Tuesday, November 25, 2008

yeah, yeah...Happy Holidays...now get out of my Frickin' way!!!

I do love this time of year. I love making plans with family and friends to celebrate simply the fact that you have each other. I love all the various kinds of foods...all the traditions...all the holiday craziness we all get sucked into every year.

Along with all the craziness is, actual CRAZY-ness. People. Are. Crazy. Today, I'm running around doing my own pre-Thanksgiving errands, one being filling up my tank at CostCo. From the other side of the pump, I'm hearing a string of explictives that even a sailor would raise a brow to coming from a 75+ year old lady who is struggling to get the pump to work for her. Now, I'm a nice person...and typically I would have peeked around the pump to offer some help...however after listening her cuss out the touchpad, I no longer wanted to get involved. Does frustration just set in faster within a week of a Holiday? I just hopped in my car and went on to my next stop...being the grocery store. I knew by the looks of the parking lot that this was not the wisest move...but the decision between just doing it in the afternoon or waiting and bring my 3.5 year old later in the evening just seemed obvious...so in I went. Word to the wise - SET YOUR ALARM AND HIT THE 24 HOUR STORE AT 2AM. Perhaps, just maybe, possibly, it will be slightly less busy than what I experienced today. And another piece of advice?? HEY CUB FOODS - Do NOT feed the animals the week of Thanksgiving...and please please please never set up a sample station at the end of the baking isle again the week of a holiday. You caused complete shopping cart gridlock. People cannot eat samples and drive a cart...so they'd take their sample and come down the baking isle to simply stop and enjoy it with no regard to those around them. It seems from my experience today, the age of the shopper also effects their conscienceness of those around them trying to do their own shopping. Would the thought ever cross the mind of a 65-70 year old lady that you could pull AHEAD of the brown sugar and then turn around to look at it rather than block the entire selection with your cart while you stare at the 4 various brands before making your choice???

Now, at least I was shopping alone. I was not one of the fellow moms in the store who were toting child(ren). However, if your children have outgrown the cart, please give them new rules...like please give the OTHER carts right of way...and please stick close to your chaperone. Shuffling next to your mother's cart, refusing to move from her side does me no good when trying to pass you in the ethnic foods isle.

Like I said...I DO enjoy the holidays...and I'm fully responsible for procrastinating my errands until the Tuesday before Thanksgiving and bringing all this upon myself. I just urge you, fellow bloggers and blog readers...if you could give mankind a gift this holiday season - please be more self-aware when out in public. I know your list is important, but is not paying attention to others in your path part of the deal?? I know my heals would appreciate if you were aware that you are not the only one pushing a cart around at Mach5 on a busy afternoon. We're all trying to make our holidays wonderful and memorable...and if I have to deal with society like I did today one more time - I might just go postal!!!!

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!!

Friday, November 21, 2008

My Least Favorite Phrase...

I love language. I love words...I love to read them and sing them and say them. I love poetry. I love novels. I love cliches. I love Shakespeare. I even kind of enjoyed Chaucer. I love words in other languages...Italian being one of my favorites. I once sang an aria for a vocal competition in Italian and I swear, my voice sounded better in that language than in my own. I love words said in whispers...I love phrases shouted from under bridges so they echo. I love baby babble that sounds like they understand perfectly what they are saying complete with inflection and passion and question marks and explaination points. I love my son's voice - 99% of the time...even when he has said "Hey momma?" for the ten-thousandth time that day.

There is one thing he says, however, that makes me cringe and roll my eyes everytime.

"Momma!!! Come Wipe ME!!!"

Oh god. Yes, I have one of those kids. I have one of those kids that yells that phrase and I hate it. The catch 22 is that if I tell him to stop or if I teach him to do it himself, it's not going to get done right and then I'll have a whole new set of problems to deal with...so until I can be assured that the job back there will be done up to my standards, I have THAT kid. So gross. So frickin' classy, right?? You have the girls over for a glass of wine or you and your honey are snuggling on the couch and and from the back of the house you hear "hey momma??? MOMMA??? Mooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaahhhhhhh!! Come wipe me, Momma!!!!! I'm Done And I need you to wipe my butt". I know it's normal and lots of moms deal with it. I hate it. makes me crazy.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Tis the Season to be Thankful...

It's so easy to get caught up in the negative lately....with the ongoing war that seems neverending...the economy...the housing and job markets...things all around us are grim. I received an email from my cousin last week that listed out all the things that seem negative but are really positive - I am thankful for tight clothes because it means I have more than enough to eat....I am thankful for my housework because it means I have a home to live in...I'm thankful for my bills because it means I have warmth, water, electricity and all the other things I need to live comfortably. I'm really REALLY trying to focus on those little annoyances that are really blessings.

Yes, I have a wonderful family, amazing friends, the health of my son and myself, my sweetheart...I have a home and a car...blessings abound...however there's always the desire for more, isn't there? A better paying/more prestigous job...a better body...more money in the savings account. It's so easy to lose sight of the small blessings of everyday.

My life is good...so much better than it was 5 years or 2 years ago. God has a plan...

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Love being in Love...

Most days, I consider myself the luckiest girl in the world. There was a time - not all that long ago - where I was pretty certain that I'd go thru the rest of my life with Logan...just the two of us...and I'd be destined to die alone. Pretty much as soon as I resigned to that fact and came to terms with it, a man came into my life and changed my song. The blues became love songs. The clouds parted and sweet sunshine shined on me. The warmth of being loved continues to wrap itself around my heart daily. I'm blessed.

I met this amazing person in an uncommon way...but of course, I don't really DO things the typical way anyway. From that very first date, I knew I'd found someone special...someone who was amazingly even-keel, mellow, kind and sweet. Someone who didn't just listen to me, but heard what I had to say. My heart still flutters when I think back to that first few weeks...those days when I was dying to see if he'd call again...praying he would...counting down the hours until I could see him again. The best part about our relationship, even 14 months later?? I still feel that way!! I see his name on my cell phone and I get butterflies. He walks thru the door and I smile...just because he's coming towards me. I still love all those things I noticed the very first day...the mellowness, the fact that he is so slow to anger and so quick to forgive, his kindness and his sensitivity. What I didn't know on that first date was that he's never had a relationship with a woman last more than 4 months. I didn't know that I was the first girl he'd ever bring to a holiday with this family. I also didn't know how amazing his family is...how they would welcome me and my son with open hearts and arms as if we'd always been a part of their family.

Unlike this love of my life, I have been in long-term relationships before...relationships that were WORK and that seemed HARD...like most of the time, I was asking myself what the point of being with this person was if I spent most of my time feeling crappy about myself or questioning the motives of the person on the other half of the relationship. Now, I'm not naive. I realize that this man I am with and I WILL have rough times. I know that it won't always be sunshine and butterflies...but I also know that as a team, we do pretty dang well. We communicate in respectful conversations and our fights are very few and far between (2 in 14 months).

I consider myself extremely lucky. I may have had to wait 30 years for this man to come into my life...and he may have had to wait 35 years....however I firmly believe that the cosmos had an agenda unknown to me. I needed to go thru all the crappy relationships to appreciate how wonderful a relationship can be when both parties are respectful of the other. This man had to experience many short relationships to appreciate how wonderful it is to have someone there - thru the good and the bad...thru the thick and the thin...thru the clouds and the sun. They say Timing is everything...and after all this time and all these experiences....I believe that cliche....