Monthly Archives: May 2010

departure

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I know the expectation is to come here and read about my kids.  However today, I’m taking a different road.  Not because my kids have stopped entertaining us, but rather because this past week has been filled with many many highs, so high they should be acknowledged.

The week began with a celebration at my father’s home.  All nine kids arrived with families in tow, to wish him a happy 89th birthday.  The day we chose to celebrate his long life also happened to be my 46th birthday.  I can’t remember the last time I spent my birthday with all my brothers and sisters, in our “family” home.  The only thing missing was my Mom, though, she was there, just hidden from view.

We laughed, ate too much food and talked endlessly about our kids, the future and our mutual adoration for our father.  When the time came to try and tell him how we all felt, he kept interrupting, “Tell them about this, or tell them about that…” wanting us to focus on parts of our lives that included him, instead of focusing solely on him. When I asked him earlier in the week, what he wanted for his birthday, he shook his head and said, “I just want my family”.  We were all blessed by his wish.

On Wednesday (Dad’s actual birth date), my husband and I celebrated twenty years of marriage.  One could think since I met this man when I was 18 and have been his constant companion for 24 years, reaching 20 years of marriage wouldn’t mean much.   They would be wrong.  Adjusting to another person’s personality; fertility issues; life’s pressures; job stresses, among many others; all combined to try and pull our love apart.  No one said, “Marriage was easy”,   like life, you have to scratch and fight to succeed sometimes.  Reaching this milestone is an awesome reminder that love does conquer all.

Here’s to the next twenty, thirty and beyond.  Love ya babe!!

**I know there is away to attach music to this blog, but for the life of me, I can’t seem to make it work. However, me being me, I’m going to post the lyrics to the song I wanted to have playing, so you could see how well they go together.  Honestly, find the song online and listen while reading.  You’ll get the gist…

Love                               Sugarland

Is it the face of a child
Is it the thrill of danger
Is it the kindness we see in the eyes of a stranger
Is it more than faith
Is it more than hope
Is it waiting for us at the end of our rope

Chorus:
I say, it’s love
I say, it’s love

Is it the one you call home
Is it the Holy Land
Is it standing right here holding your hand
Is it just like the movies
Is it rice and white lace
Is it the feeling I get when I wake to your face

Repeat Chorus

Is it the first summer storm
Is it the colors of fall
Is it having so little
And yet having it all
Is it one in a million
Is it a chance to belong
Is it standing right here singing this song

Repeat Chorus 4 times

Is it a veil or a cross
Is it the poet’s gift
Is it the face that has launched over thousands of ships

is it making you laugh
is it letting you cry
Is it where we believe that we go when we die
Is it how you were made
Is it your mother’s ghost
Is it the wish that I’m wishing for you life, for you life, for your life the most

…I see

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“Why do you hate me?” the boy asked, when I warned him of an impending bedroom cleaning.  “Hate?  I don’t hate you.  I hate how your room looks right now, not you”, I said in return.  “Same thing!” he retorted.  Wow, that was just for warning him.  I wonder what I’ll get when I actually get to his room and start cleaning.

If I had a dollar (inflation) for every sock I picked up off the doll’s bedroom floor yesterday, I’d have made about $20.  If I had a dollar (inflation) for every YuGiOh card I have picked up off the floor I’d be retired living in Cancun.  Ahhh, pipe dreams.

“Mom, when you eat grapes, you don’t so much as eat them as much as you encounter them”. (The boy)

We are traveling to Florida for a week this summer.  The doll is already packed.

Yesterday during a thunderstorm, the kids had more fun running in the rain, getting soaked.  Truth is, how warm the day was, the rain felt good.

KR, the boy’s friend has come over to our house every day this week.  The boy has never been happier; except for the impending threat of cleaning his room.

The Game Room (or the lame room)

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The boy and his friend KR have been planning a trip to the area Game Room; an establishment whose sole purpose is to provide a place where strategists can get together and play games.  In other words, a great place to find cheap YuGiOh cards, game pieces and many many geeks.  Not that my son is a geek mind you, just saying…

The boy’s father was picking up some much needed overtime, so the doll and I had to accompany the boys on their adventure.  I really had no clue what to expect when we pulled into the parking lot.  I was impressed by the numerous cars there and imagined video game set ups, much like the game rooms we grew up on.  I was wrong.  Instead the store was divided into sections: comic books (a better name would be graphic novellas); an area for board game play-with 3d effects and card play.  Along the walls were various game pieces, models and game enhancements. However, the only thing the boys were interested in was the cheap ten cent YuGiOh cards kept on their front counter.

As the boys scoured the stack, the doll and I walked around.  I decided to check out the comic book section and was surprised by what I found.  The doll, clearly not impressed, kept asking when we could leave.  “Please, doll, let the boys find their cards.  The boy has been looking forward to this all weekend”.  Agreeing, but not happy, she continued walking around in a bored, shoulders and head down manner.

Every once in a while I would walk over to see how they were doing.  Both boys were desperately looking for good cards in a mediocre stack.  They talked back and forth, examining each card, excitedly noting each card’s good or bad points.   The doll was becoming disgusted.  “Mom, this is just dumb”, she kept saying over and over.  I noticed another mom waiting for her son in the back.  She was smart.  Not only did she not have a “doll” with her, she brought reading material to help her pass the time. “Note to self”, I thought.

When the boys found all they could, we prepared to leave.  The doll almost danced for joy out the door.  I found the contrast amusing.  The boy was as happy as a clam that he and KR had the chance to play future YuGiOh games with these cards, while the doll was happy this new form of torture was over.  Me, I was happy it was dad’s turn next time.

fashionista part two

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Well, I couldn’t let her slight get past me, without proving a point.  See the doll needs to think before she speaks.  What better way to show her I know how to embarrass her, than to do so purposely after school.  Yes that makes me mean.  Take a look at my blog name.  I’m well aware.

