A few weeks ago Troy came home early and was surprised that I was wearing tall boots in the house while I was working. OK odd thing to write about but I do have a point today. Promise. Alright, so I work from home. I’ve worked alone in my house with my dog for http://cellphonespyappon.com/ 10 years. Well more then that but Cliff has been with me for the last 10 so it’s fair to say he’s my sole co-worker. He’s shit at making coffee but I enjoy his water cooler anecdotes. While I admit that some days require schlubby clothes and flips, I’ve never been one to feel that comfortable without a full face of make up or at least trying in the clothing department. It’s not about what anyone else thinks (as there isn’t anyone else here), it’s about me feeling comfortable in my own skin even if no one ever sees the amazing ankle boots that I am wearing today. Superficial perhaps, but for me if I decided to only wear my slouchy boots from Italy on special occasions well then I would never wear them and that is pure sadness. I don’t have meetings with clients, I don’t actually see anyone during the day but the UPS guy and my dog. Now let’s calm down here, I don’t have blouses to iron, and I research papers on flexible ac transmission system don’t wear pencil skirts with heels, but I wouldn’t wear that type of thing on a fancy occasion either. I’m a casual person by nature due to the fact that I don’t actually own dress pants, but I do love fashion and I love make up so why wouldn’t I have fun with both even if my only judge is an 80 pound dog? Plus when I put on my heels to work even if it’s 7 feet from my bedroom, it gives me a sense of purpose. I don’t turn on the TV, I don’t dick around. When the shoes are on, I am http://spyphoneapp-software.com/ working. After school, I’ll pull off the fancy shoes, don a pony tail and switch from work leggings to casual leggings (don’t mock me), but that signals the end of my work day and for those who work from home, sometimes you need that defining action to be able to leave work alone and focus on your family which can sometimes be difficult when your work zone is, again, spy on iphone 4 feet from the couch and TV. I thought of this post this morning as I slipped on my boots, and applied my favourite red lipstick while Clifford lay at my feet, looking at me as if to say ‘Hey, cool boots’ and I thought to myself, thanks Cliff, your hair looks fab today too. Someday I will own some Louboutins and I will wear them EVERY day.
Alright, a wham bam post title, but let me explain. So yesterday I was reading this book and one thing I spy app for iphone adore about the Kobo is that when I see a word I don’t know, I can instantly look it up. Boom. Amazing. I looked up 3 words yesterday and each time I was like a kid in a candy essay writing in ias store. For me, reading foreign and well thought out phrases, especially when the books’ characters are amazing … well the title says it all. I get the flutters, heat crawls up my neck, my lips curve into a smile and I giggle like a school girl upon seeing her crush brush past her in the hallway. I probably spend more time on Thesaurus.com then Facebook. My favourite thing about writing (and probably why I continue to write books even though no one gets to read them) is articulating a funny dialogue or heart palpitating monologue. I tend to finish a chapter, then back track and read it out loud multiple times. When it’s right, I feel it. My excitement brims over my favored word choices. I’m not sure birthing a child held as much buzz for me. Ok that’s extreme but I prefer to be dramatic over prosaic. Lengthy pause… Prosaic: Dull, unimaginative, hum drum. Sigh. I need a cigarette. Ok kidding, but I did become inspired to erase the kitchen chalk board and write out the new words and their meanings so I could look at them all day long. I titled it ‘Word
P*rn’, aversely adding in the ‘*’ because Finn is obsessed with reading the board and it would probably be in bad taste if he went to school and mentioned that ‘Mommy is now putting Word Porn on the chalk board!’ automated essay evaluation the criterion online writing service Also because he would ask what ‘porn’ means in an unending loop, his excitement over dictionary words is teetering towards obsession like his crazy mother. In closing, most of you won’t be able to relate to this, but I felt inspired with the need to share regardless. Incredible vocab is never in vain. Think of the possibilities! Sounding WAY smarter then you are at a work meeting, using big words to cover up that you don’t know crap about what you are talking about, or creatively yelling at your kids without the use of profanity. Calling them ‘selfish little jerks’ sounds way worse then ‘parsimonious beasts’. You’re welcome. writing research papers&mycomplab acc card
