this post, and that's it!  Well, of course it would be nice if you read any other links and commented, but still, simple stuff right?  It's also a nice way to meet and connect with other bloggers out there, apparently.  So come on guys... in the famous words of the Nike advertisers, just do it!  I even made an official button!  Because I am so official and stuff.  Feel free  to share it anywhere on your blog.
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It's that day again... Friday.  The day when I feel the least pressure to write something relatable and witty and coherent.  Nobody is pressuring me but me of course, but I can't help it.  I have it in my head that I need to post Monday through Friday at least, like a regular job or something, but it just doesn't always work out that way.  Sometimes I just have nothing to say.  

It's not quite noon yet, and I have some things to do.  Like shower.  That's first on the agenda after this super exciting writing.  Hey, that rhymed.   Is it just me, or do you get a little weird thrill when you accidentally rhyme something?  Yeah, I'm thinking it's probably just me.  

Also, I have to take my furball dog to the groomers.  I should probably learn how to groom her myself, but ugh.  The nail cutting makes me want to vomit.  I'm not sure what my issue with that is.  I actually have an issue with filing my nails.  Like, almost a phobia.  Whenever I get a pedicure, I feel like I'm going to throw up during the filing.  It's way better than a manicure though, which gets me so nauseous, I have to think happy thoughts till the filing part is over.  I have to really be in dire need of a manicure for that very reason.   Maybe it's the sound... I have a similar reaction to the sound of my teeth being drilled.  Ugh.

Seriously I just made my own stomach flop thinking about that.

I am so anti-dentist.  I mean, of course I go, but it mentally stresses me out.  All of my kids have great teeth except for Brooke, thankfully.  The big kids really only have to go for their regular cleanings, but Brooke and the dentist and his assistant are on a first name basis.  Besides the braces stuff, she's just had so much done for a kid her age... like fillings and extra teeth being pulled and stuff.  She is such a good sport in the chair, never cries during Novocaine or anything.  My tough kiddo.

When she had to have a few teeth pulled, I almost wasn't going to go.  Just thinking about it made me nauseous.  I seriously considered sending Alex instead, but then I sucked it up because, aww.  What if she needed me.  I stood in the doorway, like, as far out of range as possible, but I still felt sick.

I need to get over that.  Irrational fears are so lame.  They really keep you from things, you know?  And it really is just all in your head.

Time's up!  Happy Friday guys!  Don't forget to link up!