I'll never claim to have all my ducks in a row or my priorities straight. I procrastinate. I am not very domestic, not very girlie. My life is not as organized as I'd like. And heaven help me, I actually LIKE my kids and put them before most all things, which surely qualifies me as nuts in today's world. It occurred to me after reading the Facebook posts by other less-enthralled mothers who were exasperated by all the snow days in January, that I may be the only mom in this state who likes being with her children. This is alarming and also worthy of a blog entry of its own. My children are my first priority, and I am okay with this. It's after that when things get a little less decisive.
Laundry, toenail polish, hair fretting, shoes, Jeffy, grocery shopping strategies, ceramic stovetop care, dream gardening, gluten anxiety, dental health, other family, breakfast, sleep, archaeological news, reading, breathing, and emptying the bagless vaccuum all swarm like vultures over my To Do list. They're a wild bunch that acknowledge no hierarchy. As you can see, my priorities are a mess.
Still, if I had to choose between teeth and a Coach purse, I am picking teeth. Thank you, fellow shopper lady, for calling that to my attention. I needed it!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Saturday, December 12, 2009
"Technis"
The other day I received an alarming text from one my kids informing me that technis does not come from rusted nails. Ummm . . . Technis? Really? Well, let me just tell you that I know EXACTLY how one gets "technis". "Technis" can be the unpleasant result of several things. Here are few of the causes:
a) reading a gift wish list from a teen with a plethora of electronic gadgets.
b) looking behind the television and trying to figure out what should be attached to which.
c) watching Ellen's 12 Days of Giveaways . . . just once, even.
d) figuring out the latest update of iTunes.
e) dropping on your foot the file box of index cards listing all your website passwords and usernames.
f) finding the one un-scannable item in the whole store when you're in a hurry.
g) keeping up with the time changes on this household's digital clocks.
h) mistaking "wireless" as "wire-free".
i) texting your children in their rooms when you are only downstairs - repeatedly.
j) calling internet technical support and being expected to know what all those blinking box thingies actually are.
k) being expected to start new collections of movies for every new video viewing method.
and perhaps the most dangerous -
l) not realizing the cute flashing "fishbowl" on the minivan dash is indication that something is wrong with a tire.
As you can see, "technis" is getting more and more difficult to avoid. Unfortunately, it is currently suspected the only cure maybe a lifetime membership to ITT Tech or to keep having children to stay on top of the technology for you.
Be careful out there. "Technis" is everywhere!
a) reading a gift wish list from a teen with a plethora of electronic gadgets.
b) looking behind the television and trying to figure out what should be attached to which.
c) watching Ellen's 12 Days of Giveaways . . . just once, even.
d) figuring out the latest update of iTunes.
e) dropping on your foot the file box of index cards listing all your website passwords and usernames.
f) finding the one un-scannable item in the whole store when you're in a hurry.
g) keeping up with the time changes on this household's digital clocks.
h) mistaking "wireless" as "wire-free".
i) texting your children in their rooms when you are only downstairs - repeatedly.
j) calling internet technical support and being expected to know what all those blinking box thingies actually are.
k) being expected to start new collections of movies for every new video viewing method.
and perhaps the most dangerous -
l) not realizing the cute flashing "fishbowl" on the minivan dash is indication that something is wrong with a tire.
As you can see, "technis" is getting more and more difficult to avoid. Unfortunately, it is currently suspected the only cure maybe a lifetime membership to ITT Tech or to keep having children to stay on top of the technology for you.
Be careful out there. "Technis" is everywhere!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Things I Don't Want for Christmas
In a perfect world I could cross stitch this on a sampler and display in a place where everyone could observe it. As a mother I can only fantasize about being so brash, but if I could I would...
Please, if you love me, don't gift me ....
-Anything that has to be plugged into a four prong outlet.
- Another watch. I've never worn a watch, that's what I use my cell phone for, yet I have, not a watch for every day, but a watch set to every time zone from the Northern Territory of Australia to the East Coast of the United States. Why?
- Anything flannel, footed, drop seated, covered in penguins, owls or sock monkeys, please! I've startled more than a few UPS guys when answering the door in my Christmas jammies from years past. Of course, if they delivered their goods at a decent hour I would be dressed, I swear.
- Anything that must be worn on the head, especially if it jingles, sparkles or lights up.
