This time before V day is set up as a time for pure pressure it doesn’t matter who you are what sort of relationship you have or don’t have V day is the biggest day of *OH SHIT* am I doing everything right???? or more likely what the hell am I doing wrong!!
V day is the biggest commercial day of the year, why you ask? Because it commercializes everyone’s insecurities....Yep weather you are single, soon to be single, happily married or unhappily married the commercialism of V-day has a target for you.
Anti-Valentines Day Parties, forgive me and I love you gifts of every possible stagey.
So when you ask yourself why do I feel like I am being hit by a bus; its commercialism blame it on someone wanting your money not your sanity!! If they wanted our sanitary to stay intact they would not be making money off my red beating sometimes bleeding heart and both childcare and therapy would be free!! Ok so would deserts and shoes :-)
As you, me and everyone else travels into this Saturday lets get real…no matter who you are your going to feel a bit of anticipation of stress before Vday it’s the same anticipation you get before you try anything unpredictable. Unpredictability makes us all a bit freaked out. My solution this year “make a plan on what I have not what I wish” ….change the unpredictability!!!
I have a life that is mine, I own it, I make it, I hate it and I love it but it’s my story and commercialism should not make me feel that a bus is coming to smack me down…NOPE I won’t change the discovery of my life just to fit in this Vday…So young or Experienced we all know this day comes once a year and we all know its unpredictable so plan your day.
On your mark …….get set………….GO…………… it will be GONE by Sunday and those magical fairy tale TV couples will be stuck with no more then what you, me and our friends have…..pulsing beating hearts in a real life story.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
First Sock Hop
Being the mom to a 11year old boy in 2009 I have noticed through all our advancements, technology and social acceptance much is the same as being 11 in 1982. As we approach Valentines day this February I am reminded that young hearts are as excited as the more experiences ones. It’s a day of Hope that Fairy Tales really do exist. Young and old hope is what drives us to more:-)
So back to being 11 this February I am excited to tell you all that Jordan has asked to attend his first *sock hop Valentines dance!!!*
He needed to ask for permission as he will be missing a few classes and retrieve the 2dollar charge. It’s exclusive to grades 5 and 6 and will run over the lunch period PE and music for some 2 hours to dancing. Now if I recall my first school dance I was nervous, excited and bubbling with excitement of who I could find dance with….hummmm not sure much has changed many years later except change the scene to a bar or basement with pole and add some poison we happily call alcohol….LOL!!! As I said only shades of differences between then and now.
Back to Jordan; he is full of a joy that spills over, energy that tingles and jumps off his body as he shares who is asking who and that he has opted for the plan of going single!!!!!!! WHAT did I just hear that right???? He loves to dance and wants to be able to dance with all his friends so its best if he doesn’t ask anyone to go with him. OH that a recipe for disaster!!!! So as the best I can to hold back my own excitement to know more I politely not so calmly ask about of the few girls I know he is hangs with…One I can hear the disappointment in his voice as he says she is going with another boy and the other he is adamant is JUST friends and that would just be ODD!! Please mommy you understand the JUST FRIENDS……although “Benefit programs” jump in my head and quickly get SLAMMED out of the way!! No no don’t think like that!!!
BUT All this great discovery of being 11 makes me smile, laugh, totally enjoying, even begging for all the conversation he has to offer …lapping up his every word like a puppy rushing to a bowl of milk….As I listen I start to think back to my own *first* school dance and Reo Speed wagon, Bruce Springsteen and Bryan Adams songs that I am sure played while we stood on the side lines scared to death to ask anyone to ‘slow” dance ….and this is why girls just dance together!! Not to mention how I am sure I had the same excitement and joy Jordan feels about his first dance. ….how exciting and how so many things continue to be the same no matter what year you are born.
Well if any of you know Jordan once he starts on a role of chit chatting he doesn’t really stop so last night I was treated to a non-stop hilarious conversation through supper and our commute….the school dance was only the beginning.
