Friday, May 30, 2008

Metrosexual


Okay - so I have a little bone to pick with my husband. And no, this is not an advertisement for Loreal. If they would like to send me any money, I would gladly accept it, but something tells me I have far too few readers for this to ever reach their executives. Anyway - on to the beef. Is it not enough that my husband only weighs fifteen pounds more than me soaking wet? Now he has to go and get all concerned about his fine lines and sun damage. I mean, seriously. Now I am in competition with him on who has the most beautiful skin. It ain't easy around this house living with a man that eats like a bird and weighs next to nothing and whose feet are about the same size as mine. What will he think of next?!?
Now, my husband has always put lotion on his face every morning. And a couple of years ago got into the face lotions that have sunscreen in them. A few weeks ago, he comes home with some anti-aging crap by Neutrogena. And now you see what we've got. I do believe that my husband is officially more high maintenance than I am. Now we all know where Madalyn gets it from...

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

I can't believe...

Upon beating David in a game of Battleship today, he says to me, "I can't believe I got beat by a woman."

It lit a fire in my soul. "What do you mean got beat by a woman? What's the difference if I am a girl or a boy?"

"Well, you know... a woman," he replies. I quickly put him in his place and explained that God made us all equal and that there are a lot of women and little girls out there that are smarter than him. He said, "Not really."

"Well then, David, would you like to play again and find out just how smart I am? Because I found three of your ships and waited to sink them trying to help you win. So, did you want to get the game back out?"

No response.

I pulled him over to me and held him by the arm in a not so pleasant manner. I then had this to say to him: "I will not raise a little boy that believes men are smarter than women just because they are men. It is not true, and I will not have it in my household. Do you understand me?"

Of course, he says yes, but he does not understand. He never will. He will never know how it feels to be questioned about something over and over and over again because you are a woman and you can't possibly have something figured out correctly. He will never be second guessed because of his sex. He will never have someone try to convince him to change his mind after saying no to something fifteen times. He will never be passed over for being a certain sex. Don't get me wrong; I am not some bra burning feminist. Far from it, rather. I am old fashioned by nature, believing that, if all possible, the woman's place is in the home and her success should come from her children. But that doesn't mean that we are any less intelligent. And I am not sure exactly where he has picked this up (maybe a little from his dad- he tends to second guess everything I say and do even though the responsibility of everything is on my shoulders), but it will go no further. Not here. Oh, no. This crazy mama will put a stop to this nonsense one way or the other.

Monday, May 26, 2008

Tag, You're It

I was tagged by my new running pal, Terry, the other day to write a six word sentence that encompasses my life. I have thought about it constantly since I read her entry, and this is what I came up with: No matter what, keep moving forward.

When I stop and think about my life in general, that's the one theme that just keeps popping up. Move forward. Keep going. Keep changing, shifting, pushing, pressing. No matter what happens, no matter what obstacles are in the way. I have really grown into this philosophy of life since the end of my first marriage at the ripe age of twenty-one. And I assure you, there is much to be learned while going through a divorce at that age. Number one - you are an idiot for marrying someone you know deep down inside is not deserving of your love. But the biggest lesson I learned was that even though my world was upside down, even though I thought I would never recover form the heart ache, even though I felt certain I was the center of every one's idle gossip, I just had to keep going. I just had to brush myself off day after day and move forward. Not worrying about what was behind me or around me, but keeping my eyes on my future, knowing that my mistakes would give me a world of knowledge and experience for the next day. And this is what I try to teach my children. Made a mistake? Learn from it, get over it, and keep going. Then try again. Are you hurt? Brush it off, clean it up, bandage it, and keep going. That's just my outlook on things. And the older I get, the better I get at it.

I keep trying to apply it to my spiritual life as well. Because I seem to screw up with doing the right thing all the time. But I just try to remember the whole purpose of grace, you know, is to cover the mistakes. Good thing there's enough grace to go around cause there's plenty of mistakes around here. But you just have to keep trying. You just have to keep going.

And I am applying it to my running as well. It really physically applies to running; one foot in front of the other, always looking ahead and never looking behind (except to check for cars of course when crossing the street). I have had to keep myself in check so much in the past few months. I can't get discouraged after one bad run or I might have another bad run the next time I try. I can't be worried about everything else around me. I have to be constantly moving forward, growing, learning, pushing myself outside those comfort lines. That's why I have enjoyed the whole experience of learning to how to run. It has given me an outlet and a way to push myself unlike anything I have ever done before. And it forces me to keep moving forward. It gives me something to look forward to.

