After a particularly frustrating day, I thought to myself, "I wish I had an outlet to just vent and get it all out without D giving me feedback!" Then I remembered my long forgotten blog. Oh, how I have missed writing! Seriously, it's my therapy, much cheaper than an actual therapist, and the support of friends who comment. I love it!! So, rather than vent, I decided to count my blessings, internally and then share with whoever reads this, some of my favorite "worldly" things. You should all know that I love my family, I love the Lord, I love my friends, and I am grateful for my numerous blessings, but this isn't testimony meeting and I do love some worldly things, so sue me....
Here goes:
10. I love DVRs, Netflix, and all other forms of television technology. I love that no matter how freaking busy I am or how many times I hear my name called, whichever name that might be, or how late dinner is, I NEVER have to miss my favorite shows. Granted, it sometimes takes me weeks to get caught up on them, but I still love it! I only get to watch two to three hours of TV a week, if I'm lucky, but sitting down with a bowl of popcorn and watching "Melissa & Joey", "Big Bang Theory," or "Castle" whenever I finally do have the time, no matter what time it is....I LOVE IT!!
9. I love Facebook! I really do. As annoying and whiny it can get at times, I still love the drama of it all. I love when people fight via Facebook. I think it is better than any soap opera. I find it absolutely hilarious. I love knowing what is going on and seeing pictures of old friends' families that I otherwise would never have known. I love that I can message my cousins across the country, all at once if I want to. I love that friends that I lost contact with long ago are now found. I love that I can see their faces and have floods of fantastic memories come back! I love it!!
8. I love blankets! I love snuggly, warm, fluffy blankets! I love to snuggle with my Fuss or D. I love to wrap them up in a ball and use them as a pillow. I love keeping my toes warm on a cold winter day! I love that Fuss loves blankets as much as I do. I love that the blanket my grandparents gave me as a graduation gift 19 years ago, is still my favorite comforter. I love that Fuss calls it "Favorite Blanky." I love thinking of my grandma smiling down on him from heaven and knowing that a piece of her is still in my home.
7. I love grass, as in lawn! I love that after six years of living in a house with only weeds for a backyard we now have a small park for our children to play in! I love that 10,000 sq. feet of grass later, we have a place to put a swingset and place to host a barbeque. I love that we have a trampoline and that it is in the ground so that I can jump without my fat bouncing above the fence for all the neighbors to see. I love having a yard, even with all the mowing, dry spots, morning glory, and dog duty. I still love having a yard to hear my children laughing from!
6. I love my iPad! I love finding addictive games. I love that no matter where I go, I can play them. I love the convenience of it all. I could love my iPhone in this same sentiment, which I really do. I will love it even more when I get a new iPhone. :) (Just in case D reads this!)
5. I love capris and 3/4 length sleeve shirts. I do! Whoever invented these was the smartest person ever! I love that at least some of my fat can be covered, while I can still enjoy the coolness of a bare ankle. I love that no one has to look at my flappy arms, but I can still show off my chubby wrists. Seriously, genius and I salute them!
4. I love flip-flops! After three foot surgeries, I am not supposed to wear flip-flops anymore, but come on! How can a grown woman constantly wear tennis shoes and not feel like she should be in junior high?! I do love my tennis shoes, but you can only wear them so much! I wore them hiking, shopping, and I'll wear them at Disneyland, but that's about all I can handle. I love flip-flops, which is really just a great excuse to get a pedicure and who doesn't love a pedicure?!
3. I love Disneyland! I am more excited than my kids to go to Disneyland. I would be an annual passport holder if it was possible. I love the whole atmosphere. I love that when we go soon I will get to see the pure joy on our kids' faces as they experience all of it! I love that Fuss is as excited to go as I am and he has never even been there! I love rides, and chocolate covered bananas, and seeing the characters, and churros! I love their churros! I love it!!