- Anything with a physical fitness application. Exercise tapes, yoga mats, wii games that make fun of your waistline, I'm on the fence about "lounge wear", they seem a lot like work out clothes to me, so, to be on the safe side, just leave those off your list, if you don't mind.
- Anything I can see myself in that isn't a picture frame or an antique mirror i.e. a toaster, crock pot, bread machine etc. etc. etc. If it's stainless steel and someone has to polish finger prints off of it, really, it's not a gift now is it?
- Another cookbook, it ain't helping.
-A kit of any sort. I still haven't finished the latch hook Santa rug my aunt sent me in 1992. When I finish that one, I still have the mosaic kit, the photo tinting kit, the cross stitch world map, I'm not sure I have enough years left as it is.
With all my love,
Mother
Please, if you love me, don't gift me ....
-Anything that has to be plugged into a four prong outlet.
- Another watch. I've never worn a watch, that's what I use my cell phone for, yet I have, not a watch for every day, but a watch set to every time zone from the Northern Territory of Australia to the East Coast of the United States. Why?
- Anything flannel, footed, drop seated, covered in penguins, owls or sock monkeys, please! I've startled more than a few UPS guys when answering the door in my Christmas jammies from years past. Of course, if they delivered their goods at a decent hour I would be dressed, I swear.
- Anything that must be worn on the head, especially if it jingles, sparkles or lights up.
- Anything with a physical fitness application. Exercise tapes, yoga mats, wii games that make fun of your waistline, I'm on the fence about "lounge wear", they seem a lot like work out clothes to me, so, to be on the safe side, just leave those off your list, if you don't mind.
- Anything I can see myself in that isn't a picture frame or an antique mirror i.e. a toaster, crock pot, bread machine etc. etc. etc. If it's stainless steel and someone has to polish finger prints off of it, really, it's not a gift now is it?
- Another cookbook, it ain't helping.
-A kit of any sort. I still haven't finished the latch hook Santa rug my aunt sent me in 1992. When I finish that one, I still have the mosaic kit, the photo tinting kit, the cross stitch world map, I'm not sure I have enough years left as it is.
With all my love,
Mother
Monday, December 7, 2009
Deck the Halls?
We deck the Christmas tree and whatever room we're able to fit it in that year. We deck the banisters with garland, we deck the kitchen and even the powder room, and have occasionally decked the dog. Outside we deck the front door and flower garden (dead flowers look so much more festive with wooden snowmen sitting in them) and our neighbors to both sides deck their roofs, yards, walkways, driveways, mailboxes, bushes, trees, dead gardens and doors--we think they might be trying to hail beings from other worlds, but it's not our electric bill so who are we to judge? My daughter has a flair with salt dough and paper chains and many years has the most decked out room in the whole house. But we never deck the Halls, in fact we've always been very fond of the Halls.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Things About Me by Rowena but inspired by Edwina
1. I'd rather just go ahead and write a check than have to save aluminum lids off the yogurt.
2. I feed the birds.
3. I may be the only person in America (not wearing scrunch socks) who still enjoys cross stitch.
4. My favorite color is green, green, green, or old red, or robin's egg blue or buttery yellow.
5. In my heart I really AM organized.
6. I sing. I sing just about any time, any place, any where.
7. I'm more than slightly germophobic.
8. Heck, I don't mind inventating my own words.
9. Reading is my favorite - books, papers, magazines, poetry, t-shirts, cereal boxes, bumper stickers.
10. I'm addicted to archaeological news. This beats a lot of things to which I could be addicted - like bacon. I am not addicted to bacon.
11. Love me some Facebook, and I wish everything in the world had "LIKE" buttons.
12. The God I've decided on for myself and my family is prettier, nicer, and bigger than most of the other gods about whom I've read.
13. I am not into golf, billiards, bridge, or Dungeons & Dragons. I am not much into games at all.
14. Laughter, in my opinion, should be the point of EVERYTHING.
15. The TV networks wait for me to say I like a show just so they can cancel it, so I will just keep my television viewing preferences to myself, thank you.
