Posts Tagged ‘random thoughts’
I’ll be the first to admit – sitting around waiting for things to happen is not my strong suite. Over the last few days I’ve been learning a lot about myself that I probably already knew. I’m a doer. I need to check things off my list and get things done.
I’m also coming to realize that I must have been a giant pain in the ass when I was a child for the days (and possibly weeks) leading up to my birthday, Christmas, Summer vacation, Halloween and any other point in time that I was anxiously and impatiently awaiting something.
I am currently waiting for someone to call me with news that affects a major part of my life. News I am very anxious to get and act on. I was told I would receive that news, regardless of the outcome, last week.
It’s now Tuesday and I’m still waiting. I envy people who can distract themselves enough to keep their minds off of things like this. I am not and never will be one of them.
My mom used to tease me all the time about this. I still can’t figure out how she could sit next to a wrapped present and walk by it for days with no interest at all in peeking inside, especially if it was for her. That can’t be normal, right?
It’s all I can do to not run through the streets screaming in the hopes that someone in a position to do something about it telepathically hears me and gets me the information.
At this point, any information is better than none at all. At least then, if it doesn’t go as I had planned I can accept it and move on. But this limbo thing – ugh!
Please send good thoughts my way. Maybe as a group we can collectively will someone’s mind into getting me the news I am waiting for.
And before anyone starts knitting me pink or blue booties – I promise, I’m not waiting for any – or + signs. Much to Bruce’s unhappiness.
Bruce is doing a scavenger hunt for his orthodontist’s office. There are all sorts of things on this list he has to take a picture with. Some of the items include:- Someone who is at least 85 years old with a picture ID. - A New Kids on the Block poster. - Someone famous. - Having a mock cookout at a lawn and garden store. -Inside a red convertible. -A fortune cookie. Extra points if it has the word happy in it.
We’re doing pretty well with the list so far but some of these are very difficult. Do you know how many famous people there are walking the streets of Tampa? None!
I figured I could find an old used New Kids on the Block magazine pin-up online for a few cents. But no. Apparently, they still have some fans out there because every online site that has them is selling them for $40-$90! Seriously? Most of this Bieber generation don’t even know who they are. Demand is not exactly justifying that kind of price.
We got the fortune cookie but it doesn’t have the word “happy” in it.
Luckily we live in Heaven’s waiting room next to a town called Sun City Center. It is 100% retirement communities.
Yesterday, Bruce and I decided to hit up one of the retirement homes to find the 85-year-old. We struck gold! We met a woman who is 102, the second oldest resident in the home.
This woman is amazing. She still drives every day, just renewed her license, takes care of herself, cooks her own meals, dresses herself and does her own shopping. She is impeccably dressed and well-groomed. And she doesn’t use a walker, cane, wheel chair or anything.
The desk person called her and asked if she would help Bruce out with his project and she ran right down. When she showed up in the lobby, I nearly dropped to the floor. She didn’t look a day over 72!
When she was 100 she took a flight on Southwest airlines so she would get a free bottle of champagne.
I hope when I’m 60 I am doing 1/2 as well as she is.
Well, I didn’t win the lottery while I was on maternity leave so here I am – back at work. After being at home for 4 months I realized – I like not having to come to the office every day. I got so much accomplished. We ate dinner at a reasonable hour. Bruce made it to sports practice on time. Laundry got done and my kitchen was clean. I’d like to stay home more often. Anyone got a good tip on a horse?
Last week was my first week back. I cried a lot. Fusspot was in daycare and we’ve already taken her out and moved her to a home daycare. Today is her first day with a wonderful family in a calmer, loving environment where her individual needs can be met. I feel a lot better today. And bonus – the daycare provider’s 19-year-old daughter works with her and is licensed as well. We get 2 daycare providers for the price of one and a babysitter out of the deal. Score!
Bruce came with us to meet the new daycare provider and he was very concerned that it be in a good neighborhood. When we got there he declared it was a great neighborhood – the people across the street had go-carts in their driveway; new daycare immediately got Big Brother’s stamp of approval. He wants to meet the neighbors. Their pet rooster sealed the deal.