We had conversation about Hilter who at some point Jordan said LIKE ME Hitler had brilliance BUT the difference is he used his power and ideas for bad evil and I use my brilliance for the positive. The as a mater of fact statement had Bellini come out my nose, and my cheeks where aching from how long I had smiled. Something he pointed out I’ve been a bit lacking the last few weeks…..dam I hate when he pays attention:-)
So as he freely rolled from subject to subject during our 2hour supper!! Its all I can do but share this one tidbit and that my sides hurt, my smile found and no matter the stress and heavy loads we feel it continues to be worth it!! Thank God..whew!!
So back to being 11 this February I am excited to tell you all that Jordan has asked to attend his first *sock hop Valentines dance!!!*
He needed to ask for permission as he will be missing a few classes and retrieve the 2dollar charge. It’s exclusive to grades 5 and 6 and will run over the lunch period PE and music for some 2 hours to dancing. Now if I recall my first school dance I was nervous, excited and bubbling with excitement of who I could find dance with….hummmm not sure much has changed many years later except change the scene to a bar or basement with pole and add some poison we happily call alcohol….LOL!!! As I said only shades of differences between then and now.
Back to Jordan; he is full of a joy that spills over, energy that tingles and jumps off his body as he shares who is asking who and that he has opted for the plan of going single!!!!!!! WHAT did I just hear that right???? He loves to dance and wants to be able to dance with all his friends so its best if he doesn’t ask anyone to go with him. OH that a recipe for disaster!!!! So as the best I can to hold back my own excitement to know more I politely not so calmly ask about of the few girls I know he is hangs with…One I can hear the disappointment in his voice as he says she is going with another boy and the other he is adamant is JUST friends and that would just be ODD!! Please mommy you understand the JUST FRIENDS……although “Benefit programs” jump in my head and quickly get SLAMMED out of the way!! No no don’t think like that!!!
BUT All this great discovery of being 11 makes me smile, laugh, totally enjoying, even begging for all the conversation he has to offer …lapping up his every word like a puppy rushing to a bowl of milk….As I listen I start to think back to my own *first* school dance and Reo Speed wagon, Bruce Springsteen and Bryan Adams songs that I am sure played while we stood on the side lines scared to death to ask anyone to ‘slow” dance ….and this is why girls just dance together!! Not to mention how I am sure I had the same excitement and joy Jordan feels about his first dance. ….how exciting and how so many things continue to be the same no matter what year you are born.
Well if any of you know Jordan once he starts on a role of chit chatting he doesn’t really stop so last night I was treated to a non-stop hilarious conversation through supper and our commute….the school dance was only the beginning.
We had conversation about Hilter who at some point Jordan said LIKE ME Hitler had brilliance BUT the difference is he used his power and ideas for bad evil and I use my brilliance for the positive. The as a mater of fact statement had Bellini come out my nose, and my cheeks where aching from how long I had smiled. Something he pointed out I’ve been a bit lacking the last few weeks…..dam I hate when he pays attention:-)
So as he freely rolled from subject to subject during our 2hour supper!! Its all I can do but share this one tidbit and that my sides hurt, my smile found and no matter the stress and heavy loads we feel it continues to be worth it!! Thank God..whew!!
YUM Feb.2009
Good Morning;
I have discovered the fresh daily bagel place just around the corner.
Your first steps into the tiny little shop has you greeted by the warm fresh smell of baking bagels. There is a hint of coffee and small chatter of a happy couple severing their customers.
As you approach the counter the morning cheer turns to you and immediately your order is being taken.
In a mere minutes I had a wonderful little package within brown paper. I could feel the warmth of my bagel, smell the freshness the heaviness of such a large breakfast bagel and the urge to run quickly back to my desk was overwhelming.
As I unwrapped my brown package the aroma filled all those empty spaces within me begging to be fed.
My first bite YUM!!!!
>>smile<<<
Enjoy your day
I have discovered the fresh daily bagel place just around the corner.
