Thursday, February 23, 2012

A Brief Look into our Morning Routine

This is to be sung to the tune "9 to 5" by Dolly Parton. 
(For those of you younger than 40, you can listen to it here)


Tumble out of bed and
Stumble to the kitchen,
Time to start the nagging and bitchin’
And pack the lunches one more time…….
Start the shower, find the clothes
Those damn socks,
You think I’d know
That they are trying to put me
Over the edge

(Chorus)
Its morning,
My day is just getting started
We are barely
Getting them moving,
They just won’t go,
Its like they’re in slow motion,
Its enough to drive you crazy if you let it.

Lets add in the dog,
its all barking and pooping
You would think that after
Two years we’d have a program,
Dave won’t walk him
Without me asking
I swear sometimes that man will make me crazy
(Back to chorus. Repeat two times.)
(I know this needs another verse, but after this morning I am wiped out.)

Really, it is amazing that they ever get out the door in the morning.  Once they are all gone I feel like I have just run a marathon and I should lock the door in case they try to get back in.   I can't remember how I used to do this and get myself ready in the morning, too.  This is the main reason why I love working from home. 

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

The Biggest Decisions in Life are Never Easy

When making life decisions, no other decision affects you more than the person you marry.  Nobody can exercise control over your finances, environment and happiness than the person with whom you choose to spend the rest of your life. 

Whitney Houston is a good example of a marriage decision gone bad.  By all accounts she was straight laced until the fateful night at the "Soul Train" awards where she met and fell in love with Bobby Brown.  I am sure she was attracted to the bad boy, aren't we all?  As a self proclaimed "good girl", I was attracted to many a bad boy in my time.  In fact, I once came home with a boy that smoked, had a handcuffed earring, and we had to jump into his car through the windows like "The Dukes of Hazard."  That pretty much did away with any black hair my father still had as he banned me from getting back into that car.  I will admit, that was not my smartest move ever, but I got it out of my system and chose a responsible, compassionate and caring man to marry. 

Whitney Houston chose to marry Bobby Brown and then we watched the downward spiral that resulted in her untimely death this past weekend.  She had an amazing gift that we have never seen the likes of before and probably won't again in my lifetime.  Her rendition of the Star Spangled Banner will go down in history as the benchmark for all who follow.  She made one of the hardest songs to sing look easy making the rest of us feel like we should be able to do it, too. 

On top of "The Voice", she had charisma that you just can't teach.  She looked like someone that I would like to talk to over a cup of coffee, you know, if I drank coffee.  Time after time we are hearing from singers who said that the highlight of their career was when Whitney would encourage them in their craft.  She was an inspiration to an entire generation of vocalists. 

It is just such a waste.  We will never know if she would have discovered the life of drugs if she hadn't married Bobby Brown.  I do know that if she had never gotten involved with him she would have had a better chance of sharing her gift with generations to come.  Instead, when I told my 17 year old nephew that she died, a kid that has been introduced to a wide range of music in his life, he did not know who she was.  She is not even relevant to the kids in high school. My generation has lost the two biggest musical icons of our time.  Both of them have been drug related.   Can we please let this serve as a lesson to everyone?  Can we please end this senseless death?  There can be no good ending with drugs.  It is a road paved with tragedy and pain.  You might survive, but you will not be unscathed. 

I said it before and I will say it again.  What a waste. 

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

12 Years in a Blink of an Eye!

It is 12 years ago today at 3:45 that my life changed forever in the most fabulous way I could have ever imagined.  For it is 12 years ago today that Colin was born!  He came into this world kicking and crying and amazed us all with how big he was.  He was 23 inches long and looked like a string bean.  He had beautiful blue eyes that seemed to see and understand everything that was going on as soon as he was born.  He was wise beyond his minutes and instantly followed Dave's voice. 

As a baby he was a bit of a challenge.  He was the kind of baby that would cry starting at 7:30 on the dot and would not be happy unless you were walking him around.  God forbid you would have the audacity to lean against the wall as that could invoke wailing that would alarm the neighbors.  John Denver was my savior during these years because nothing would put him to sleep faster than his greatest hits.  We wore out the tape, and I swear I will dance to "Annie's Song" with him for the Mother/Son dance at his wedding. 

As a toddler he was inquisitive and his ears were like a bat.  They missed nothing and he would ask you questions until he understood everything.  I got better at spelling during this time.  He had such a good nature and would entertain himself for hours.  I thought all kids did this, but as I found out later, this is a special skill, and one I was very lucky he had. 

As the years go by, he is getting to be much more entertaining.  His dry sense of humor is so funny, and there is really no sound better than one of his belly laughs.  If you can get him to smile a real smile it will light up a room.  He is thoughtful and caring and compassionate; all things I had hoped he would be. 

Colin, today I wish you the happiest of Birthdays!  I want nothing but peace, love and happiness for you.  I am proud to be your mother, and I am looking forward to watching the changes that will happen in the next 12 years.  It is so true when people say the days last forever, but the years fly by.  I am looking forward to watching you become the man that I know you will be. 

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Crazy Chiropractor and the Budging Socks

So I went back to the holistic chiropractor earlier this week.  I must first say that he has helped me with my stomach issues and my hip.  I am giving him full credit where credit is due.  I have been to countless stomach doctors to be told there is nothing wrong with me when clearly there was.  If you are doubled over more than once a week, there is a problem.  Since I have been going there and have adopted some dietary changes, I have felt a lot better. 

With that being said, our conversation came back around to my anxiety and all the ways it affects me.  He asked what was one emotion that I wished I handled better and I answered with frustration.  He said with all seriousness that he could fix that, so I let him try.  He did his voodoo magic which consisted of him tapping on my face for a few minutes and then told me that I should not get as frustrated as I did before.  I thought that was funny since his tapping on my face was causing me some frustration, but I thought maybe it took some time to to work. 

Enter this morning when I was attempting to get Ryan ready for school and he had to put his socks on.  It is well documented here that my kids have some issues with socks.  Today Ryan was complaining that his socks were "budging".  I am not entirely sure what that is, but I think they are wrinkling under his foot. I tried giving him several different socks to try and that didn't work.  I tried yelling at him, and that clearly didn't work.  Suffice it to say that the voodoo magic did not work either.  My frustration level was through the roof with him, especially when he missed the bus .  Did I mention that I had a dentist appointment today?  The plea for help has gone out to my sock connection for a fresh delivery.  There were some tears, I am not going to say whose, and some gnashing of teeth, definitely mine, and the promise of an early bedtime tonight, probably for both of us.

To solve my frustration level, I did some retail therapy and I am now the proud owner of an iPhone 4s.  Perhaps Siri can get Ryan to put on his socks because it is obvious that I could use some help.