When Bruce was younger I never let him win at games. He had to learn to beat me on his own. He’s still learning how to beat me at most things.
And when I’m right, I’m right. But being right is exhausting. Especially when you have to prove it to an 8-year-old.
Me: Are you excited? This is your first soccer tournament.
Bruce: We had one last year.
Me: Yes, but we weren’t there because we were on vacation. So this is your first one.
Bruce: But there was one last year.
Me: But you weren’t in it so this is your first one.
Bruce : Ugh. We had one last year. Why are you arguing with me?
Me : Because I’m right.
Most of our mother’s taught us that there are things you should never ask a lady, such as her age and weight. What’s more – there are things you should never say or do to a pregnant lady.
~When someone tells you they are pregnant your first response should not be “How old are you?!”
This is especially true if they are under the age of 70. Contrary to what many believe, being 35 does not make her a fossil.
It’s kinda funny that when I was pregnant with Bruce 8 years ago, I used to get the nastiest looks from old ladies. My wedding ring didn’t fit and I looked very young. When women would see me, they would look at my huge stomach, then at my naked ring finger, and then at me and shake their heads. It was a huge reality check for me in learning that many people are narrow minded, judgemental and nosey. If I had a $1 for every time this happened, Bruce would have had a full ride to college by my 3rd trimester.
Now, I get the opposite – people keep telling me that I am at an “advanced age.” and asking me if I intended to have a baby so late in life. Seriously? Since when is 35 advanced? When did I become a dinosaur? I haven’t even bought a burial plot yet – guess I should get on that with my advanced age and all.
~”My how big you’ve gotten”
“You look like you are about to pop now.”
How perceptive of you. Do you think she doesn’t know she can’t see her feet? She’s pregnant, of course she’s getting bigger. If she wasnt’ getting bigger that would be a problem. Unless you’re a doctor or psychic, there is also no need to tell me I must be having twins.
Since you feel so comfortable commenting on my body part sizes, do you mind if I exclaim how big or small your body parts are when I run into you in the store? “Small feet alert in isle 9! You know what that means.”
~ “Can I touch your belly?”
I will never understand why people have such a fascination with the large stomachs of pregnant strangers. Pregnant women are not here for your amusement and they are not Buddha statues that you can rub and make a wish on.
Do you walk up to women with large boobs or men with large bicepts and ask if you can rub those? And just for the record, most of the movement you are feeling in the first several months are her bowl movements, not a baby. Not so amusing and cute now, is it?
~”Are you going to have more right away?”
Can I hatch this egg before you have the next 5 of my children born in your mind first. Are you offering to babysit? That must be why you need to know this. If you aren’t, then mind your own business.
~”Are you going to breast or formula feed?”
Is this your subtle way of finding out how much I love my child and determining if I’m already a horrible mother for shoving a bottle in my child’s mouth? Contrary to what some breast-feeding supporters will have you believe, your children will not hate you for not sticking your breast in their mouth until they are 3 years old and formula fed babies can grow up to be quite intelligent, well adjusted, healthy and wonderful children.
I have a gifted, athletic, and perfectly healthy 7 year old to prove it.
~ “Have you been having a lot of horrible morning sickness?”
No one wants to talk about puke. And if I am having morning sickness, is discussing it in detail going to make me feel better? Unless you are offering to hold my head over the toilet and clean it up then there really is no need for you to know if I spend my days puking my guts out.
And a note to the cashiers in the grocery stores – please just scan my items without scrutinizing everything that I am buying. An occasional pint of Haagen-Dazs is not going to make my unborn child obese in his later years. Unless I am sampling a bottle of vodka, I am perfectly capable of determining what I should and shouldn’t be eating.
And please stop looking at me and my stomach like I’m going to inhale everything in my cart at once when I get to the parking lot.
If you are over the age of 40 you shouldn’t be judging my parenting skills by my groceries. You didn’t even use car seats back when you were rubbing whiskey on your kids’ gums while they were teething.