Oh my Irish Lord. Its happened again. Spring is the time of renewal and rebirth. And my house has seen fit to take this change literally. Every year...a week after my birthday...which is St. Patrick's Day...my family endures some kind of home related mishap. Whether it be a dishwasher leak that floods the house, a tree bigger than the Cliffs of Moher slamming into our existence, the need for not one but TWO septic tanks to be outfitted in our front and side yards because we are in fact THAT full of shit. Or perhaps its a toilet tank that decides to stop working and floods the ENTIRE upstairs of our home with water...which happens to be the latest in the litany of Irish disasters to befall our humble abode.
What in the name of all things GREEN is going on? Picture this: when stressed and stretched beyond all reasonable expectations, I cry. Boldly, unabashedly, and with little regard to whom may encounter my display of Irish pissiness. I am awakened this morning by my nine year old son walking...very calmly mind you...into our room to inform us that "Hey guys, just to let you know, the carpet is WAY wet outside the bathroom up here. No biggie though. Go back to sleep." Well...Jesse...my adoring husband...springs into action(like the Irish one:) and proceeds to check out the issue. Not quite 10 seconds later I hear "^%^%$#%^%&^*&(()_()*(&*^*^&*^&^$%$!!!!!!" And so began my 2 hour tear fest. I knew this was not to be our usual Saturday morn.
Upon closer and cussier inspection, our ENTIRE top floor was drenched. Carpet was soaked and closets were in the process of flooding. Water was collecting in the ceiling in the kitchen, which is directly below the bathroom in question. My beloved kitchen chandelier was FULL...and I do mean FULL...of water. There was a perfect outline of the bathroom floor on the kitchen ceiling. Water had infiltrated the walls in the kitchen...flowing ever so gently into The Spy's office in the basement. Chaos. Total and complete chaos. We were straight up cursing in tongues y'all...no lie.
So...we called our insurance company for yet ANOTHER claim. They sent out Justin from Service Pro. Lovely lovely man. He pulled up carpet, bathroom tile, base boards...he took care of the issues at hand. Since we are no strangers to the huge industrial dryers they install for water related claims...we knew what to expect: NOISE. unadulterated, mind numbing, make-ya-wanna-kick-a-puppy NOISE. We got it. Its great. Its 4 days of great in fact. But then begins the infestation of contractors to lay new carpet, tile, paint the kitchen...possibly put up a new wall in the kitchen if it fails to dry out properly. Did I mention that I opened up my best bottle of Rothschild at noon today? I so did. And it was GOOD. Very. Very. GOOD.
Now we are left with bare sub flooring, water stained ceilings and walls and the inescapable notion that maybe...JUST maybe...this is God's way of taking care of us.
You see...we have been stressing out...well ok, I have been stressing out...over the fact that we were going to have to use my husband's bonus to pay for routine upkeep and maitanence of our home to ready it for sale. Losing ANY portion of that bonus would have meant losing a down payment on a new home. It would have meant that our daughter would have to wait on getting her first car. It would have meant a lot of little things that would then add up to a lot of bigger things. So perhaps God has allowed our home to stick to its regularly scheduled programming of FUBARING us in the butt so that we could keep that bonus for what HE deems necessary. My husband...GOD love him...is very adept at seeing the bigger picture. He pointed this subtle nuance out to me. I pray that yes... Yes indeed Jesus is shining down on us in ways we cannot possibly fathom while in the middle of stress and strife. I pray that my hormonal...freak first ask questions later...mentality is just giving my Savior a chuckle.
A big fat gut busting chuckle. From my mouth to your ear God. For. Realz.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Even at 38, lessons must be learned. Damnit.
Its been just a little bit since I have had the time to write. I have missed it ever so. During the last couple of weeks I have celebrated a birthday...my 38th thank you very much...I have reconnected with a certain member of my family that I love oh so very much (with whom I share a history so deep and profound that to allow "life" to get in our way again would be damn near criminal:)...and I have have realized yet again that while my husband may be a man of few words, he certainly has the uncanny ability to draw a line through all my junk and leave me with an authentic and true outline of what is important in my life.
