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Who Posts Email Forwards On Her Blog? Yeah, that’d be me…

April 28, 2011

purple hatSo I got an email forward from my mother yesterday (pretty typical Wednesday) and I was going to clean it up and forward it to a few friends, but then I decided instead of cluttering up their inboxes, I’d post it here – hopefully they will all see it and maybe a few more.  It is an email forward, so take it for what it is, but regardless, the message is good, and one I wish I remembered more often.

IF I  HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER – by Erma  Bombeck (written after she found out she was dying from cancer).

  • I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.
  • I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
  • I would have talked less and listened more.
  • I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.
  • I would have eaten the  popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
  • I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his  youth.
  • I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
  • I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
  • I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.
  • I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
  • I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t  show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
  • Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle..
  • When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, Later… Now go get washed up for dinner.’ There would have been more ‘I love you’s’ More ‘I’m sorry’s.’
  • But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute, look at it and really see it. Live it and never give it back. STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF!

Don’t worry about who doesn’t like you, who has more, or who’s doing what. Instead, let’s cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us…

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Changes…

July 26, 2010

I got the job I applied for.  I’m am beyond excited about it.  The new job got me thinking about the past several years. Here is a quick timeline:

2002 – Graduated college, moved out of state, got two new jobs, got engaged

2003 – Married, another 2 new jobs, bought a house!

2006 – Baby! Also, another new job

2007 – Another new job (yeah, I’ve had a few…) and a new car

2008 – Another baby!

2009 – Sold the house, sold the car and bought a new (used) one and got a new job (again…)

2010 – Bought a new house!  We plan to be there for a loooong time.  Also, another new job.  But, I plan to stay here for a loooong time as well.

So the past 7 years have had lots of life changes.  But there are no new babies.  There will be no new house or car purchases or job changes in the foreseeable future.  So what do you think, will I get bored without change?

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Stress and Frustration

July 14, 2010

I attempted a pretty big life-changing move a few weeks ago.  I’m pretty sure I failed.  However I don’t know that for certain and the stress over waiting is damn near driving me insane.  I just want to know one way or another.  If I did indeed fail, if I am doomed to be a “secretary” for the next 50 years then I like to know so that I can spend a day (or two) wallowing in self pity and crying into a big tub of ice cream.  If I didn’t fail, then damn, tell me already!  I thought I did well, I worked so hard.  I wanted it with every fiber of my being.  I prayed for days (still am, on the very off chance that I didn’t fail).  Every day that passes solidifies my belief that I failed, but since no one is allowed to (or has the balls to? I’m not quite sure which) to tell me what the decision was, I instead sit here, a big giant stress ball waiting for the phone to ring, or not…

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Dear American Red Cross,

July 7, 2010

I am a busy lady.  I work full time and when I’m not at work I’m chasing my 1 and 3 year old boys around the house.  So.  If you want my blood, I am happy to donate it.

When you tell me that I can’t lift anything heavier than 10 pounds for 6 hours after donating blood, I believe you.  I don’t want to rearrange my entire day around a blood donation but I do.  I do it because I believed that you needed it.  That there are people in dire need of donated blood. I don’t particularly enjoy the arm stick or the colossal amount of time it takes for a 15 minute donation, but I do it because I thought it was a good thing, something to help the greater good.

Advertising a blood drive at a local church and then changing the location at the last minute with just a sign on the door?  Not cool.  But, I had reserved my 1 hour lunch break for blood donation, so I hopped in my car and drove to your updated location.  Only to find out that if I didn’t make an appointment (who the hell makes an appointment to donate blood?) then you can’t see me until 3:45.  Well guess what?  I’ve already wasted my lunch break trying to find you.  I don’t have time to go back at 3:45.  And after work?  I’ll have 2 kids with me, and as the oh-so-unfriendly sign on the side of your mobile unit says, they aren’t allowed in the bus (not that I would be insane enough to try to take them with me in the first place).

That sucked, wasting my lunch break for that.  But you know what really, really pisses me off?  The fact that you called my cell phone and asked me to come to this blood drive.  You. Called. Me.  You asked for my blood.  You gave me the date, time and location and asked me to come.  What the hell is wrong with you???  You ask me to come, and even though I had to jump through hoop after hoop I went.  And when I finally got there, you told me thanks but no thanks.

Well screw you.  It’s going to be a few cycles before I’m willing to consider jumping through your hoops again.  And if you are brave enough to actually call me again, be prepared for a lengthy rant on your inconsiderate and rude business practices.