16. My hair is WAY weirder than Edwina's.
17. I dream of big savings as I clip coupons which I never, ever, ever use.
18. Math, I think, can take the fun out of a lot of things.
19. I am still friends with my very first non-family friend. We met when we were toddlers.
20. I don't know why I can't live in Stars Hollow.
2. I feed the birds.
3. I may be the only person in America (not wearing scrunch socks) who still enjoys cross stitch.
4. My favorite color is green, green, green, or old red, or robin's egg blue or buttery yellow.
5. In my heart I really AM organized.
6. I sing. I sing just about any time, any place, any where.
7. I'm more than slightly germophobic.
8. Heck, I don't mind inventating my own words.
9. Reading is my favorite - books, papers, magazines, poetry, t-shirts, cereal boxes, bumper stickers.
10. I'm addicted to archaeological news. This beats a lot of things to which I could be addicted - like bacon. I am not addicted to bacon.
11. Love me some Facebook, and I wish everything in the world had "LIKE" buttons.
12. The God I've decided on for myself and my family is prettier, nicer, and bigger than most of the other gods about whom I've read.
13. I am not into golf, billiards, bridge, or Dungeons & Dragons. I am not much into games at all.
14. Laughter, in my opinion, should be the point of EVERYTHING.
15. The TV networks wait for me to say I like a show just so they can cancel it, so I will just keep my television viewing preferences to myself, thank you.
16. My hair is WAY weirder than Edwina's.
17. I dream of big savings as I clip coupons which I never, ever, ever use.
18. Math, I think, can take the fun out of a lot of things.
19. I am still friends with my very first non-family friend. We met when we were toddlers.
20. I don't know why I can't live in Stars Hollow.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Things About Me, by Edwina
1. I believe in God.
2. I keep cookie dough balls in the freezer under the guise of being able to pop just a few out to bake at a time, but really I eat them all raw.
3. I like to be alone.
4. I don't watch much TV because I'd rather read, but I'd rather read with the TV on.
5. My favorite show is the British comedy Keeping Up Appearances, someday I'd like to have the nerve to be Hyacinth Bucket, pronounced bouquet.
6. I still call East Tennessee home, even though I haven't lived there in years.
7. I pick up mannerisms from people I spend time with, sometimes I say or do something and it reminds me of someone I knew long ago.
8. I've been to 49 states, 17 countries and 5 continents, but only learned one language.
9. I still have the first book I ever read Claude the Dog.
10. Someday, I'd like to write a book that someone would want to keep for thirty-five years.
11. I overreact, a lot.
12. I love to cook, but I'm not good at it.
13. I collect Starbucks mugs, but I don't know how to make decent coffee.
14. I'm hopeless with directions, I just wander around until I happen upon what I'm looking for.
15. I have weird hair.
16. My biggest fear is of dying before my kids are grown and on their own.
17. I have Nickelback and Neil Diamond on my ipod.
18. I have a birthday card signed by The Clash.
2. I keep cookie dough balls in the freezer under the guise of being able to pop just a few out to bake at a time, but really I eat them all raw.
3. I like to be alone.
4. I don't watch much TV because I'd rather read, but I'd rather read with the TV on.
5. My favorite show is the British comedy Keeping Up Appearances, someday I'd like to have the nerve to be Hyacinth Bucket, pronounced bouquet.
6. I still call East Tennessee home, even though I haven't lived there in years.
7. I pick up mannerisms from people I spend time with, sometimes I say or do something and it reminds me of someone I knew long ago.
8. I've been to 49 states, 17 countries and 5 continents, but only learned one language.
9. I still have the first book I ever read Claude the Dog.
10. Someday, I'd like to write a book that someone would want to keep for thirty-five years.
11. I overreact, a lot.
12. I love to cook, but I'm not good at it.
13. I collect Starbucks mugs, but I don't know how to make decent coffee.
14. I'm hopeless with directions, I just wander around until I happen upon what I'm looking for.
15. I have weird hair.
16. My biggest fear is of dying before my kids are grown and on their own.
17. I have Nickelback and Neil Diamond on my ipod.
18. I have a birthday card signed by The Clash.
19. I'm going to Scotland in 2012, God willing.
20. I'm soo team Edward.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Movie Review-- A Mom's Perspective, With Apologies to Rowena on the Subject Matter
Last Friday, at ten a.m., my daughter and I, and a theater full of other moms and their truant daughters, were witness to the Twilight book two phenomena called New Moon. If you missed it don't despair, because you, too, can see it, read it, listen to it, watch it on You Tube, look at life size posters of it on billboards, buses and tween girl's walls, buy postcards, calendars, action figures or, if you're a pacifist, maybe just ignore it, I think...