I also learned another lesson...one that I have known since puberty but apparently life thought it necessary to lob at me once more...just for good measure. WOMEN ARE MEAN! Seriously...its as if some truly never out grow their middle school mentalities and just keep driving the beeotch truck right through their lives and everyone else's. I have so little understanding of this kind of woman...the ones that have to cut you down to make themselves feel better...the ones that look at you as though you are the hired help...the ones who dance around insults because they lack the balls to just say what they want to say...the ones who can afford the therapy they so desperately need, but for whatever reason, never seek. But while I have trouble understanding them, I do have pity on them. Because I fear they will never experience lasting female companionship and all the awesomeness that comes along with uplifting and supporting one another. I suppose its that pity...or even compassion if you will...that prevents me from responding to their venomous attacks in kind. I like to think I am gifted in the way of answering their acerbic calls with a softer, sweeter tasting, retort.
And this brings me to my next point: Ladies...when a friend has a differing logic, an alternate delivery, or simply a situational awareness unlike your own...listen. Do not attack and make the other feel as if their opinion is unimportant or stupid. Or even worse...wrong. As women...and especially women who have daughters, like me...we must always practice acceptance. Not only of the individual, but of their unique opinions as well. I hope I am teaching my daughters that there will always be multiple ways of responding to and handling issues that arise with friends and acquaintances. It can't always be about how WE feel. I truly pray I am giving my girls the tools to recognize that when something starts to become too much about them...prayerful consideration is required to insure that their words don't cause more harm than good.
Because in the end...its not just the bullies we need to look out for. Sometimes, the person in the mirror or the ones we love and call friend or sister, can be the mean woman.
I sincerely pray that my girls will always cling to Matthew 5:39 and have the presence of mind to turn the other cheek and choose their words carefully. And when their humanness fails them...I pray they say two very small but very powerful words. "I'm sorry". Because when they aren't said, hurt and resentment can build. Which totally defeats the purpose of living an authentic life. Lord...let my babies learn this lesson early. Amen.
I also learned another lesson...one that I have known since puberty but apparently life thought it necessary to lob at me once more...just for good measure. WOMEN ARE MEAN! Seriously...its as if some truly never out grow their middle school mentalities and just keep driving the beeotch truck right through their lives and everyone else's. I have so little understanding of this kind of woman...the ones that have to cut you down to make themselves feel better...the ones that look at you as though you are the hired help...the ones who dance around insults because they lack the balls to just say what they want to say...the ones who can afford the therapy they so desperately need, but for whatever reason, never seek. But while I have trouble understanding them, I do have pity on them. Because I fear they will never experience lasting female companionship and all the awesomeness that comes along with uplifting and supporting one another. I suppose its that pity...or even compassion if you will...that prevents me from responding to their venomous attacks in kind. I like to think I am gifted in the way of answering their acerbic calls with a softer, sweeter tasting, retort.
And this brings me to my next point: Ladies...when a friend has a differing logic, an alternate delivery, or simply a situational awareness unlike your own...listen. Do not attack and make the other feel as if their opinion is unimportant or stupid. Or even worse...wrong. As women...and especially women who have daughters, like me...we must always practice acceptance. Not only of the individual, but of their unique opinions as well. I hope I am teaching my daughters that there will always be multiple ways of responding to and handling issues that arise with friends and acquaintances. It can't always be about how WE feel. I truly pray I am giving my girls the tools to recognize that when something starts to become too much about them...prayerful consideration is required to insure that their words don't cause more harm than good.
Because in the end...its not just the bullies we need to look out for. Sometimes, the person in the mirror or the ones we love and call friend or sister, can be the mean woman.
I sincerely pray that my girls will always cling to Matthew 5:39 and have the presence of mind to turn the other cheek and choose their words carefully. And when their humanness fails them...I pray they say two very small but very powerful words. "I'm sorry". Because when they aren't said, hurt and resentment can build. Which totally defeats the purpose of living an authentic life. Lord...let my babies learn this lesson early. Amen.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
DMV Nostalgia...