2. I love sweats! If it were feasible, I would live in sweats. I want to die in sweats. I want to wear sweats at all times and in all places. I want sweats to look cute enough to do that. I want to look cute enough in them to do that. I really love my capri sweats, for obvious reasons. I love that they aren't binding, even on a bloaty day. I love that they go great with flip-flops. I love that you can be comfy snuggling up in a blanket while wearing sweats. I love that I can pick up my Bountiful Basket while wearing my sweats. I love that I can walk with my friends while wearing sweats and that it's okay to be out in the neighborhood wearing my pajamas because they are sweats! I LOVE sweats!!
1. I love Pepsi and ice cream! Yes, I even love them together. There was no way I could have chosen one over the other. I have tried to give up Pepsi countless times in my life. I am really good at it, temporarily. However, I can't seem to do it permanently. It's not because I'm addicted. I don't have to have it. I have proven that by going without for over a year. It's because I want it. I love the calmness of the caffeine, like taking my Ritalin all over again! I love the burning of the carbonation in my throat. I love the taste. I love all of it. I LOVE PEPSI! I love the sweet coldness of ice cream sliding down my throat. I love almost all flavors that do not contain cherries. I love that no matter how full you are, you can always have ice cream because it melts and fills in the gaps between the other foods (there is no secret why weight is my biggest challenge!)! I love that it was my grandpa's favorite treat. I love it store bought, hard, soft, homemade, with hot fudge or caramel. I LOVE ICE CREAM!!
So there you go...the little things that make me happy. They are most definitely things I could live with out, but hope I don't ever have to. I know they are based on true happiness, so don't judge me, cause really it's better than a whiny post! :)
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
The de-evolution of language...
When our kids start talking, we as moms get so excited with all the new words they learn. I admit that even now, at nearly 5 years old, I crack up when I hear Fuss say something that is grammatically correct, but just sounds to grownup for him to be saying. So, I wonder how our moms and English teachers feel knowing that all of the wonderful words and grammar and punctuation they taught us has been tossed out the window. Using myself as an example, when I was in my 20's, I know I would say such correct things as, "Excuse me. I need to use the restroom." That has now been exchanged in my everyday life for, "Seriously! Can I not even go potty in peace?!" Yes, I used to use the restroom. Now I go potty, just like when I was 5. I also used to drink chocolate milk, but now I occasionally have a glass of "choca mil." I used to take a bath, and now every once in a while I able to sneak away to have a "baffie." I know as a mother that I should be teaching Fuss to enunciate his letters and complete his words, but some of these things keep him small to me, and I like that. So I regress to hold onto the moment.
I kinda (yes, kinda...not kind of) think there is no point in teaching him correctly because network socializing has destroyed the English language as we used to know it. Warning: I am about to express my opinion, so please do not get offended. I am speaking in general and do have any one particular person in mind while writing this! With that said, it drives me crazy that spelling and grammar are completely ignored in this day and age. I have a really hard time with reading messages, or posts, or whatever written form of communication I find, from grown men and women who write phonetically placing several thoughts into one run-on sentence. It drives me even crazier when adults have replaced entire words with one letter or even a number. It drives me crazy when I see posts like "I git to C my friend 2nite. Its bin 4ever!" Really, has it "bin 4ever," has it, or has it "been forever?" I don't even know how to measure how long "ever" is, let alone four of them, or why you were ever in a bin together....seems like it would be a little cramped to me, unless it was a very large bin. I'll admit, I used to write that way too, but I was 13. I also have to admit that I wrote that way in college, but only to irritate another person (I know, I was as shallow then as I am now). We had a whiteboard in our apartment for phone messages, "meet on campus" messages, annoy the crap out of your roommate messages, you know the typical. One day someone, maybe me or not, I don't remember, wrote "M R Spiders. M R Not. S A R. C D E D B D I's. O My L, M R Spiders." on the board. The owner of the board was so mad that someone had written "L" on her board that she erased it and wrote a reprimanding note letting everyone know that such inappropriate words like "L" were not to be written on the board! As such, the letter "L" was never again written on the board. All messages that should have an "L" in them were left with just blanks, such as a message for someone named Jill to call someone name Alan, would have looked like this: "Ji , A an ca ed. P ease ca him back as soon as possib e." I thought it was funny, but never again did I use a letter in place of a word...