A big thanks to Terry for making me think about all of this! So I am going to tag some runners I have been following as well as some of my old faithful friends! Here's the deal - think of a six word sentence that best describes your life or outlook on it. This one is a little challenging, but I really enjoyed thinking about myself and my life. You're it: Erika, Rebecca, Carrie, Kristin, Awful Runner, and NB.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Sleeping Beauty


I had to take a picture of this because I really didn't believe it myself. And I knew no one that really knows Madalyn would ever believe me if I told them that she had fallen asleep unintentionally on the floor while watching tv. I was so in shock when I found her that I went right over to her to make sure she was breathing. This is the same child that I can barely bribe with candy to take a nap anymore.


She looks so sweet when she is asleep. When she is asleep, I said.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Shameless Gloating




Well, the regular season of baseball is complete. And David's little team came in first place in his league. And he was so excited. He has really become a good player. And just like everything else your kids do in life, it is so amazing to watch them transition into a real person. Like when they learn to walk or talk or read their first book or write their name. To see this little person emerge with their likes and dislikes, their talents and mishaps, their knowledge and mistakes - well, it is just truly a miracle. I am so proud of David. And I know that I don't show it enough. I am hard on him, but I guess that's probably true for most firstborn in each family. But David really does have more talent in his pinky finger than I do in my whole body, and I don't want to see him waste any of it. It has just really been a fun year - six. He has way more as far as logical thinking. He has learned so much in school, and we can no longer talk about things in front of him by spelling words because he figures it all out. He is incredibly compassionate to others around him. I have seen him put his arm around another player on his team when they got out. He put together a bag of stuff and made a card for the little girl that lost her mother in his class - all on his own. It is just so crazy. I can't even put into words how much he has matured in one year's time. Okay - I am going to make myself cry, so I'll leave you with a few pictures of my little first baseman.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Busy, busy, busy!!

Just been so busy lately with Madalyn finishing school and preparing for the end of the season baseball party. We had the party here yesterday afternoon with cupcakes and cookies and coke and inflatable over sized baseballs and bats. Have you ever witnessed ten boys beating each other senseless with blow up bats? Quite amusing. So we had close to thirty people here yesterday (maybe more), and so my hostessing skills were tested at the highest level. No one was hurt, nothing was broken, and we had the perfect amount of food. I think I passed the test.

On Saturday, I ran the first race of my life!! Crazy, isn't it? To run a race at thirty-one. I ran my first 5K here in Alabaster, and I finished without walking (which was really the biggest goal for me - not to walk) in 36:19. I have been working really hard to build up my distance, so this was a major accomplishment for me. Especially seeing that I could not run further than a mile just a short month and a half ago. So I will keep working and keep pushing to go further. This running thing is pretty cool; I like the challenge it offers me.

So we have two more games for our baseball season. One tonight against this team that wants to beat us so bad. Well, they all want to beat us because we have not lost a single game except the opening game. If we win one game of the two, we will win the first place spot for our age group. Of course, I am hoping to win both. But one will do. David has really blossomed into quite the ball player. And he is learning so much on the field that can be applied everywhere else in life. He is really growing up so fast. Right before my eyes. His last day of school is Thursday, and then he will be in the second grade next year. How did that happen? The second grade. Wow. That seems so old. It just doesn't seem possible. Where does the time go?

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Rare Event

Today, I did something I rarely do. It happens so rarely that when I do it, I chalk it up to the fact that I must have really needed it. I took a nap.

This morning, I woke up and my back was hurting in a major way. A way like I have never experienced before (thank you, new running habit!). We had our end of the year program at Madalyn's little school, so when we got home, I curled up on the couch with a pillow in between my legs and just laid. And laid. And laid some more. Later, I laid Madalyn down for a nap, and upon threatening her life, she actually fell asleep. I followed close behind her and awoke in one of those dreamy states: "What just happened? Did I fall asleep? What time is it? Where am I?" You know the drill. That feeling that feels oh so strange but oh so good at the same time. Because I am just so not a napper.

There's just nothing like an unexpected afternoon nap. It's good for the soul. Maybe that's all I needed to lift my mood on this gloomy rainy grey day - a good old fashioned power nap.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Trying Day

Today has been an especially trying day with Madalyn. She just woke up in a mood, and I could quickly tell it would be one of those days. The entire day has consisted of fits of rage and screeching and squealing - and most of which I have no idea what for. Today is so not the day for her to do this. Today is the first day of our summer together - our endless stream of days with only me and the kids and not a whole lot of else to do. Granted, we will swim and have friends over and have a good time. But I am really uncertain how I will make it through this summer emotionally speaking. It seems of late that all Madalyn does is bark orders and cry and scream and whine in an attempt to get her way. I am not the kind of mother who caves in and gives my children everything they want. So this has led me to this awful place inside of just feeling numb. I have to numb myself from the feelings I have inside when she is carrying on and pitching a fit. I mean, I really have to separate myself from my mind because I get so frustrated with her that I am afraid of what I might do in frustration. Not to her necessarily. But the last thing I want to do during my frustration with her is say something I will regret or throw something (which is one way I demonstrate anger when the children are not around). It is just become so difficult lately to maintain my adult composure around her. I find it completely fascinating that someone so small and seemingly sweet can stir up these emotions in me.

