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Unusual Summer Reading

Remember when you were a kid, and you set off from the last day of school with a summer reading list?  Pages and pages of wonderful books, asking to be read.  Library card in hand, you happily spend lazy summer afternoons with a book in one hand and an ice cream sandwich in the other.

Maybe that was just me.

So far, I have found that the worst part of being a working adult is summer.  What do you mean I don’t get summer vacation?  What do you mean I have to spend the sunniest, laziest days sitting in a fluorescent chamber of boredom and deadlines?  What do you mean I don’t get a summer reading list and hours of freedom to spend reading?

Well, this summer I have decided to make my own reading list and spend also some time doing these personality quizzes. Sure I am SAHM and I don’t think I will develop my career any time soon but it was really fun to taking the quiz and  read about my career personality and possible jobs.

Then instead of lazing on the couch watching mindless TV after work/dinner/housework, I’ll be lazing on the couch reading one classic after another.  That’s right, I’m focusing on the classics.  No fluffy novels about shopping or engagement rings for me!  Only the truly good stuff.  And I’m off to a great start.

Enjoy Every Minute With Your Child!

Some great advice I received when I was a “new mom,”  was to try and enjoy each moment with my baby.  Below are a few tips to help you enjoy your little one. I am a mom to a 21-month-old, and I can’t believe that he is already almost two. The first year was tough, feeling sleep deprived, and having to care for another person that was completely dependent on me was so exciting and exhausting all in the same breath.

The second year has been filled with challenges of an “almost terrible two-year-old”, and trying to set boundaries, yet still let him explore the world. But every day has been an adventure and I loved every minute of the smiles, giggles, and the first steps, and words.  And I am really enjoying the innocence of childhood, and it amazes me.

It has been so rewarding watching my son develop into a little being with thoughts and a cute personality as he explores his environment.  I love the “wows”, when he sees something new and exciting. I certainly don’t know everything about parenting, and I just try to be a good mom.  But when I am having a “mommy stress moment”, I try to remember why I love my little man, and how much I enjoy being a mom!

Rude behavior seems to be consistent with doctor’s offices

I am soooooo frustrated right now! I am trying to set a doctor’s appointment for my son and can’t even get through to the appointment desk. I have called and called and called only to get a busy signal every time. I looked in the phone book and there was another number listed to call in case there was no answer at the main number.

I called the alternative number and asked to set an appointment. I was tersely informed that I had to call the main number. I explained that I had been trying to call the main number for half an hour and kept getting a busy signal. She smarted off, “Keep trying” and hung up. Perhaps this alternate number was an emergency number, but it was not listed as such in the phone book, and she never informed me of such either.

This kind of rude behavior seems to be consistent with doctor’s offices these days. I have encountered it several times during my own office visits, but this particular clinic seems to have cornered the market. The doctor is great (which is the only reason I have stayed with this clinic), but the office staff is horrible. When you can actually get a call through to them, 9 times out of 10, they are abrupt and impolite.

Little Pieces Of Me

Everyone seems to have a list about themselves, so I thought, “Why not share some of my specializes with the all of you? You deserve to have a little sunshine in your bleak lives.” However, in the interest of keeping your jealousy down to a minimum, I will only share a few morsels of Craziness.

  • You know that cologne of perfume that you or [men, insert appropriate term] – (your wife/your girlfriend/your significant other/your mother/that person you are stalking)- wear(s) that smells so good. Well, that is what I smell like all the time. It is my natural scent. I don’t have body odor, I have body aroma. I just smell that good. In fact, that cologne or perfume you like, it is actually essence of me. That’s right, I bottle my own natural scent and share it with others, because I hate to be stingy.
  • I am the smartest person who has ever lived. Socrates, Aristotle, DaVinci, Einstein; they had nothing on me. Their brilliance is but a dull glimmer compared to the blindly glare of my genius. I am so smart that I wisely hide my exceptional intelligence to throw off the masses of people who may become jealous and seek to destroy what they could never possible be.

Feeling guilty for being happy

Do you ever feel guilty for being happy when there is so much sadness around you? I watch the news and am horrified and saddened by what’s happening abroad and in America.  I listen to the stories of suffering right here in our community with people losing their jobs and trying to figure out how they will take care of their family.