Holy fricken crap. I just scheduled an appt for my oldest to get her learner's permit. How. Did. This. Happen?????? Under what rock have I been hiding to have skipped to THIS part of her life already? It feels like only yesterday that she would fall down the front porch stairs, skin her knees, run to me for comfort and end up falling asleep in my lap. It feels like just the other day that she literally could not turn her light out if I didn't sing the lullaby I wrote for her. It feels like a split second ago that she refused to spend the night at a friend's home because she was afraid her sister would be too lonely without her. It feels like my heart is breaking into a million jagged little pieces.
Flashes of tiny truths blind me daily. I am in the decade of my life that she will leave home and begin her own journey. She will get a serious boyfriend. She will experience earth shattering heartbreak. She will chase success only to find that failure has caught up to her first. She will cry herself to sleep because she finally discovered the wisdom in "don't try to grow up too fast". And I...her incredibly loving but often times too controlling mommy...will be able to do nothing at all to keep these life lessons at bay. She will push through them as I did...with gritted teeth, a refusal to give up and a love of waterproof mascara:)
I hope that as she closes in on the end of her childhood that she appreciates how completely blessed she has been...and always will be. I hope when we drop her off at college we are not dropping her off unarmed to fight off the 101 ways life can shoot you in the face. I PRAY we are putting more ammo in her arsenal so that at any moment she can be ready to fend off the sinister and beguiling curves life can throw you. Simply put: I pray daily that we are teaching her right from wrong and to recognize shades of gray.
I cannot stop my first born from growing into this amazingly fabulous woman I already see before me. But I can prepare her for life by insisting she not take the sunset of her childhood for granted. Take a look around baby girl...drink it in...and know that no matter how many tests you take...how many hearts you break...how many times your own gets broken...how many questions you have that will never have an answer...mommy's lap will always be here. You will never be too old and I will never be too busy to sing you a lullaby.
I love you Kate......(oh and to all Georgia drivers reading this...she makes exceptionally WIDE turns. you have been warned:)
Flashes of tiny truths blind me daily. I am in the decade of my life that she will leave home and begin her own journey. She will get a serious boyfriend. She will experience earth shattering heartbreak. She will chase success only to find that failure has caught up to her first. She will cry herself to sleep because she finally discovered the wisdom in "don't try to grow up too fast". And I...her incredibly loving but often times too controlling mommy...will be able to do nothing at all to keep these life lessons at bay. She will push through them as I did...with gritted teeth, a refusal to give up and a love of waterproof mascara:)
I hope that as she closes in on the end of her childhood that she appreciates how completely blessed she has been...and always will be. I hope when we drop her off at college we are not dropping her off unarmed to fight off the 101 ways life can shoot you in the face. I PRAY we are putting more ammo in her arsenal so that at any moment she can be ready to fend off the sinister and beguiling curves life can throw you. Simply put: I pray daily that we are teaching her right from wrong and to recognize shades of gray.
I cannot stop my first born from growing into this amazingly fabulous woman I already see before me. But I can prepare her for life by insisting she not take the sunset of her childhood for granted. Take a look around baby girl...drink it in...and know that no matter how many tests you take...how many hearts you break...how many times your own gets broken...how many questions you have that will never have an answer...mommy's lap will always be here. You will never be too old and I will never be too busy to sing you a lullaby.
I love you Kate......(oh and to all Georgia drivers reading this...she makes exceptionally WIDE turns. you have been warned:)
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Evil....with sprinkles...
As a completely normal and natural reaction to the insanity that IS my children today...I have decided that at some point in the very near future I may need to get besotted. Proper besotted.
If they would go crazy one at time...I could hang. Two at a time even...I think I could deal. But all three at once? My fantasies of escaping to an untouched island with Jesse and living off the land, drinking from coconut shells and running around half nekkid have now been replaced with leaving to get groceries and simply never returning. Right now it sounds delightful.