If you happen to be one of the seven people who have avoided reading this series, please read on with caution, spoilers may follow and I'd hate to ruin it for you.
New Moon is the story of a cute boy with a British accent that is forced to pretend a nineteenth century American accent and a girl from Arizona called Bella who isn't Italian, so don't bother trotting out your best lasagna recipe if she happens to be coming by for dinner. The first five minutes of the movie are dedicated to looking at Edward, the cute boy with the wasted British accent, it's more of a music video than a movie, so just sit back and try not to giggle or your twelve year old will glare at you. Whoops of "Team Edward!" and catcalls that would make a New York wrecking crew blush might ensue, just tune it out, all will be quiet soon. Then, Edward leaves Bella in a scene that I'm embarrassed to admit made me snuffle just a little, not because the scene was necessarily that emotional for me, but because it reminded me of that chapter in the book, which really made me teary, but I'm a little sappy that way, so you may not be at risk. Enter buff Jacob, "Team Jacob!", catcalls, etc. etc. etc. Bella is very depressed, Jacob is very buff, Bella gets a motorcycle, Jacob loses his shirt. Quiet, no one is allowed to speak while Jacob is shirtless, which is most of the rest of the movie. Jacob becomes a wolf, Bella becomes a daredevil, Edward becomes a lost boy. There are a few scenes that seem to be unintentionally funny, try not to laugh, tweeny glares can be dangerous. Bella jumps off a cliff, Jacob saves her, Alice 'sees' her, Edward thinks she's pulled a Juliet, hence there must be a Romeo. Edward goes to Italy, Bella goes to Italy, Edward loses his shirt, more catcalls (I really did try to control myself). Dakota Fanning is a grown up (when did that happen?), big fight, lots of pasty white guys, American tourists become lunch. And then, we're back where we started, in the woods, and all is well until Eclipse is released. All in all a thumbs up.
If you happen to be one of the seven people who have avoided reading this series, please read on with caution, spoilers may follow and I'd hate to ruin it for you.
New Moon is the story of a cute boy with a British accent that is forced to pretend a nineteenth century American accent and a girl from Arizona called Bella who isn't Italian, so don't bother trotting out your best lasagna recipe if she happens to be coming by for dinner. The first five minutes of the movie are dedicated to looking at Edward, the cute boy with the wasted British accent, it's more of a music video than a movie, so just sit back and try not to giggle or your twelve year old will glare at you. Whoops of "Team Edward!" and catcalls that would make a New York wrecking crew blush might ensue, just tune it out, all will be quiet soon. Then, Edward leaves Bella in a scene that I'm embarrassed to admit made me snuffle just a little, not because the scene was necessarily that emotional for me, but because it reminded me of that chapter in the book, which really made me teary, but I'm a little sappy that way, so you may not be at risk. Enter buff Jacob, "Team Jacob!", catcalls, etc. etc. etc. Bella is very depressed, Jacob is very buff, Bella gets a motorcycle, Jacob loses his shirt. Quiet, no one is allowed to speak while Jacob is shirtless, which is most of the rest of the movie. Jacob becomes a wolf, Bella becomes a daredevil, Edward becomes a lost boy. There are a few scenes that seem to be unintentionally funny, try not to laugh, tweeny glares can be dangerous. Bella jumps off a cliff, Jacob saves her, Alice 'sees' her, Edward thinks she's pulled a Juliet, hence there must be a Romeo. Edward goes to Italy, Bella goes to Italy, Edward loses his shirt, more catcalls (I really did try to control myself). Dakota Fanning is a grown up (when did that happen?), big fight, lots of pasty white guys, American tourists become lunch. And then, we're back where we started, in the woods, and all is well until Eclipse is released. All in all a thumbs up.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
A Ferocious Fall Fantasy
I am lost in a fantasy . . .
and in this fantasy I am disguised as a vengeful forest fairy (you should be thinking of something along the lines of the mean sea-witch in The Little Mermaid with a Smoky the Bear flair). I am howling a savage, haunting war cry while ninja flying through the trees, over the fences, to the neighbor’s yard. Once there I apprehend them by the hoods of their hoodies, and wrench the leaf blower and rakes from their hands. And while they watch in alarm and disbelief, I toss the blower into the fiery leaf inferno they’ve been working on all afternoon. Then I ninja flip my way into the forest behind our homes (to throw them off, of course, as I can’t have these neighbors with matches follow me home!), and let loose a tremendous roar which echoes loudly off the hills. This will cause someone to call 911, and when the authorities arrive they put out the fire and tell those neighbors to never, never burn leaves again. Ahhhhhh!!!!!! What a delightful autumn fantasy - - - BUT one that I shouldn't even have to have.