I watch the news and heart sinks but then I turn off the TV and start making dinner for my family.  By the time we’re sitting around the table and having dinner, I’ve pretty much forgotten the misery that a mere hour ago had infested my heart.

Now I’m playing with my little boys and making them laugh by making silly faces.  After dinner, we run around and play tag and all fall on the floor in a pile of giggles.

Singing A Lullaby Never Felt So Good

Singing would be part of my mommy duties. It wasn’t a duty that I took so very naturally. To be honest, I’m not a very good singer. Everyone said that it wasn’t about how well you sing but just that you connect with your child. So I gave it a try even though it felt really awkward.

I remember the first time I sang to him. He was only a few months old and when I started singing You Are My Sunshine his eyes lit up and he stared at me with such concentration. Wow, this singing stuff really works, I thought. I was completely shocked. Now I had to come up with a few more songs to add to my repertoire.

You would think it would be easy to sing songs to your child but I found it quite challenging. I couldn’t find songs that I knew the words to that a child would like. I had to actually look up songs on the Internet. How lame is that?

I finally settled on a few classics (Hush Little Baby, the Wheels on the Bus, etc.) and sung those over and over (mostly making up my own words for the second and third verses).

Why did I dye my grey hair

I have grey hair. I never thought that I would care when I got grey hair.  I liked my hair natural and didn’t feel a need to color it.  In fact, I prided myself on my ability to stay natural and intended to never color my hair.  I thought that it was more important to be happy with myself the way I was than to start the endless cycle of covering up the aging process.

I felt the same way about makeup.  I rarely wore makeup and almost reveled in the fact that I didn’t feel the need to wear makeup on a daily basis. I always thought it was healthier (mentally and physically) to not put all that stuff on your face and all those chemicals in your hair.

But as the grey hair multiplied and my skin started to look a little more aged, my faith in the beauty of “natural” started to crumble.  Then one day I saw a picture of myself with my kids and realized that I looked different than I felt.

Update With A Cookie

I’m feeling all lovey dovey tonight.
And not just towards my husband (because he just volunteered to help me with the Valentine’s cookies that I’m making for my ladies tea party!) but also towards the great friends that I’ve either made or gotten closer to because of this blog.

Thank you so much for your comments and support.  I can’t believe you’re still reading this thing after all these months of mostly goofy posts (with some being total downers) but I’m SO happy you’re still here. Love you, love you, love you and……love you!

OK, I have some updates to share!

Famous Encounters of the Schmoe Kind

Tonight’s post was inspired by my friend Kate’s story about how she almost met Tom Cruise!

Growing up, I watched a lot of TV and LOVED going to the movies so to meet (or almost meet) any famous person was a giant thrill (and to be honest, probably still is today). So I love stories about how regular schmoes like me or any friend of mine meet movie stars.

So, in honor of Kate’s story, I thought I’d share a few stories of my own about how I met or almost met a few famous people.

1. Clint Eastwood – When I was about 14 I volunteered at a charity fashion show that his daughter was in. I was leaning against the back wall watching the show when I realized that Clint was standing right next me. He was so tall! I just froze. I didn’t say anything and didn’t move until about 10 minutes later when he walked away. Don’t worry, it gets better.

If My Husband Left Me, I’d Prefer That It Was For…

I recently heard someone say about the Angelina/Brad/Jennifer thing that it would especially hard for her to see her husband run off with such a beautiful woman.

The implication was that it would be harder than, for example, if he had left her for an average looking woman or an uglier woman. This made me think, would it really be better (or make me feel better) if my husband left me for a less attractive woman? Or an older woman?

Wouldn’t that be worse? Kind of like the Charles/Diana/Camilla love triangle. I always thought that situation was especially hard for Diana because Charles loved Camilla so much, not because she was more beautiful or younger, but because he and Camilla were (presumably) intellectually and spiritually connected in a way that was much more substantive and meaningful than with Diana.

So, I wondered, hypothetically, if your husband were to leave you, would you prefer that it was for:

1. A much more beautiful woman with similar career and/or intellect as you.

2. A much uglier woman with similar career and/or intellect as you.

3. A much younger woman with no real intellect.

4. A much older woman with a lot of money.