Right now I have to keep the broader picture in mind. I quit work in the maddening world of music because it was stealing precious time away from my children. I did this for them. Because I love them. Because they need me.
But tonight...as I prepare to jump in the car YET again to speed my children off to yet ANOTHER "thing"...and its church, so i can't really complain...I am reminded of what my middle daughter said of herself and her siblings years ago. "Mommy, if we were an ice cream flavor it would be Evil. With sprinkles."
They all are. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.
If they would go crazy one at time...I could hang. Two at a time even...I think I could deal. But all three at once? My fantasies of escaping to an untouched island with Jesse and living off the land, drinking from coconut shells and running around half nekkid have now been replaced with leaving to get groceries and simply never returning. Right now it sounds delightful.
Right now I have to keep the broader picture in mind. I quit work in the maddening world of music because it was stealing precious time away from my children. I did this for them. Because I love them. Because they need me.
But tonight...as I prepare to jump in the car YET again to speed my children off to yet ANOTHER "thing"...and its church, so i can't really complain...I am reminded of what my middle daughter said of herself and her siblings years ago. "Mommy, if we were an ice cream flavor it would be Evil. With sprinkles."
They all are. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.
Making an ass of myself in Bible study...good times.
I have this friend. Ok...she's really just more of an acquaintance I met through a friend of a friend. She is a very intelligent, funny, sometimes over-bearing kind of woman. But she's cool...until today...until she went and pissed me off. Now I have to pin her to my blog wall and throw darts at her. But its all in good fun. I am actually really interested in what others think about this issue that she thinks I have...along with about 20 million other woman.
I have a habit...one I do not consider bad in any way, shape or form. I actually think I am being both respectful of my myself and of the people that happen to encounter me during the course of my day. I always...ALWAYS...have my hair styled and make-up on before I step out in public. Now I'm not talking full on run way make-up here. I mean I cover any trouble spots, apply some blush, a little lipstick and my beloved mascara. My hair? Well...its naturally curly, so it does whatever the hell it wants to do. But its big and red and I love it...so I flaunt it.
Over coffee and Bible study, my friend suggested that women who go out of their way to make sure they are always "pretty" have priorities that are misaligned. I'm sorry...what? She insinuated that a woman who spends time doing girly stuff is taking time away from prayer, her husband, her children or community. You MUST be freakin kidding me...right? Please say yes lady. Please tell me you're not serious. I nearly spat my coffee out. I was momentarily speechless! Surely you aren't saying that just because make-up and high heels bring me a joy that apparently Birkenstocks and granola bring to you...that you are somehow better and closer to God than me?
Allow me, if you will, to give you a mental picture of this lady. Think Jamie Lee Curtis + Gloria Steinem + Mother Mary. She's tall, lanky, very outspoken and super duper religious. The woman leads a very spirit filled and knowledgeable Bible study...but she's an odd bird. Not a stitch of make-up...and she only shaves if she has to wear stockings. She has been married to the same man for 30 years and they seem very happy with their four children. But COME ON!!!!! Of course, I interjected respectfully and said something akin to the following. I have to paraphrase myself simply because when I get on a roll...what my husband lovingly calls going-all-julia-sugarbaker-on-someone....I don't always have complete recall as I can sometimes leave my body:)
"I sincerely hope you are not implying that a woman should not embrace her femininity. I very much hope that you aren't saying that a woman should not try to look her absolute best for her husband. Because I gotta tell ya...thats why I do "all this". For Jesse. We are a reflection of one another. If he steps out looking like a some hillbilly freak of nature...that says something. If I step out looking I got dressed at the dump...that says something. And listen up...that "something" isn't good. Because the message isn't for anyone else...it speaks directly to US. He looks nice as often as possible because he loves me and wants me to continue to be attracted to the man I promised my life to. And I make the efforts physically for him because...
#1: I am his wife. His WOMAN. And I want him to be proud of that all of the time.