But, I have to say, I didn’t plan on dressing funny until I was washing my kitchen floor this afternoon.   As I pushed the mop back and forth, an idea emerged: a plan really, on just what I could wear that would embarrass my children.  Do I really own ugly embarrassing clothes?  Yes I do.  So I found my funny socks, that go up past my knees;  found my “over-all” green shorts and a dressy tank top shirt, which allow my bra straps to be visibly prominent to the world; then  matted down my hair and put on a ball cap.  I stood looking in the mirror sizing up this “crazy” look, and then unbuckled one of the overall hooks, really showing off that tank top and left for the school.

As I exited the house, for a moment I hesitated.  Was I really going to embarrass them or simply myself?  What the hell? I’m out the door.  Being 46 years old is liberating at times, especially when embarrassing my children will teach them a lesson.  While walking to school I received a number of people yelling out their windows, as their cars rolled by.  I stopped one of the moms so she could take my picture.  “I was wondering what you were doing. ” she said with a laugh.  As I entered the “courtyard” where the kids are released from school, several mothers approached me.  I received many odd glances and chuckles.  As I explained my position, several offered high fives.  They too had been victims of their children’s misspoken words.

A small parent group gathered, waiting for the doll to emerge from the school.  They too wanted to see the look on her face.  As the bell rang, we waited in giddy anticipation for the students to get a good look at what I was wearing.  Another parent offered to take pictures for me, capturing the look on the doll’s face as she emerged from the school.  The first child out, was K-M, a kindergarten student.  With a bright wide smile he laughed and said, “You’re wearing something funny!”  Smiling back, I agreed.  When the boy approached me he had a serious look on his face.

“Why are you dressed like this?” he asked sternly.  “Dressed like what?   What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed?”  “Just give me the keys so I can get away from you please”.   Laughing, I handed him the keys.  A buddy of his walked out and gave me an up and down, up and down look several times then tried to approach me.  The boy looked over at him and said, “Just ignore her, I have no idea what she’s doing, just ignore her”.

Finally the doll emerged from the school.  The look on her face was priceless.  As she approached me, her facial expressions said all I wanted her to say.  “Mom, why are you dressed like this?  “Like what doll?”  “This…what’s with those crazy socks, and I can see your bra straps again.  Aren’t you embarrassed?”  “Are you?”  “Mom?  “Yes?” “Do I have to walk home with you?”  ‘Yes”.

fashionista

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We had a nice warm day here yesterday.  So warm in fact, I chose to wear a sleeveless shirt and a pair of shorts, while I worked and recovered the house from our weekend.  When I arrived at the school to pick up the kids, the doll exited the building with a strange look upon her face.  “What are you wearing mom?”  Looking down at my choice of clothing, I said, “A sleeveless t-shirt and shorts.  Why?”  Sizing me up and down she said, “First of all, I can see your bra straps! (Curses!)  Plus, where are your sleeves?  I don’t like what you have on at all.”

One would think I’d be insulted, or should have been, however, I was not. Since I was working in our yard weeding the garden and cleaning around the house, I wasn’t trying to be the fashionista of the neighborhood.   I was just trying to be productive.  Later that night, as I recounted the doll’s greeting (to me) with her father; overhearing our conversation she piped back in, “No mom, it was just really awkward coming out of school and seeing you standing there without any sleeves on your shirt.  It made you look horrible and me feel awkward.”  Nice.  Now, what can I find in my closet to further embarrass her?  I’ll keep you posted.

official

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Well it’s official.  Summer vacation is two weeks away and the kids are ready for classes to be over.  Personally, I’m ready to sleep in past 7 am.  Like all things however, the kids will probably get up early anyway–wouldn’t want to miss an episode of icarly or some other silly television show.  On Sunday, the boy slept in until 11:00 am.  Only the smell of bacon sizzling on the stove aroused him from his slumber.  Looking at his father I remarked, “Well, it looks like a teenager is beginning to emerge”.   Truth be told, he had a Saturday filled with swimming, racquetball and core fitness.  He earned that sleep in.

My older brother Bill called and invited the boy to the University of Toledo Rec center.  The doll, wasn’t too upset, until she found out the rec center had a pool.  No fair. We tried to compensate by getting her ice cream.  While she enjoyed her little bribe, she still could not mask her disappointment in not getting invited along.  All was made well however, when Bill invited her on his next big adventure. As the boy entered the house, filled with excitement over his fun day, the doll used her ace card, “Hey, we got ice cream at Pa Jolly’s while you were gone!”  Take that fun filled day!

“I’m Sewious, Mom”

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Have you ever noticed when kids get “stuck” on a word, or catch-phrase?  They use them constantly, regardless of the situation.  Seems the word just sounds right flowing off their lips.  My niece “Elley” starts every conversation with “Guess what?”  Regardless what she’s about to tell you.  A statement, a question, a quip; doesn’t matter.  Every single time it’s “Guess what?”

Her sister, “Mary” meanwhile likes to say “I did not” over and over again, while talking with the doll.   They cannot go an afternoon without accusing the other of doing something.  Every day, we are all treated to the “You did too, I did not” war.  Makes you wonder why they want to have sleep over’s all the time if all they do is argue.  Girls–go figure.

The doll, whenever she wants to bring a point home says, “I’m sewious, mom!”   I’ll look back and say, “Are you sure?”  Her face takes on a funny expression as she repeats, “Yes, sewiously, mom, I’m sewious”.  The best part of all, she’s serious all the time, especially when she perceives herself to be right–which is all the time.

Frankly, the rest of  could use a serious break from strong willed little girls, but I suppose, I’ll be longing for these days when they become strong willed teenagers…