Welcome to the fabulous and sometimes insane life
of a working mother who is trying hard not to
let her whole existence be determined by her
cute little munchkins, yet continues to be drawn
in by the adorable and sometimes annoying tiny people!

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Potter Lover and Not Afraid to Admit It

Potter Lover and Not Afraid to Admit It 




So Thursday night, I slipped into a mild form of depression. My sister, my cousins, my aunt, my brother-in-law, and countless others were all attending the midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1. I, alas, was at home because my husband smartly pointed out that missing one day for Potter could cost us money down the road if I ended up using all of my days for maternity leave. 


Now, anyone who has never read the series is going "Seriously???". Yes, seriously. First of all, if you have never read the books then let's not, as they say, Judge a Book By Its Cover. It is by far the best, most imaginative, most thought out, and thought provoking series of books that has ever existed. For those of you who think it is "evil" because it has magic and because you have never read it so you really don't know what it is about, I have this to say: Do you watch Disney movies? Because almost every Disney movie there is has fairy god mothers, evil sorcerers, sea witches, tooth fairies, Santa Claus, wicked queens, good fairies, and countless other forms of magic a.k.a fantasy. That is just what Harry Potter is: FANTASY. And Bloody phenomenal fantasy at that!! 


When I expressed to one of my friends my depression, she could not believe it and looked at me with eyes that read "you are a little bit silly and perhaps crazy". Now that is probably very much true, but I think that not having something silly to be excited about is even sillier. 


Life is too short. We are here to enjoy this amazing place that God has given us and allowed us the privilege to be apart of. This includes books or movies or exercise (blah) or painting or sewing or trivia games or scrap booking or hanging out with friends or blogging....whatever it is that helps you enjoy life. 


Of course the first thing we think about is family and it goes without saying that should be the most important and give the most enjoyment, but I am talking about things that are just for you. Many of us, especially moms, don't take time for ourselves. We don't find something to love and be passionate about that expresses who we are and allows us to be someone other than a mom and a wife. 


People always ask me how I make time for reading, watching movies, blogging, playing Bunko, working on a Christmas parade float...My answer is always the same: you make time for things that are important to you and things that you enjoy. If you don't, your life could end up feeling empty and you might end up depressed about worse things than missing the premiere of a movie. 


As for me, I love anything that allows me to experience things  I could not in the real world. I love to be taken out of the reality of my life and escape into the world of make believe. It makes me happy, and sometimes we need to find simple things that bring happiness and contentment into our lives and allow us to escape, if even for just a few pages. 


 Therefore I make the following proclamation: I am a Potter lover and not afraid to admit it! And hopefully soon, I will be able to escape reality for a few hours when I immerse myself into the work of the young wizard and come out happy and relax, ready to enjoy and appreciate all aspects of my life. 

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Wonderings: Part 1

Wonderings: Part 1




Football Fans-
Why in the world would someone come to a football game not dressed in the proper attire? No, you do not need to have your chest painted or a team shirt on, but, come on, at least wear the right color. Red or black. Very common colors. It is not like we are baby blue and lavender or something. Certainly you have something that is red or black in your closet. Oh, you are not really that into football.....then don't come to the game. Trust me I would not be there if I were not into football. Or if it did not determine my livelihood. Plus, what if you wear the color of the other team? Like the lady in purple last night when the other team was purple. Seriously? What were you thinking? I wonder.


Tights-
Why do you think that little girls tights stop the patterns a good foot or more from the top? I mean we all know how hard it is for tights to stay up, especially when their owners are running and dancing about. We have the cutest pairs of polka dot, striped, argyle, and a variety of other tights. Yet they all turn plain half way up. Meaning that the little munchkins' mama must constantly pull up their tights so that the plain part does not hang below the dress or skirt. Certainly, they are designed by someone who has never had little girls that wear said tights. Otherwise, they certainly would have designed the patterns to continue all the way up. Does it really cost that much more to continue the pattern another foot? What were these people thinking? I wonder.


Wanna Be Disciplinarians-
Have you ever been in a store or in some other public location and see a child misbehaving? Now, I know how I would handle this. As quietly as possible in order to not draw any more attention to myself and my misbehaving munchkin. Please know that I would not allow said munchkin to continue to misbehave. However there are people with a very different philosophy. These are the people who discipline as loudly as possible in order to draw all attention to them. And the things they are saying...."Boy, get your a@# in this cart"...."do you want me to jerk you up"....." I am going to back hand you". I have three theories:
1. They want us to call DFACS on them because they are in fact tired of being parents and would like a short break from their children while they are placed in foster care for a little while.
2. They want everyone to think they are excellent parents. Clearly they are confused. Excellent parenting does not involve screaming at, beating, or belittling your child in public.
3. They have just lost it. As we all sometimes do. But I don't think this is the issue in most cases at the Wal-Mart.
What are they thinking? And why do they keep having children? And can they get any louder? I wonder.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Good times! Good times.

Disclaimer: Not sure if you want to read this if you are a man, but maybe you should so you can see what we women must go through. 

So today was my fabulous appointment with my gyno. You know the one I am talking about. The one where you have taken more time to prune and clip than you did on your wedding night. The one where you actually take the time to paint your toe nails since they will be on display in those oh so lovely stirrups. The one for which you tirelessly shave your stubbled legs (which is now a gymnastic feat what with this ever growing belly)  that may not have been shaved for days upon days, yet as soon as you take your clothes of become immediately stubbled again. The one where you feel like all of your goodies are on display for all of the world to see even if that world is only one person with some scary instruments and thankfully some Vaseline. 

Now this event is not pleasant for any woman, but it is especially not pleasant for a pregnant woman. I mean our bodies are already doing all kinds of crazy and many times disgusting things. And now all of that will happen with someone's face mere inches away from Ground Zero. The thought is paralyzing, and if it is for me I can only imagine what it is like for my Gyno.

But I arrived today ready and willing to have my "area" invaded and my mounds prodded. Part of it was ...I mean, whatcha gonna do? Run away screaming? I think that is frowned upon. Plus, the gown doesn't close in the back and that would lead to a-whole-nother embarrassing experience. The other part was that my midwife is the most fabulously cool chick that has ever existed and makes the whole experience feel like we're at a bar having some drinks and chatting about our lives.

Ahhh....that is how they could improve this whole unpleasantness....offer drinks. I can see it now "Pap Smears and Pina Coladas" or "Scraped with Schnapps". You could even go for "Mammograms and Martinis". I really think someone should run with this. It is GOLD!

Other improvements for any office that performs these extremely uncomfortable procedures:
1. Turn up the heat-hello we are naked!
2. Cloth dressing gowns-not only are they better for the environment, but they are better for my ego, too! Nothing depresses a pregnant woman more than putting on a gown only to have it instantly rip in all the wrong places. I get that I have gained weight there is no reason to make it worse.
3. Provide some form of distraction-not elevator music, but a TV on the ceiling or better yet pictures of Edward and Jacob gazing down at me.  Oh how I wish someone would bite me.....wait a minute, that is for another blog.
4. Bikini Waxes- If we are already naked and already extremely exposed and uncomfortable why not throw in a bonus service "Free Wax with Scraping".

All in all in was not that bad of an experience thanks to my super awesome midwife and nurses. I just think that men should have to go through the same thing. Having someone grab your manhood while you cough is not the same at all. Really all I can say is ....Good Times! Good times.