#2: Emotional and physical affairs are spreading like..well, something that spreads really easily. butter, cream cheese? i digress...I will not allow any other woman an "in" with my man. Every woman that encounters me sees that I take care of myself and that I TRY. I put forth an effort because I want my husband to know...and all other would-be-pursuers of my man...that he is spoken for. Spoken loudly for.
#3: Letting myself go is simply not an option. I want to stay looking and feeling young for as long as I can. Not only for my marriage, but for our children. I want my girls to see that taking pride in how one looks is not a bad thing. We aren't to get bogged down in the minutia of it. But we take care of our temples because doing so shows we are appreciative of what God gave to us.
#4: I want my husband to WANT me. In every single possible way. I don't want his attention diverted. When he sees a beautiful woman, I want him to compare her to me. Not the other way around. I want him to desire me. And if a little make-up and hair gel can do that...coupled with exercise...then that is a mighty small price to pay for knowing my husband looks at me with both love AND desire. As God intended.
#5: I like how I look. I like to look pretty. I like to smell good. I like how my legs look in stilettos. I like how my lips are big and red. How like how my hair is big and red. I like me. And maybe...if you made more of an effort...you would like you a lot more too."
She was neither amused nor in agreement with my Oscar winning diatribe. But whatever. I stand very firm...and tall in my heels...on my point. As wives of husbands who are faced with prolific porn on a daily basis, we have to do something. I am in no way taking responsibility away from the men. If they stray and do something monumentally stupid...they deserve to be flogged. But we cannot forget that our men are visual creatures. They need to like what they see. And if they are looking at the same face, legs and butt for the rest of their lives...as loving wives the least we can do is make sure we are giving them something good to stare at.
I don't think I will be invited back to this Bible study.....
I have a habit...one I do not consider bad in any way, shape or form. I actually think I am being both respectful of my myself and of the people that happen to encounter me during the course of my day. I always...ALWAYS...have my hair styled and make-up on before I step out in public. Now I'm not talking full on run way make-up here. I mean I cover any trouble spots, apply some blush, a little lipstick and my beloved mascara. My hair? Well...its naturally curly, so it does whatever the hell it wants to do. But its big and red and I love it...so I flaunt it.
Over coffee and Bible study, my friend suggested that women who go out of their way to make sure they are always "pretty" have priorities that are misaligned. I'm sorry...what? She insinuated that a woman who spends time doing girly stuff is taking time away from prayer, her husband, her children or community. You MUST be freakin kidding me...right? Please say yes lady. Please tell me you're not serious. I nearly spat my coffee out. I was momentarily speechless! Surely you aren't saying that just because make-up and high heels bring me a joy that apparently Birkenstocks and granola bring to you...that you are somehow better and closer to God than me?
Allow me, if you will, to give you a mental picture of this lady. Think Jamie Lee Curtis + Gloria Steinem + Mother Mary. She's tall, lanky, very outspoken and super duper religious. The woman leads a very spirit filled and knowledgeable Bible study...but she's an odd bird. Not a stitch of make-up...and she only shaves if she has to wear stockings. She has been married to the same man for 30 years and they seem very happy with their four children. But COME ON!!!!! Of course, I interjected respectfully and said something akin to the following. I have to paraphrase myself simply because when I get on a roll...what my husband lovingly calls going-all-julia-sugarbaker-on-someone....I don't always have complete recall as I can sometimes leave my body:)
"I sincerely hope you are not implying that a woman should not embrace her femininity. I very much hope that you aren't saying that a woman should not try to look her absolute best for her husband. Because I gotta tell ya...thats why I do "all this". For Jesse. We are a reflection of one another. If he steps out looking like a some hillbilly freak of nature...that says something. If I step out looking I got dressed at the dump...that says something. And listen up...that "something" isn't good. Because the message isn't for anyone else...it speaks directly to US. He looks nice as often as possible because he loves me and wants me to continue to be attracted to the man I promised my life to. And I make the efforts physically for him because...
#1: I am his wife. His WOMAN. And I want him to be proud of that all of the time.