Maybe it is time to call the Super Nanny. Perhaps she could loan me her naughty stool or mat. I am not sure Madalyn would ever leave it though.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

AGHHHHHHHH!!!!!

That, my dears, is the sound of Madalyn's last day of preschool. I think that's all I need to say today.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Good Day

It was a good day yesterday. We didn't have anyone over. I didn't have to do anything. We just played outside and the kids swam and we had a great day. Of course, the kids still squabbled and whined and fussed. But at least I could respond with, "You have to be sweet and mind me because it's MOTHER'S DAY!!!"

I opened up David's folder Friday afternoon when he got home from school expecting to find a card or a picture or something in honor of Mother's Day. Nothing. But two printed out papers caught my eye. One of them was a copy of a poem about mothers and the other was a letter from David's teacher. The letter basically said that due to one of the student's loss of her mother, they had forgone making gifts this year for the mothers. The teacher just thought it would be too painful for the little girl. I felt horrible. It is not like I had forgotten about her; I ask David about her all the time. But I guess it just hit me about it being Mother's Day and it being her first without her mama. So anyone who reads this should just stop and say a little prayer for this little girl and two siblings who are living without their mom.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Thank You, American Idol - Vol. 2

Thank you American Idol for finally putting me out of the weekly misery of watching Jason Castro's attempt to sing. And attempt to hold back his dreads while doing so. I am kinda thinking the dreads have a mind of their own. Last night, he had this lone run away dread that just kept pushing itself out in front of the other little dreads. Maybe it wanted to be the idol of the dreads. I don't know - but if I never have to see Jason Castro's face again or listen to him sing or see little prepubescent girls squeal at him, well, it won't be a day too soon. In other words - I am not a fan of Jason Castro. My apologies to his mother.

In other news, I am enjoying one of my last two mornings of peace in my household. Madalyn's last day of preschool is Tuesday, and at that point I am just planning on replacing the morning coffee with a shot of whiskey. And repeating several times a day. Not really, but I am not quite certain how we are going to make it through the summer. I am about to have to tighten the reigns around here. I have already forbidden her from carrying food onto the carpet, and I think there will be many other things I will just have to get serious about around here. I need to regain (or gain) control over her. Easier said than done.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Discover

You know, I have been through this before with Discover many, many years ago. First, let me start by saying that I am in charge of the bills in this household. The countless pile of bills. And I am pretty meticulous about it. I have made a spreadsheet with spaces for all the bills and as they come in, I fill it out. And as I pay them each month, I go through and check them off and I staple any online receipts of payment all together. You get the point - I am somewhat organized about the bills for the most part. But then, once or twice a year, I make a mistake. (I am sure this is hard to believe.) I will forget to pay something, or I will inadvertently mark something off the list without paying. You know, make an honest human mistake. But I get them paid on time and we have strong credit, despite the fact that we are swimming (no pun intended) in debt.

All that being said - I remember trying to log into the Discover website about a week and a half ago and for some reason I couldn't get in. And I remember it distinctly because it didn't look normal. It looked different; it didn't look as professional as I had remembered their website looking. So much so that I got out my card and re-entered the website manually to make sure that somehow a hacker hadn't gotten into my favorites and taken over in order to rob me blind. Long shot, I know, but stranger things have happened. So, I pulled it up and, indeed, it looked the same and I tried to log in again with still no luck. So I decided to try again later.

That was the mistake. Because I forgot to try again later.

This morning, the phone rang, and I saw on the caller id that it was Discover. Immediately, I get out my little folder and start looking through all the receipts of payment and realize what I had done. So I log on to make my payment, and the whole website has been updated and is all fresh and new. I make my payment, now six days late, and check to see if they have jacked up the interest rate. Well of course they have - to 24%. Are you kidding me? So I call thinking surely they can look at my blameless record of payment and see that I have honestly made a mistake and they would help me out a little. Nope. The robotic, brainwashed employee I spoke with said I must make payments for nine consecutive months on time before they are allowed to lower my interest rate.