Now, I am not judging those who still do! Really, I'm not, because for all I know, these people may be trying to stay connected to their teenagers the same way I do with Fuss when I help him put his shoes on his "feeties."
There is just one more thing that really, truly, more than anything else, gets me about written language in texts or on the internet; it is the assumption that people can say whatever they want to anyone else...as long as it is followed by an emotioncon, lol, or haha. When I was a kid, I would never have dared to write my friend a note with negative comments about her personality, looks, intelligence, anything. It would have hurt her feelings and if I felt that way, why would I have been friends with her. Yet today, it is socially acceptable for kids to post things like, "U R so dum! Haha." or "U r a big fat witch! lol!" and it's okay because it is followed by "lol" and "haha" so no offense can be taken?! Sorry, but I think I would still take offense not only because I was called a fat witch, but also because they think its funny that I'm a fat witch, which no one would dare to say to my face, except my sister. We actually make fun of this concept, but only with each other, and only to each others' faces. She can tell me things like, "You're retarded! L-O-L!" or "You Wish you could be like me! Smiley face!" I may even be able to handle it written from her because least I know that if she would have written it out, she would have used actual words, not just letters. Honestly, I'm kind of afraid for English teachers of the future.
Now, I will hop off my soap box (which I really wish you could see the visual of me "hopping" off of anything cause you really would LOL)! Fuss is getting dressed and I'm going to go poke him in the "belly hole." That's right, no bellybuttons in this house...at least until he's older!
I kinda (yes, kinda...not kind of) think there is no point in teaching him correctly because network socializing has destroyed the English language as we used to know it. Warning: I am about to express my opinion, so please do not get offended. I am speaking in general and do have any one particular person in mind while writing this! With that said, it drives me crazy that spelling and grammar are completely ignored in this day and age. I have a really hard time with reading messages, or posts, or whatever written form of communication I find, from grown men and women who write phonetically placing several thoughts into one run-on sentence. It drives me even crazier when adults have replaced entire words with one letter or even a number. It drives me crazy when I see posts like "I git to C my friend 2nite. Its bin 4ever!" Really, has it "bin 4ever," has it, or has it "been forever?" I don't even know how to measure how long "ever" is, let alone four of them, or why you were ever in a bin together....seems like it would be a little cramped to me, unless it was a very large bin. I'll admit, I used to write that way too, but I was 13. I also have to admit that I wrote that way in college, but only to irritate another person (I know, I was as shallow then as I am now). We had a whiteboard in our apartment for phone messages, "meet on campus" messages, annoy the crap out of your roommate messages, you know the typical. One day someone, maybe me or not, I don't remember, wrote "M R Spiders. M R Not. S A R. C D E D B D I's. O My L, M R Spiders." on the board. The owner of the board was so mad that someone had written "L" on her board that she erased it and wrote a reprimanding note letting everyone know that such inappropriate words like "L" were not to be written on the board! As such, the letter "L" was never again written on the board. All messages that should have an "L" in them were left with just blanks, such as a message for someone named Jill to call someone name Alan, would have looked like this: "Ji , A an ca ed. P ease ca him back as soon as possib e." I thought it was funny, but never again did I use a letter in place of a word...
Now, I am not judging those who still do! Really, I'm not, because for all I know, these people may be trying to stay connected to their teenagers the same way I do with Fuss when I help him put his shoes on his "feeties."