#2: Emotional and physical affairs are spreading like..well, something that spreads really easily. butter, cream cheese? i digress...I will not allow any other woman an "in" with my man. Every woman that encounters me sees that I take care of myself and that I TRY. I put forth an effort because I want my husband to know...and all other would-be-pursuers of my man...that he is spoken for. Spoken loudly for.
#3: Letting myself go is simply not an option. I want to stay looking and feeling young for as long as I can. Not only for my marriage, but for our children. I want my girls to see that taking pride in how one looks is not a bad thing. We aren't to get bogged down in the minutia of it. But we take care of our temples because doing so shows we are appreciative of what God gave to us.
#4: I want my husband to WANT me. In every single possible way. I don't want his attention diverted. When he sees a beautiful woman, I want him to compare her to me. Not the other way around. I want him to desire me. And if a little make-up and hair gel can do that...coupled with exercise...then that is a mighty small price to pay for knowing my husband looks at me with both love AND desire. As God intended.
#5: I like how I look. I like to look pretty. I like to smell good. I like how my legs look in stilettos. I like how my lips are big and red. How like how my hair is big and red. I like me. And maybe...if you made more of an effort...you would like you a lot more too."
She was neither amused nor in agreement with my Oscar winning diatribe. But whatever. I stand very firm...and tall in my heels...on my point. As wives of husbands who are faced with prolific porn on a daily basis, we have to do something. I am in no way taking responsibility away from the men. If they stray and do something monumentally stupid...they deserve to be flogged. But we cannot forget that our men are visual creatures. They need to like what they see. And if they are looking at the same face, legs and butt for the rest of their lives...as loving wives the least we can do is make sure we are giving them something good to stare at.
I don't think I will be invited back to this Bible study.....
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
A DAY OF DAYS!!!!
I received an email from an old studio pal this morning. It seems he had heard through the proverbial grapevine of my plans to simplify my life with less technology and was concerned for my mental well being. How very sweet of him. He is British so I will quote him for you...." I am worried for you love. Do you find yourself permanently besotted? Are you proper wanked?" This is his way of being highly concerned that I have completely lost my mind. (i had to look up besotted. it means very drunk. i will have to use this word as often as possible now. i heart it:)
I assured him that no...I am absolutely proper fine. I will work as I see fit and as the project strikes my proper fancy. (i also love to throw out proper...as you can see) I then explained that today marked a DAY OF DAYS in the life MOI!!!! Today I am going to see one of the bands that I have always wanted to see. A band that when people first meet me, learn of my personality, my faith, and every other aspect of my life....become quite surprised that I am such a die hard fan of. Ladies and gentlemen of la blog......I give you....TOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I Mean seriously....I may actually have a small stroke from the excitement. Or at the very least...a giggle fit. Any fears my friend may have had regarding my new found life of simplicity were laid to rest the second I outlined my plan of attack for the evening. Which will go a lil' something like this...
Maynard James Keenan...the lead singer of Tool...has no doubt picked up on the psychic vibrations of my impending arrival. He's ready, I'm sure of it. He shall call to me from my seat on high and invite me on stage to sing my favorite song, 46 and 2. I will harmonize with stunning perfection. We will banter in between guitar and drum solos about any number of political and social issues. And of course we will bond over our mutual love of all things Oneology. After which he will realize he cannot live without my company and he will invite me and my family to come live with him and his family and we will all live and make music happily ever after.
My friend didn't bother emailing me. He called me to say he loved me and that I had redeemed myself marvelously. Actually he said "maaaaahhhhveloooosleee" He then cautioned me to remember that I was a married woman and to "keep me dainties to meself"
Always sound advice:) TOOL!!!!!