Your first steps into the tiny little shop has you greeted by the warm fresh smell of baking bagels. There is a hint of coffee and small chatter of a happy couple severing their customers.
As you approach the counter the morning cheer turns to you and immediately your order is being taken.
In a mere minutes I had a wonderful little package within brown paper. I could feel the warmth of my bagel, smell the freshness the heaviness of such a large breakfast bagel and the urge to run quickly back to my desk was overwhelming.
As I unwrapped my brown package the aroma filled all those empty spaces within me begging to be fed.
My first bite YUM!!!!
>>smile<<<
Enjoy your day
Sardine Rudeness Feb.2009
Good Morning!!
Today my experience on the sardine started off quite simple average. Average meaning squished into a regular average sardine can with regular average people. However our average train ride changed as we pulled up to the City Hall Station. Now up till then I was strategically standing in front of a sitting passenger, nice quiet lady matching in brown today this fine Thursday. As the sardine can traveled along its route I did my very best making sure my belongings didn’t smack her in the face…..mov’n along to some Hedley in my ipod and the sway of a quiet cozy ride.
BUT then we all hit City Hall and the rotation of passengers starts some get off while others get on, by usually taking the same position as those before so that a well packed sardine can with no hostility can continue. Well not today this mammoth of a woman got on and decided that she was important enough in this world that proper manors and politeness does not apply to her. Now when I say mammoth I don’t mean fat large..she was large enough at about 5’8 size 12-14ish with all the right stuff…4inch heels, coach bag, lulu bag for her extra’s, long bleach blonde straightened hair, to much make up for her wonderful blue eyes and all the extra trimmings…You know stuff that I should shut up about as I stood there in my own fantastic Red 4” heels , coach purse and perfectly straightened hair ;-) But just because you have spent the time, the money and the therapy to get all that doesn’t’ mean you can be rude!!!
So this mammoth of a gal parks her tall ass back to back with me and allows her butt, bag, and elbows to carve out a larger then needed space in our very quiet peaceful sardine can. But she doesn’t just skim me or hold her breath in as to ensure the comfort of those around her I SWEAR she was trying to ride me for some morning sunshine fun!! So as the train started motion the poor woman sitting in front of me saw me sway, the gentleman beside me also felt the movement of people and stood stiff but what did our mammoth lady do…she pushed her back and bag harder into me and her elbows into other neighbor’s taking on more unavailable air space!!!! There I stood flexed with all my might not to fall on top of my poor sweet sitting woman in brown and ready to kick backwards to find a mammoth foot should she get anymore physical…and please note I am not that frisky or kinking in the morning unless tequila is involved!!!. Instead I being a polite gal in all my bought and paid for accessories opt for hoping she would find more space at the 1st street station…..YES SHE DID again in what tiny little hole of the sardine can I was standing in HONEST I really thought I was going to become her personal little person for the day!!
:-)
The great news is after being stood on for two stops she was off at the 4th and I could once again ensure that I wasn’t gong to end up in the lap of my sitting lady in brown or stamped with a brand name and carried around all day.
Good Morning everyone!! If it is at all possible could you please make sure you are polite to the world no matter how much you have worked for your imagine!!
Love ya!!
:-)
Today my experience on the sardine started off quite simple average. Average meaning squished into a regular average sardine can with regular average people. However our average train ride changed as we pulled up to the City Hall Station. Now up till then I was strategically standing in front of a sitting passenger, nice quiet lady matching in brown today this fine Thursday. As the sardine can traveled along its route I did my very best making sure my belongings didn’t smack her in the face…..mov’n along to some Hedley in my ipod and the sway of a quiet cozy ride.