There is just one more thing that really, truly, more than anything else, gets me about written language in texts or on the internet; it is the assumption that people can say whatever they want to anyone else...as long as it is followed by an emotioncon, lol, or haha. When I was a kid, I would never have dared to write my friend a note with negative comments about her personality, looks, intelligence, anything. It would have hurt her feelings and if I felt that way, why would I have been friends with her. Yet today, it is socially acceptable for kids to post things like, "U R so dum! Haha." or "U r a big fat witch! lol!" and it's okay because it is followed by "lol" and "haha" so no offense can be taken?! Sorry, but I think I would still take offense not only because I was called a fat witch, but also because they think its funny that I'm a fat witch, which no one would dare to say to my face, except my sister. We actually make fun of this concept, but only with each other, and only to each others' faces. She can tell me things like, "You're retarded! L-O-L!" or "You Wish you could be like me! Smiley face!" I may even be able to handle it written from her because least I know that if she would have written it out, she would have used actual words, not just letters. Honestly, I'm kind of afraid for English teachers of the future.
Now, I will hop off my soap box (which I really wish you could see the visual of me "hopping" off of anything cause you really would LOL)! Fuss is getting dressed and I'm going to go poke him in the "belly hole." That's right, no bellybuttons in this house...at least until he's older!
Thursday, February 23, 2012
So that's how it works....
I am a curious person by nature. I can't help it. I want to know everything about everyone and every situation. As an adult I can kind of keep my curiosity under control, and I am good at keeping confidences, but I'm still curious. When I was a kid my mom once told me that she had a teacher who had told her that there was no such thing as a stupid question, but she wanted to take me to meet him to prove that there was. That's how many questions I asked...
Now days, I just annoy D with my constant questions. I can't help it, really! I think of things that I think the rest of society just accepts, such as why does everyone who is homeless have access to cardboard and black Sharpies? I have asked some of my close friends this very question and no one has an answer! I mean no disrespect to homeless people anywhere, I just want to know if there is a secret supply house? Does U-haul donate? Can I donate? We just recycled a bunch of cardboard boxes that I could have donated to this cause, just like the clothes to a thrift store, not to mention the 13 million Sharpies that have come to reside in my house. I even have different colors if they wanted to mix it up a little from the black.
Because of my constant curiosity, I get to have interesting conversations with Fuss. I have learned so much about how a guy's mind works from him. It is just as I have always suspected, simplified and shallowish... Like at Christmas time, Fuss started to freak out because there was only one day of preschool left before Christmas break and he hadn't gotten a present for his "girlfriend," B. We didn't get her one because I don't want him to be the crazy stalker, overbearing freak at the age of 4, even though they have been "in love" for over a year. As B put it to her mom, "Fuss and I first fell in love at preschool." Thankfully, it is a mutual "love." Anyway, in his little freakout show, he declares to me, "I didn't get B a present yet!"
So, I calmly ask him, "What did you want to get her?"
"I really wanted to get her a La La Lutsy doll."
"Yeah?" (while thinking, "what in the crap is a La La Lutsy doll??" since they are La La Loopsy? I don't have girls!)
"Yeah, but I saw them when I was at Wal-Mart with Daddy and I hated them!"
"You hated them?" (Maybe they weren't cute dolls? Maybe they didn't have a good selection?)
"Yeah, they were like a hundred and thirty bucks!! And I don't have that kind of money! That is a lot of money!!"
So the value of love has a dollar sign?! I didn't know that was how it worked, especially since whatever the crap their name is dolls don't really cost that much...
Just a few minutes ago I was sitting at the computer in my bedroom, working, while Fuss was watching TV. A commercial for something to do with manicures and nail polish came on and in a panicked voice, Fuss says to me, "Mommy!? Mommy!!??" Concerned, I turned around and said, "What?" To which he responded, "Don't you want that?" I glanced at the TV and told him that it looked pretty nice and maybe I would like it. His response taught me a valuable lesson that needs to be quickly retaught, "Then why didn't you say you wanted it? That is how you get stuff! You have to say you want it when you see it!" Oh...that's how that works...poor kid, not anymore!
Now days, I just annoy D with my constant questions. I can't help it, really! I think of things that I think the rest of society just accepts, such as why does everyone who is homeless have access to cardboard and black Sharpies? I have asked some of my close friends this very question and no one has an answer! I mean no disrespect to homeless people anywhere, I just want to know if there is a secret supply house? Does U-haul donate? Can I donate? We just recycled a bunch of cardboard boxes that I could have donated to this cause, just like the clothes to a thrift store, not to mention the 13 million Sharpies that have come to reside in my house. I even have different colors if they wanted to mix it up a little from the black.