This isn’t the first time they’ve gone firebug on us. In the fall I can expect at least one smoke-filled, eye-burning, lung-shrinking episode per week. Frankly I am weary of the series and weary of them turning any afternoon into a bronchial spasm marathon.
Put down the matches, Sparky McKindlins! Let me breathe!
and in this fantasy I am disguised as a vengeful forest fairy (you should be thinking of something along the lines of the mean sea-witch in The Little Mermaid with a Smoky the Bear flair). I am howling a savage, haunting war cry while ninja flying through the trees, over the fences, to the neighbor’s yard. Once there I apprehend them by the hoods of their hoodies, and wrench the leaf blower and rakes from their hands. And while they watch in alarm and disbelief, I toss the blower into the fiery leaf inferno they’ve been working on all afternoon. Then I ninja flip my way into the forest behind our homes (to throw them off, of course, as I can’t have these neighbors with matches follow me home!), and let loose a tremendous roar which echoes loudly off the hills. This will cause someone to call 911, and when the authorities arrive they put out the fire and tell those neighbors to never, never burn leaves again. Ahhhhhh!!!!!! What a delightful autumn fantasy - - - BUT one that I shouldn't even have to have.
This isn’t the first time they’ve gone firebug on us. In the fall I can expect at least one smoke-filled, eye-burning, lung-shrinking episode per week. Frankly I am weary of the series and weary of them turning any afternoon into a bronchial spasm marathon.
Put down the matches, Sparky McKindlins! Let me breathe!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Let's Call the Whole Thing Off
I love the holiday season. From Halloween until New Years (or mid-January on occasion) my house will be decorated to suit the season with an embarrassing, and yet impressive, array of festive ornamentation for both indoors and out: jack O' lanterns, tin spiders, fall leaves, tiny bails of hay, Christmas wreathes, garden snowmen, sleigh bells, nutcrackers-the list goes on and on. Normally, I have these treasures of holidays past stashed in every available nook and cranny, filling baskets, buckets and bins--and more than one top closet shelf-- but, in my new home, I am blessed with an L shaped under-the-stairs closet. Square footage wise it's about the size of a small bedroom, but, because of the sloping ceiling and it's funny shape, it presents quite a problem when using it as storage. My husband took one look at it and saw his Mt. Everest. He practiced and planned, put boxes in, took boxes out, finally sorting out just the right sizes and shapes. At the end of the day, the closet was full top to bottom , side to side, front to back, like a gigantic puzzle. It was, and is, a thing of beauty. Unfortunately, somewhere in that perfect stack is my holiday decorations. So, we stand with two choices, sort through all those carefully put away bins until we find the ones marked Christmas, Halloween, and Thanksgiving, or just call the holidays off.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Patti, My Spirit Guide
I lose things. Car keys, my purse, shoes, recipes, addresses, my train of thought, my car in parking lots and, more often than not, my way. Anyone who knows me would never ask me to drive and if they ask me to meet them somewhere new, will expect me to be late even though I will have left an hour before anyone else. I've spent roughly as much time circling Disney World looking for my hotel as I have wandering through Disney World looking for my family, yet still, if my husband is not along, someone will hand me the map and say "We're following you", crazy people. My kids now quietly roll their eyes and look the other way when I make the same turn three times. I once made plans to meet a friend in a town half way between her house and mine, at a Cracker barrel. We arrived at different Cracker barrels, two miles apart, and waited there patiently for each other for nearly an hour before one of us thought to call and check on the other. Guess who was at the wrong restaurant? And I map quested that one. Recently, my husband bought me a GPS. I call her Patti because she has a tendency to talk just to hear her own voice, like "turn left on Alvarado Blvd... turn left in 800 yards... turn left in 400 yards... turn left in 200 yards... turn left at next intersection..." I get it, turn left! And my kids personal favorites, Patti chastising me when, despite her best instructing, I still miss that left, "Make immediate U-turn!" or "Recalculating, recalculating, recalculating.." You can almost hear her gritting her teeth and rolling her eyes. Still, I love Patti, and eventually, I get where I'm going.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)