BUT then we all hit City Hall and the rotation of passengers starts some get off while others get on, by usually taking the same position as those before so that a well packed sardine can with no hostility can continue. Well not today this mammoth of a woman got on and decided that she was important enough in this world that proper manors and politeness does not apply to her. Now when I say mammoth I don’t mean fat large..she was large enough at about 5’8 size 12-14ish with all the right stuff…4inch heels, coach bag, lulu bag for her extra’s, long bleach blonde straightened hair, to much make up for her wonderful blue eyes and all the extra trimmings…You know stuff that I should shut up about as I stood there in my own fantastic Red 4” heels , coach purse and perfectly straightened hair ;-) But just because you have spent the time, the money and the therapy to get all that doesn’t’ mean you can be rude!!!
So this mammoth of a gal parks her tall ass back to back with me and allows her butt, bag, and elbows to carve out a larger then needed space in our very quiet peaceful sardine can. But she doesn’t just skim me or hold her breath in as to ensure the comfort of those around her I SWEAR she was trying to ride me for some morning sunshine fun!! So as the train started motion the poor woman sitting in front of me saw me sway, the gentleman beside me also felt the movement of people and stood stiff but what did our mammoth lady do…she pushed her back and bag harder into me and her elbows into other neighbor’s taking on more unavailable air space!!!! There I stood flexed with all my might not to fall on top of my poor sweet sitting woman in brown and ready to kick backwards to find a mammoth foot should she get anymore physical…and please note I am not that frisky or kinking in the morning unless tequila is involved!!!. Instead I being a polite gal in all my bought and paid for accessories opt for hoping she would find more space at the 1st street station…..YES SHE DID again in what tiny little hole of the sardine can I was standing in HONEST I really thought I was going to become her personal little person for the day!!
:-)
The great news is after being stood on for two stops she was off at the 4th and I could once again ensure that I wasn’t gong to end up in the lap of my sitting lady in brown or stamped with a brand name and carried around all day.
Good Morning everyone!! If it is at all possible could you please make sure you are polite to the world no matter how much you have worked for your imagine!!
Love ya!!
:-)
Monday Jan 2009
How do you know its Monday>>
When your body refuses to wake up…sure it knows on Saturday and Sunday that really it can be relaxed, lazy and beat to no deadlines so its happy to crawl out of bed and see the morning street lights. But on Monday that same happy body becomes anchored to the warm spot you created through the night, refusing to hear the alarm, refusing to listen to all logic that this warm spot is because it gets up and provides the finical support. That same body that carries you all week, is hard core awake during the wee hours of drinking, that can physically step up to the plate in sports or for a sick friend decides on Monday morning that aches, moans and groans will be great excuses to stay in the soft warm spot….your best tactic is to tell your body that the shower is warm and trick it up and moving :-)
So that’s your first clue to Monday.
Monday people have good intentions to save the environment or a few extra dollars and take transit therefore the traffic all seems to be going the same direction in a half asleep pace that works for all of us on the road however finding a parking is bit more challenging as I do not attempt to squish park the truck on a Monday or when bubbly or in a hurry or when I have passengers…ya ya I love my truck I can’t stay anywhere in it!! . Again you ride transit with a multitude of new found but forever smelt friends on your favorite sardine can, today is Monday so you can listen to the chatty lady tell us about how her boyfriend moved out and her son is starting a new child care but today is your lucky day your sardine partner is an age appropriate cute guy, getting off in two stops but isn’t asking you for the right questions…..probably for reasons I dare not challenge on a Monday morning but seriously get it together people you have 1 maybe 2 stops to close a deal if you can’t then this gal is way to happy let you walk out that door, mention you in her morning story and move on to her next sardine ride.
Third clue that’s its a Monday…When you get to work all the doors to the building are locked and you are unsure which key is needed to unlock them and fumble around like a dork hunting for the right one…you get in to your desk and aaahhhh my desk…home…. A calm comes over your struggling exhausted Monday morning body as it relaxes into the chair to change from boots to shoes only to find you grab one of two different pairs…….guess fussy warm comfy boots it is…. Ahhh J
Enjoy your day!!!