I assured him that no...I am absolutely proper fine. I will work as I see fit and as the project strikes my proper fancy. (i also love to throw out proper...as you can see) I then explained that today marked a DAY OF DAYS in the life MOI!!!! Today I am going to see one of the bands that I have always wanted to see. A band that when people first meet me, learn of my personality, my faith, and every other aspect of my life....become quite surprised that I am such a die hard fan of. Ladies and gentlemen of la blog......I give you....TOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I Mean seriously....I may actually have a small stroke from the excitement. Or at the very least...a giggle fit. Any fears my friend may have had regarding my new found life of simplicity were laid to rest the second I outlined my plan of attack for the evening. Which will go a lil' something like this...
Maynard James Keenan...the lead singer of Tool...has no doubt picked up on the psychic vibrations of my impending arrival. He's ready, I'm sure of it. He shall call to me from my seat on high and invite me on stage to sing my favorite song, 46 and 2. I will harmonize with stunning perfection. We will banter in between guitar and drum solos about any number of political and social issues. And of course we will bond over our mutual love of all things Oneology. After which he will realize he cannot live without my company and he will invite me and my family to come live with him and his family and we will all live and make music happily ever after.
My friend didn't bother emailing me. He called me to say he loved me and that I had redeemed myself marvelously. Actually he said "maaaaahhhhveloooosleee" He then cautioned me to remember that I was a married woman and to "keep me dainties to meself"
Always sound advice:) TOOL!!!!!
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Today sucks...but its STILL a good day:)
Yeah...I got nothin' today. But if I actually had that prozac milkshake, I would chase it with some Mad Dog and some of those clove cigs we used to smoke in high school. Its been a day and its not even noon.
I have a friend who is ALWAYS up at 5am ready to face the world with her hair in a perfect "do", make up just "so", posting all over every social networking site about how wonderful every aspect of her life is. And I want to kill her slowly on days like this. Today has sucked so far. My kids have sucked today so far. My house is a fricken mess. My dog has yet to puke...but she has rolled in either her own crap or some other dog's crap. So she stinks like you cannot imagine. My husband is home...so for that I am indescribably happy. However...he had to go downtown for a conference where there are scads of gorgeous career women prancing around in their gorgeous career stilettos. Trollops.
I do have a point my friends. And it is this: It is perfectly acceptable to have a day where everything isn't just fine and dandy. As wives, mothers and all around wonderful women...it is OK to admit PUBLICLY that our day isn't running smoothly or that....GASP!!!...we aren't feeling sticky sweet!
All too often I see my friends make excuses and apologize ad naseum for not being on top of their game. It happens. Its called life. Its not always pretty. It doesn't always smell good. Sometimes all three females PMS at the same time. Sometimes the dog rolls in crap.
So I will do three things today...watch Steel Magnolias...(because I anticipate needing a good cry)...drink some wine...(because i always toast M'Lynn's graveside speech)...and wash my dog...(because she truly smells like shit)
Because after all...not so awesome days are still very authentic:)
I have a friend who is ALWAYS up at 5am ready to face the world with her hair in a perfect "do", make up just "so", posting all over every social networking site about how wonderful every aspect of her life is. And I want to kill her slowly on days like this. Today has sucked so far. My kids have sucked today so far. My house is a fricken mess. My dog has yet to puke...but she has rolled in either her own crap or some other dog's crap. So she stinks like you cannot imagine. My husband is home...so for that I am indescribably happy. However...he had to go downtown for a conference where there are scads of gorgeous career women prancing around in their gorgeous career stilettos. Trollops.
I do have a point my friends. And it is this: It is perfectly acceptable to have a day where everything isn't just fine and dandy. As wives, mothers and all around wonderful women...it is OK to admit PUBLICLY that our day isn't running smoothly or that....GASP!!!...we aren't feeling sticky sweet!
All too often I see my friends make excuses and apologize ad naseum for not being on top of their game. It happens. Its called life. Its not always pretty. It doesn't always smell good. Sometimes all three females PMS at the same time. Sometimes the dog rolls in crap.
So I will do three things today...watch Steel Magnolias...(because I anticipate needing a good cry)...drink some wine...(because i always toast M'Lynn's graveside speech)...and wash my dog...(because she truly smells like shit)
Because after all...not so awesome days are still very authentic:)
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