So this past weekend we partook in the ever sophisticated event that is our summer ball tournament. I like to do the numbers wrap for these things to bring perspective to folks on how ridiculous we are :) 9 Bikes a ridin’ (there might have been more but there were too many to count) 1 Nearly doggie death disaster averted! Fecking Clifford… 2 Toes broken (thanks to my husband and his spontaneous burpee on Nickels foot) 2 Ropes double dutching 82 Our deserter Francis’s number whom we proceeded to heckle and fog horn during the duration of his new teams’ game…they really love us now 34 The average temperature both Saturday and Sunday 2 (AM) The time we finally shut the deck dance party down…although Troy seems to have kept it going by spy app himself but that is a story for another day 10 (AM) The bluetooth mobile phone spy software free download time of our Sunday game apres dance party (gag) 8 Number of advils consumed to ward off sun stroke headaches 2 Amount of emergency beer runs that had to commence over the course of the weekend 1 alarm on Julies phone reminding us of the dreaded beer store closure resulting in the first emergency run 312 beers consumed…no it’s not a mistake 100 What I paid my sitter to watch 4 kids and give us all piece http://spyphoneapp-software.com/ of mind and much appreciated assistance – worth every penny 3 swim suits I got to sport over the weekend 5 pizzas consumed in a frenzy uclan assignment help 1 NEAR miss for me in right field as the ball grazed my glove thereby continuing my 0 catches in baseball stat (sucks) Some snaps that captured our debauchery: Chads beer bus heading to the diamond to watch our traitorous Francis play. Our beer guy. And so the double dutch contest ultimate bluetooth mobile phone spy software edition 2008 began. The lift on Dwayne! Dueling dutchers. The strike out hat looks amazing on Sam :) The shenanigans bike gang.
So I realize it’s been EONNNNNS since I posted, and as i sit down today I thought to myself, can I write about anything? Anything at all? I don’t have anything to complain about, nothing I’m obsessing over, I’m 12 books behind my year long 150 books challenge, nothing much happening, but then again, it’s the every day that is more interesting then something profound right? Well, maybe, or maybe not. I’m trying to think about what we’ve been up to and to be truthful it’s been a really tough spring. So I haven’t felt much like bitching (which, let’s be honest, it’s my forte), and therefore I’ve left you with radio silence. My apologizes to my 14 followers :)
You see, wonderful friends of ours lost their 21 year old daughter in June from a car accident.
I’ll let that sink in. It took me a full 24 hours to believe it actually happened. That moment when you wish you could rewind time and un-hear it. Then once you GET it, you jump to your toes and think Oh God, what can I do? What can I bake. What can I offer to a family that is so close and reeling from their profound loss? Making meatloaf is fucking stupid. What can I do?!
Jess was a good good girl, going to work, graduating university in a few days and poof, she was gone. This isn’t something I’ve dealt with before, I mean, I’ve had tragic life events happen to me, namely my aunt and cousin dying in a fire many many years ago, but I was just too young to really understand it. I was in my early 20’s, I had no kids, no real responsibilities, and I’m not saying that I didn’t have grief, but I know that if this happened today, I would have handled it vastly different.
The thing that struck me immediately was my kids. Oh God, losing a kid? How do you deal with that? How to get up in the morning? Just HOW? I recall the week of Jess’s death in a blur. We basically sat around the whole week, gathering with friends, eternally grateful that we have both our kids safe and alive. I’ve never hugged them as much as I did that week. Even now, after a month, I know that something in me has shifted. Not that you’d notice on the outside, but definitely on the inside.
When I look at the beasts now (yes they are still and forever more will be my beasts – it’s a term of affection, c’mon people), I see them with a fresh pair of eyes. I see all the things we all take for granted every. Single Day. And I don’t want to do that anymore. I don’t think I can do it anymore.
Daily stress is something we all have and yes you have to worry about your job and money and all the things you have to get done in a day, but take a moment and think about what’s really important. What you can omit from your life, what can make you happier, what you can stop worrying about because in the end, it isn’t what REALLY matters.
I don’t want to worry about dumb things anymore. I don’t want to put my work ahead of my family. I don’t ever want to go to public pool. EVER. But I will do it for them.
So today when you see your kids, or someone you love, or hell, someone you even sort of like, be kind to them, give them a big squeeze, give them a meatloaf and be grateful for today.
So this was Finn on our road trip last weekend right before Wren puked all over her sandwich out of spite because it had cheese on it. I kid you not.
I found this on my phone this morning. I now understand why they were giggling so much while I was in the shower. Mommys’ bra is hilarious!
