I must apologize for my absence over the last several days. I was busy removing the knives that were stabbed in my back by some business colleagues I have known for over 15 years. It was painful and kind of wore me out. The following cartoon kind of sums up my feelings for the end of last week.
On a brighter note, look at the adorable hostess apron I got from my friend Chi Chi for taking care of their hermit crabs over Spring break. Truth be told I think it is more for the lizard poop experiences of the past, and maybe to make up for the fact that she was in sunny Arizona while I was here dealing with TWO snow storms during SPRING break than taking care of the hermit crabs. Whatever the real reason it was a much needed bright spot in my week.
This bunch of flowers is wonderful on many levels. I am happy to have found Dixie as a friend and am blessed that she chose to give me this nice expression of her friendship. Also, as luck would have it we got dumped on with snow AGAIN yesterday. Yes, it was supposed to be the first day of spring. Apparently those in charge of the weather in Chicagoland didn't get that memo. Therefore, gazing at these lovely flowers gives me hope that eventually warmth may be on the way. Lastly, I am having a bit of stress and busy overload at the moment, so these really came at a great time.
This is what I found at the end of our driveway this morning. Courtesy, I believe, of the snow plow that had to clear all the lovely snow I mentioned earlier.
My neighbor actually found pieces of it in her driveway. Needless to say, I am thrilled to have something else on my plate.
The other day in the mail I received the newsletter for the village in which we live. Apparently, the village has installed photo monitoring of several traffic lights around town. The cameras have been installed at intersections that are notoriously dangerous and accident prone. The purpose of the cameras is to catch and ticket people that go through red lights. Violators who get their photos snapped will receive, in the mail, a citation for $100.00 and possibly have their licenses placed on probation. The obvious point is to make these intersections safer. Apparently, however, they didn't want to go to crazy with this new system, because they are not going to begin issuing citations right away. No sir, they are going to start the system by issuing warnings. The village wanted to give the citizens in our community time to "get used to" the system first. What? You want to give people that regularly speed through red lights without so much as a "by your leave" time to get used to the idea that they will now actually have to STOP at a red light by giving them a warning? Correct me if I'm wrong, but shouldn't these individuals have been used to the idea that a red light means STOP before graduating from driver's ed or before being issued a driver's license? Just a thought.
Does being over tired, over stressed, and trying to do too many things at one time cause the brain to act in crazy ways? Let's see:
There is Lynette who was making dessert and searched all over her kitchen for the box of mix only to realize she had already poured it in the bowl. She did some other funny stuff too.
There is Leanne who was certain her cell phone was at home charging and, therefore, intentionally made no calls. She found out her phone was actually in her purse when it rang at around 3pm. More examples of her brain's vacation can be found here.
Then, of course, there is me. Some of you may recall my undercooked macaroni and cheese incident, or the extra half cup of butter debacle. However, the icing on the cake came last night as I was getting ready for bed and realized I had been wearing my bra inside out ALL DAY LONG. Nice.
Yes, I think we can all agree that as moms our plates sometimes just get a tad too full and a little bit of our brain power falls out of our ears. Oh well, we usually manage to get back on track eventually, and I, for one, am certain that Spring will put a spring in our steps and a little sunshine in our thinking!
I promise that I will at least try to make this my last post on how COLD it is again, still, whatever! I know you are sick of hearing me complain about it, 'cause I am sick of hearing me complain about it. Plus, I am extra sick of it BEING THIS COLD.
An anecdote on how cold is cold. I am actually enjoying doing the dishes these days, because my hands get to be in hot water. Now that is cold people.
P.S. A "thank you" to all my warm weather reader's for not telling me how glorious it is where you are. Your compassion knows no bounds! ;)
P.P.S. Did anyone catch American Idol last night? It was the top twelve boys up at the plate, and I must say a couple of them really knocked it out of the park. I may have to become a fan again. I gave up last season...too boring. This season, however, is showing some promise. Our faves?
If you don't think so, these next two stories should make you a believer.
Story number one happened to me the other day at the ever popular Target. Yes, I still go even though they broke my heart. I was making my way to the checkout lane when I came upon a mom and her two kids. One of the children was a year old at the most and was sitting in the cart. The other child was probably about two and was walking. Both kids were being very quiet and well behaved...I'm not kidding they really were. The mom was trying to wrangle the cart into some kind of control in the middle of the aisle. This was apparently no easy feat as she had a LARGE storage bin perched in the cart. As I was walking past her into line, the storage bin fell with a crash to the floor. The mother than let out a loud ARGGHHHHHHH!, leaned into the face of the little one in the cart and screamed "you are really bugging me today", she then looked at me and screeched and I was going to get in that line! At which point I apologized profusely (why I'm not sure since I hadn't done anything wrong, but hey I'm a peacemaker what can I say?) and offered her my place in said line. "Just forget it" she spat and went on to another line. The cashier rolled her eyes at me, and I went about my day.