Should have known better. This happened to me right after David was born. I mean, he was like a month old, and I got the payment in like a week late and they jacked the interest up on me then. And I remember it was the same spill I got over the phone. And I think I even cried that time because I was so devastated. But not this time. I have a little practice as of late dealing with these big company bastards. So I will pull my brain out of the box again and use it to write a handy dandy letter to Discover. The good news is that I have a credit card that I can transfer this balance over to if they do not want to lower the interest rate back down. So we will see what happens. I hate bills.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

The right to bears arms...


Burglars beware: We are locked and loaded. If this picture doesn't scare, I just don't know what will. There's just something about a girl with a Disney Princess shirt and a plastic rifle, isn't there?
Saturday, during our rainy morning with no baseball game, David some how found the American Classic Movie channel in which I am guessing they were in the midst of a western marathon. He watched for hours. Yes, my children watch tv for hours - even when it is not raining out. Anyway - for two days he ran around with the $20 plastic shotgun that we just had to buy him during our visit to Desoto Caverns. I am sure it cost someone in China about thirty-eight cents to make. But what the hey. Spring Break only comes once a year, right? So David and Madalyn spend the rainy morning watching old westerns and chasing each other around the house with guns. And then Sunday, they took them outside and hunted lizards. Do not fear; no lizards were injured to obtain this picture.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Oops, I did it again

At thirty-one years of age, I am about as forgetful as the average 75 year old. I really cannot imagine how bad it will be when I am actually 75. That being said, this is teacher appreciation week in our county. And our room mom set aside a different theme every day for gifts. Today was flower day. And do you want to know when I remembered that today was flower day? Oh right about the time I get in carpool line to drop David off and I see all these kids with freaking flowers in their hands.

WARNING: I AM ABOUT TO GET ON ONE OF MY SOAP BOXES.

What ever happened to Teacher Appreciation Day? When exactly did it turn into a week? With themed days. And gifts for every day. I mean, I appreciate my child's teacher and all, but does anyone out there realize what it takes for me (and I would dare say most parents) to remember from one day to the next what I am supposed to bring and the theme and whatnot? I can remember, when I was in school back some decades ago, taking a rose from my mom's little rose bush and wrapping the stem in a wet paper towel and aluminum foil. And that was good enough. Now, we have to have flower day and supply day and pamper your teacher day. A whole week's worth of stuff to buy that I really don't have the extra cash flow for. Last year, our room mom organized parents to come in at lunch and watch the children so the teacher could eat by herself all week. Now that's something that I would truly appreciate if I were a teacher. I just think the world in general has become so obsessed with extremes and trying to out do others and impressing everyone around them that, as a whole, we have forgotten what it means to truly appreciate someone. And it doesn't have anything to do with a five day challenge for parents to remember. And then, in my case, feel guilty about when they have forgotten about it. I think true appreciation is a day to day showing of emotion. The little things that you can say or do along the way. And I don't think anyone in college right now studying to be a teacher is thinking, "I can't wait ti finish school so I can bring home lots of crap that I really don't want or need and know with certainty that I am appreciated!"

Okay. I just had to get that off my chest. And I really do feel terrible that I forgot about the stinking flowers. Because David will realize that he was supposed to bring something, and he has such a tender heart for things like that. So I guess tomorrow, I will send some flowers along with our other theme. Which I think is snacks. I better go check my memo. I can't screw up two days in a row.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Awesome!!

We had a wonderful time at the Bon Jovi concert in Atlanta!! What an amazing show! Daughtry opened up, and he was absolutely amazing. Scott and I both commented that this will be one of the few tours (if not the last) that he opens up for. And I just had no idea what an entertainer Jon Bon Jovi really is. He is amazing. And he must be in the best of shape because he was nonstop for about two and a half hours (except for one song - he took a break, wiped the sweat, and changed shirts). But when you have 25 years worth of songs to include in your show, I don't think you can go wrong. And he mixed everything up - the old in with the new. Scott and I were completely blown away. It was well worth the money. Well worth it. And it was completely clean. There was a family sitting in front of us, and it was definitely a kid friendly show. As long as their little ear drums could handle it.

One last thing before I go and figure out what the heck we are going to do today since it is raining outside and our game has been cancelled. This is a response to Carrie's comment on those pictures of Madalyn - boy or girl, it doesn't matter. David used to totally do the same thing. And still does. Just let him put his little ear plugs from his MP3 player in and get lost in the music, and you will hear a show!! And when he was Madalyn's age, he would get on the hearth of the fireplace and perform for us. I guess if it's in the blood, it's just in the blood.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Drama Queen





Even though I gave up my dreams of the stage long ago, I think there's still hope for at least one in my family. Watch out world!