When your body refuses to wake up…sure it knows on Saturday and Sunday that really it can be relaxed, lazy and beat to no deadlines so its happy to crawl out of bed and see the morning street lights. But on Monday that same happy body becomes anchored to the warm spot you created through the night, refusing to hear the alarm, refusing to listen to all logic that this warm spot is because it gets up and provides the finical support. That same body that carries you all week, is hard core awake during the wee hours of drinking, that can physically step up to the plate in sports or for a sick friend decides on Monday morning that aches, moans and groans will be great excuses to stay in the soft warm spot….your best tactic is to tell your body that the shower is warm and trick it up and moving :-)
So that’s your first clue to Monday.
Monday people have good intentions to save the environment or a few extra dollars and take transit therefore the traffic all seems to be going the same direction in a half asleep pace that works for all of us on the road however finding a parking is bit more challenging as I do not attempt to squish park the truck on a Monday or when bubbly or in a hurry or when I have passengers…ya ya I love my truck I can’t stay anywhere in it!! . Again you ride transit with a multitude of new found but forever smelt friends on your favorite sardine can, today is Monday so you can listen to the chatty lady tell us about how her boyfriend moved out and her son is starting a new child care but today is your lucky day your sardine partner is an age appropriate cute guy, getting off in two stops but isn’t asking you for the right questions…..probably for reasons I dare not challenge on a Monday morning but seriously get it together people you have 1 maybe 2 stops to close a deal if you can’t then this gal is way to happy let you walk out that door, mention you in her morning story and move on to her next sardine ride.
Third clue that’s its a Monday…When you get to work all the doors to the building are locked and you are unsure which key is needed to unlock them and fumble around like a dork hunting for the right one…you get in to your desk and aaahhhh my desk…home…. A calm comes over your struggling exhausted Monday morning body as it relaxes into the chair to change from boots to shoes only to find you grab one of two different pairs…….guess fussy warm comfy boots it is…. Ahhh J
Enjoy your day!!!
Sardine Can Jan.2009
Ever wonder why transit is called the traveling sardine can?
Its because not only do humans purposely squish themselves into a metal box with openings that peel open similar to a sardine can. We find it fascinating and even worth all the effort to become a smelly, slimmy snot filled sardine because the amazing little can moves along a track with no possible means of escape except at a predetermined location. That usually has the human sardines oozing out onto a frozen slab ready for more bumping, elbowing and pushing so we can rush to our desks and change into our new form as a robot worker.
Making the argument for transit sardine cans; There are also smelly everything…once your face is squished up against a strangers body you can smell everything about them. Their laundry soap on their jacket, the way overuse of cologne, the fact that they are nervous or way to warm as well and giving off their own personal smell mixed in with their brand of deodorant, their toothpaste or lack there of and lord knows I probably could smell their stinky feet!!!
The great thing about riding transit is your never alone and your always two steps away from the creepiest guy you have ever seen. But on the positive there is always a smiling sardine just trying to make the ride a brighter place.
Have a great day!!!
Its because not only do humans purposely squish themselves into a metal box with openings that peel open similar to a sardine can. We find it fascinating and even worth all the effort to become a smelly, slimmy snot filled sardine because the amazing little can moves along a track with no possible means of escape except at a predetermined location. That usually has the human sardines oozing out onto a frozen slab ready for more bumping, elbowing and pushing so we can rush to our desks and change into our new form as a robot worker.
Making the argument for transit sardine cans; There are also smelly everything…once your face is squished up against a strangers body you can smell everything about them. Their laundry soap on their jacket, the way overuse of cologne, the fact that they are nervous or way to warm as well and giving off their own personal smell mixed in with their brand of deodorant, their toothpaste or lack there of and lord knows I probably could smell their stinky feet!!!
The great thing about riding transit is your never alone and your always two steps away from the creepiest guy you have ever seen. But on the positive there is always a smiling sardine just trying to make the ride a brighter place.
Have a great day!!!
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