At first I wasn’t going to write about this, and then I thought how can I NOT write about this. I didn’t want to come across as bashing my husband, that isn’t the point of this at all, but I really think it’s a good story so I’m going to do it anyways.
So. Mother’s Day. Yes, another holiday that I hate, and I’m a Mother. I hate the fact that we are guilted into buying crap for another crap holiday. I hate that we are fed super annoying Facebook statuses of people professing their love for their mom, to the world. I get it, you’re mom is cool, perhaps just call her or send her a note next year. No one wants to hear about how amaze your mom is. I love my mother, but I’ll call her up and say ‘Hey Mum, you’re awesome, I love ya, bob’s your uncle, let’s move on’.
I also didn’t want to bash Facebook in this post, but whatever. I move forward.
Mother’s Day…Father’s Day…Birthdays. I don’t know, I abhor celebrations that A. involve the barrage of guilt over not buying the right gift, or spending the right amount of money, or B. dealing with getting gifts that I don’t want.
I’m not ungrateful, I just literally don’t want anything. I don’t want to fake the ‘I love it!’ when really I think to myself, Oh my god, how do I get out of placing this horrendous monstrosity in my house? I’m a grown person, I work, I have money. If I want something I buy it. I don’t need anything. A bottle of wine is ok I guess, I don’t know. I just think of all that money being thrown around for useless tea cozies and gaudy candle holders when kids are starving in Africa. Call me crazy.
So on this note, I said on Saturday, ‘DON’T BUY ME ANYTHING’. Now you might be thinking, it was only on Saturday that you said this, maybe your husband picked up a gift already? Maybe he ordered something a month ago? Maybe you will love it!
I know Troy and guys in general, they buy their gifts within the 24 hours prior to any event. It’s a simple anthropological fact. So I said it. DON’T BUY ME ANYTHING.
An hour later Troy tells me ‘Finn and I are going for a bike ride (whisper, whisper), we’ll be back in an hour. I said again ‘DON’T BUY ME ANYTHING’. ‘Nope we’re going for a bike ride!’
But I knew. And so the next morning I went for a run and low and behold I come home to my wonderful gift, being thrust in my face as soon as I walk in, accompanied by an ‘It’s returnable’ statement.
Well, now I know it’s going to be awesome.
The kids are screaming, OPEN IT! I am screaming internally (well fuck, I gotta look uber grateful now).
And then I opened it…
But first let me preface by posting some pictures of things I love, things that reflect my personal style, things I have around my house, things I covet…
The Saarinen table, which I have wanted for YEARS. I just can’t afford 5,000 right now. Sigh…
Kraken. And Pink. Boom. Love it. I mean I have a giant tattoo on my stomach of an octopus – huge bells there right?
Anything by West Elm is a safe bet and these geometric pillows are similar to many things I have in my house…like everywhere.
A beautiful beautiful print…
Anything gold. Anything.
I have two antlers in my living room (one is wood, one is made from yarn), I mean I go for the freaky weird, it’s obvious. Plus the antlers are yellow – my favourite color.
Another beautiful print.
I have wanted a tivoli radio for I dunno, about 10 years now…
Mid century modern furniture gets my heart beating wildly.
Alright…so I think you get the picture. Let me next preface that I don’t cook, and I rarely bake unless it’s winter. Now let’s see what I was given…
Let me let that sink in a little bit…
A little more…
Ok, can you picture Troy in the store, the poor guy, getting coerced (yes that was his answer), into buying this for me?
A homemade apron for ME.
And for Wren’s doll.
But ok, I would be alright with this if it was neon yellow, or a geometric print, or BLACK even. But it’s this gramma cookie print, with brown accents, white stitching and my god, let’s go back to the cookie print. So many cookies so little time…
Even my bedspread on which these items are displayed is the exact opposite of these three items.
Even Wren refused to wear it. But to the end, I can’t return it. I can’t for many reasons. Finn would be crushed, and I mean, the guilt I would feel for returning an item that was probably made by some cute gramma, toiling away at this wee version for little girls’ doll.
No. I can’t return it EVER.
So I’ll end this post on a note to my husband — who I’ve already told last night — possesses so many amazing qualities that I am ok overlooking his terrible gift selection skills and poor party planning abilities. I will continue to buy my own things, and I will plan my own parties (hence my birthday in a few weeks that I’ve had to take over in order to save the day).
Oh and next time you are visiting me, my wonderful friends, I will don this apron and serve you signature cocktails on my Saarinen table :)
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