Because of my constant curiosity, I get to have interesting conversations with Fuss. I have learned so much about how a guy's mind works from him. It is just as I have always suspected, simplified and shallowish... Like at Christmas time, Fuss started to freak out because there was only one day of preschool left before Christmas break and he hadn't gotten a present for his "girlfriend," B. We didn't get her one because I don't want him to be the crazy stalker, overbearing freak at the age of 4, even though they have been "in love" for over a year. As B put it to her mom, "Fuss and I first fell in love at preschool." Thankfully, it is a mutual "love." Anyway, in his little freakout show, he declares to me, "I didn't get B a present yet!"
So, I calmly ask him, "What did you want to get her?"
"I really wanted to get her a La La Lutsy doll."
"Yeah?" (while thinking, "what in the crap is a La La Lutsy doll??" since they are La La Loopsy? I don't have girls!)
"Yeah, but I saw them when I was at Wal-Mart with Daddy and I hated them!"
"You hated them?" (Maybe they weren't cute dolls? Maybe they didn't have a good selection?)
"Yeah, they were like a hundred and thirty bucks!! And I don't have that kind of money! That is a lot of money!!"
So the value of love has a dollar sign?! I didn't know that was how it worked, especially since whatever the crap their name is dolls don't really cost that much...
Just a few minutes ago I was sitting at the computer in my bedroom, working, while Fuss was watching TV. A commercial for something to do with manicures and nail polish came on and in a panicked voice, Fuss says to me, "Mommy!? Mommy!!??" Concerned, I turned around and said, "What?" To which he responded, "Don't you want that?" I glanced at the TV and told him that it looked pretty nice and maybe I would like it. His response taught me a valuable lesson that needs to be quickly retaught, "Then why didn't you say you wanted it? That is how you get stuff! You have to say you want it when you see it!" Oh...that's how that works...poor kid, not anymore!
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Yoga...not really for everyone...
I realize it has been a while, but at least it hasn't been two years! I am going to attempt to do better, but lets face it I'm not real great in the resolution department. As evident by my constant battle for determination to lose weight. It is this very battle that brings me here tonight...
For Christmas my sister-in-law, whom I adore and aspire to look like without having to do all the work, gave me a beginner's yoga kit. I had mentioned that I really wanted to get serious about losing weight, long term. She does yoga and looks like she does yoga, hence the aspiration to look like her. So it really was the perfect gift. As such, this morning (yes, only this morning) after nearly a month of staring at the lovely green box (green is my favorite color) I was lying in bed, hoping for a nap, and mentioned to Fuss that maybe we should do yoga together. You would have thought I asked him to go for a Pepsi and a caramel-cookie dough shake. He was so excited! I let his excitement brew for a bit and then like the good mom I am I tried to talk him out of it. I was really tired after all! That was not going to happen. It took mere minutes of his nonstop chatter, his changing into shorts without a shirt so he could look like the guy on the box, running upstairs to grab an extra yoga mat and block, and even finding his belt to use as a yoga strap, for me to realize the only way to make it stop was to indeed do the yoga.
So Fuss and I cleared a spot in my room to lay out our mats. He insisted that his be right next to mine, even though I insisted we needed some room. I found that arguing with a 4-year-old who keeps saying, "Yes, this will be so good! You will feel so good!" even though he has never even been exposed to yoga before is an act of futility. It's a good thing I was too tired to care. We started out doing a simple warmup. I can lie on my back and practice breathing and meditation with the best of them. Sometimes in this house you have to pretend to be nearly dead just to get some peace and quiet, even then it's questionable though! The further we got into the workout, I more I realized that the person I want to pretend I am no longer exists. It's really an eye opener when some random dude on your TV tells you to simply pull your knee to your chest and you think he's lucky you got it off the floor. Seriously, I know why fat people do not do yoga. It's because their stomach is between their knee and their chest and there is no getting around it, over it, or even beside it, which actually is easier than the other two options.