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It’s a Digital Age, like it or not

April 28, 2010
Photo taken with my iPhone this morning

Photo taken with my iPhone this morning

I read an interesting article on Strollerderby yesterday by Ms. Judgey McJudgerton.  Go ahead, check it out.  I’ll wait.

I think my favorite quote is this

“Call me old-fashioned, but I’ve never liked watching children play with handheld devices in public.”

Which makes cell phone use sound like something dirty, that we should only do in the privacy of our own homes, and even then we should make sure the curtains are drawn.

Which then makes me think back on the eleven million times I’ve let both my 3-year-old and my 1-year-old sons use my iPhone.  In fact, since both my husband and I have iPhones (yay family plan!) they can each have one which cuts down on the fighting over one device.

So when do I let my children use my phone?  Well, Xander loves to scroll through the pictures when we’re driving in the car.  This prompts conversations such as “wow, that’s Parker at Chuck E. Cheese!  Hey Mama, do you remember when we went to Chuck E. Cheese?  I want to show this picture to my friends!  Oh, and this one!  Oh and this one!”  (and you can pretty much imagine how the conversation goes from there).  I’d like to point out in this instance, my son is not “isolated from interacting with the people around him” but in fact, is actually using the phone as a means to engage me in conversation.

My 1-year-old likes to sit in my lap and listen to Little Red Hen or The Boy Who Cried Wolf read to him on the phone.  He has also learned that when he’s done, he can press the one button on the phone to move onto a new activity, such as baby flash cards or the Wheels on the Bus song.  He is a little too young to manipulate these stories or games on his own, but it provides me with some great cuddle time with my youngest who is generally much, much to busy to pause for cuddling.  Again, my goal is not to isolate, but to entertain and engage.  We are also big fans of using the phone while waiting in the doctor’s office.  After the nurse leaves, and you’re stuck in that room that has nothing but a bed, a chair and a stool with a nervous 1-year-old, what do you do?  I whip out my phone and distract him so he isn’t in tears by the time the doctor arrives, that’s what.

Ms. McJudgerton would be appalled to learn that we also own an iPad (an even larger device with which to isolate children – the horrors!)  So what do the children do with the iPad?  Well, Zach, Xander and I just last night finished reading all 10 chapters of Winnie the Pooh.  Yep that’s right – my 3 year old son sits still to listen to a chapter of Winnie the Pooh every night before bed.  He’s lucky if there is a single illustration on the page and yet he still listens and asks questions about the story which leads me to believe he actually retains at least some of the content.  Yep, it’s awful the way I use technology to isolate my 3-year-old, I’m most definitely destroying his imagination.

But really, none of those examples were technically “in public” – they were in my car or in my home.  The last time my child used a phone in “public” was last Friday night.  Let me set the scene for you: my father-in-law’s and his brother’s birthday.  The whole family is getting together at a steak house to wish them happy birthday.  The restaurant is nice, so I attempt to be overly prepared with lots of snacks and entire bag full of toys the kids haven’t seen in a while.  Unfortunately, due to our large party, the earliest reservation we could get (called early in the week) was 7pm.  The one-year-old usually goes to sleep at 7:30, so this should be interesting.   The week is filled with sleepless nights, runny noses, vomit and tears from all 4 family members.  We’re all exhausted and mostly recovering from various illnesses.  But, we rally and make it to the restaurant.  We sit at 7pm, and order at 7:20 pm.  By 7:30 pm I have been through every toy in the bag.  We have exhausted Parker’s appetite for puffs and yogurt and milk.  He doesn’t want to snuggle.  Every adult in the room has attempted to cuddle, jiggle or walk with him.  Other patrons are staring or glaring and sighing at us, and I’m not quite sure what to do with the poor guy.  Finally, his cousin hands him her iPod touch with a drawing program on it.  Parker and I sit and draw lines until his food arrives.  I would be willing to bet that if Ms. McJudgerton had been sitting at the next table watching us, it would have been far more comfortable for her to watch my son and I draw quietly (he had already pitched the crayons and paper at my head so don’t offer me a low tech solution) than to listen to his ear-piercing screeches for another 20 minutes.

Yeah, I’m one of “those” parents.  I share my technology with my children.  I use it for entertainment and occasionally education and often as a chance to sit and play with my children.  So Judgey McJudgerton can keep her “dumb” phone and be proud of her daughter’s ability to entertain herself (by the way, did I mention that Xander had a 15 minute imaginary conversation between two zipper pulls in the car the other day?  Some days he doesn’t even need props for his imagination…) and I will continue to make use of the technology I have – and I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t judge me for it.  Just because I let my kids use my phone doesn’t mean I’m a neglectful parent.