Story number two happened as I was driving to pick my son up from school. I was driving in the right hand lane on one of the busiest streets in our area. The speed limit on this particular thoroughfare is 50 miles an hour. I was at full speed. I came to an area where one could turn right onto this road from a shopping center. A "gentleman", I use the term loosely, in a white pick -up truck was waiting at this spot to turn right onto this VERY BUSY street. The problem was that he was sticking WAY out into the street, right where I happened to be driving at the time. If he did not move I was going to hit him at 50 miles an hour. Either that or I would have caused a major accident by trying to get quickly into the left lane as that lane was completely packed with cars and there was NO WAY for me to get over. I had no choice, I honked my horn. The "gentleman" ever so graciously moved himself out of the way. As I passed him, I glanced in his direction hoping he may offer some gesture in form of apology. Not so much. The gesture I received instead was a very prominently raised middle finger. What?
So, let me get this straight. You are a complete A#$h%e& to me and somehow that becomes my fault. Hmmmmmmm.
O.K. so my title may have had a touch of sarcasm in it today. However, someone that is definitely not the A word (and not just because she has been giving stuff away all week, although that doesn't hurt) is Jenny from Chicago. She has truly been showing the love all week with great giveaways and today is your last day to win! Enter now, you only have until 9pm, cst. Good luck and happy Friday!
This past Sunday, my family and I went to see the Hannah Montana 3-D concert movie. My daughter LOVES Hannah Montana, my son, not so much. Please refer to the following caveat.(For those of you that know my son personally please don't mention that you know this, and especially don't tell your kids he saw it. It was obviously NOT his pick!) I must say, 3-D glasses have come a long way baby, and the effects were really pretty cool. I do believe this redeemed it slightly for my son.
As the movie opened, I found myself getting tears in my eyes. I was so happy to be with my family, and I was SO excited for my daughter to see the movie because she was SO excited.
As the movie progressed, I found myself with tears again. This time they came in the form of a mid-life crisis moment. I realized that I am old, or at least perilously close to old, and that time goes so fast that it is really almost a blur. When I was young it seemed like there would be plenty of time to do and accomplish lots of things, and I have. I have two wonderful kids, a great husband, awesome extended family and friends, a lovely home, a thriving business, and this little ole blog. However, sitting in that movie theater I realized my shot at being a back up dancer for someone like Hannah Montana, or a professional ballroom dancer has long since past. Although my body is still willing and, I believe, probably able I am past marketability in that arena. Major bummer.
The movie went on. There was a segment where Miley is talking about the inspiration or meaning behind her song "I Miss You". She wrote it as a tribute to her grandfather who passed away a few years ago. Cue the tears, again. Yep, I choked up thinking about both of my grandfathers and missing them very much. They then went to concert footage of her singing the song with a montage of pictures in the background of Miley and her grandpa. More tears for me. THEN I realized that she was wearing her grandfather's cardigan sweater while she was singing. Well it was all I could do to hold back a sob, and wonder why oh why I didn't save a sweater from my grandfathers. (If my son thought just being in the movie was embarrassing can you imagine how he would have felt if his mother started sobbing next to him?!)
For those of you counting, that was 3 separate incidents of tears. I did mention that this was a CONCERT movie right? Meaning relatively scant dialog AND it was only 74 minutes long. Hence the relevance of the title of this here post.
I was very profoundly saddened yesterday when I learned of Heath Ledger's untimely passing. No, it is not because I have a school girl crush on him, I truly don't. It is more that is just seems like such an incredible waste. It was probably all the more poignant for me because "A Knight's Tale" has been one of our family's favorite movies for many years. My son was obsessed with knights and jousting as a little guy and we all enjoyed the movie tremendously together. My daughter called it the "we, we" movie when she was about three because of the song "We Will, We Will Rock You" that starts the movie. He was a talented man, the father of a cutie patootie of a little girl that looks just like him(albeit out of wedlock, but that is another post), and he was only 28 years old. I am sad that a little girl is going to grow up without her daddy, I am sad that someone that has brought joy to many people is gone, and I'm sad at this stunning example of a life burned too brightly. It seems it is time for Hollywood (yes, I know he lived in New York. I am speaking of "Hollywood" as a culture not a place) to take a good long look at itself before too many more stars burn so brightly they fade to black completely.