I do have to admit also that I loved watching Fuss follow all the moves and try so hard. Since he was so much better at it than I was, he gave me encouraging words like, "wrap your arm around your knee, Mommy" to which I responded, "I think my arms have shrunk while the rest of me has grown." Although I know that yoga is supposed to be relaxing and help you be focused and ready for the day, I think that day is a long way away. I really feel no more confident than I did staring at the pretty green box. In retrospect, I kind of wish I had a video camera to watch later for a good humiliating laugh, but overwhelming glad that I didn't at the same time. I know more than a few people who would love to hold that over my head.
As we were driving home from some errands this afternoon, Fuss asked me if we could do "our" yoga again tonight. I told him it might be possible. He also told me that we should take the yoga DVD to grandma's because "Grandma really loves yoga!" That surely must be where I got it from. I didn't know it was a genetic trait! All I can say is that I truly hope it does get better, easier, less humiliating, etc, because Fuss has announced to me that "we will do yoga everyday!!" Yay!!
For Christmas my sister-in-law, whom I adore and aspire to look like without having to do all the work, gave me a beginner's yoga kit. I had mentioned that I really wanted to get serious about losing weight, long term. She does yoga and looks like she does yoga, hence the aspiration to look like her. So it really was the perfect gift. As such, this morning (yes, only this morning) after nearly a month of staring at the lovely green box (green is my favorite color) I was lying in bed, hoping for a nap, and mentioned to Fuss that maybe we should do yoga together. You would have thought I asked him to go for a Pepsi and a caramel-cookie dough shake. He was so excited! I let his excitement brew for a bit and then like the good mom I am I tried to talk him out of it. I was really tired after all! That was not going to happen. It took mere minutes of his nonstop chatter, his changing into shorts without a shirt so he could look like the guy on the box, running upstairs to grab an extra yoga mat and block, and even finding his belt to use as a yoga strap, for me to realize the only way to make it stop was to indeed do the yoga.
So Fuss and I cleared a spot in my room to lay out our mats. He insisted that his be right next to mine, even though I insisted we needed some room. I found that arguing with a 4-year-old who keeps saying, "Yes, this will be so good! You will feel so good!" even though he has never even been exposed to yoga before is an act of futility. It's a good thing I was too tired to care. We started out doing a simple warmup. I can lie on my back and practice breathing and meditation with the best of them. Sometimes in this house you have to pretend to be nearly dead just to get some peace and quiet, even then it's questionable though! The further we got into the workout, I more I realized that the person I want to pretend I am no longer exists. It's really an eye opener when some random dude on your TV tells you to simply pull your knee to your chest and you think he's lucky you got it off the floor. Seriously, I know why fat people do not do yoga. It's because their stomach is between their knee and their chest and there is no getting around it, over it, or even beside it, which actually is easier than the other two options.
I do have to admit also that I loved watching Fuss follow all the moves and try so hard. Since he was so much better at it than I was, he gave me encouraging words like, "wrap your arm around your knee, Mommy" to which I responded, "I think my arms have shrunk while the rest of me has grown." Although I know that yoga is supposed to be relaxing and help you be focused and ready for the day, I think that day is a long way away. I really feel no more confident than I did staring at the pretty green box. In retrospect, I kind of wish I had a video camera to watch later for a good humiliating laugh, but overwhelming glad that I didn't at the same time. I know more than a few people who would love to hold that over my head.
As we were driving home from some errands this afternoon, Fuss asked me if we could do "our" yoga again tonight. I told him it might be possible. He also told me that we should take the yoga DVD to grandma's because "Grandma really loves yoga!" That surely must be where I got it from. I didn't know it was a genetic trait! All I can say is that I truly hope it does get better, easier, less humiliating, etc, because Fuss has announced to me that "we will do yoga everyday!!" Yay!!
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