I was going to begin my blog this morning with a list of pros's and con's about my husband but thought it could get a little dicey so I'll just skip to the #1 thing that absolutely pisses me off more than anything else in this entire world.
~ Having to ask my husband to help me do something concerning our children.
It's not that he minds helping, that he intentionally tries not to, or doesn't want to help. Actually it's quite the opposite. Trey is a great dad, loves his kids and is the first to jump in and get the crew moving .... but you have to ask. And people, it is the need to ask part that sends me directly into witch overload.
As an example, this morning I overslept and woke up a few minutes after 6 am instead of our normal 5:55 am wake up time. Kids are still snuggled in their beds and my husband is on the back porch reading the news on my iphone (that is a whole other issue) smoking. There he sits undisturbed, chilling out before he has to get ready and leave the house by 6:30, which leaves me alone to wrestle our brood through the morning ritual and out the door with lunches and bookbags packed. Of course I jump up when I notice the time and race to the porch to ask for assistance with getting the kids up and served breakfast while I barely have time to shower (another day of not shaving my legs) and scurry around making lunches and getting myself dressed. What infuriates me is that in his hands rests the darn phone that, sur-freaking-prise, shows the TIME!! Dear Sweet Baby Jesus in Heaven ... why why why why why doesn't he notice that it is past 6 am and take a brief moment to wake up the kids, instead of me screeching like a banshee at him from across the house? I used to think that nirvana was recreating the love scene in Legends of the Fall with Brad Pitt but now I would gladly take waking up and finding my children dressed and eating breakfast without any of my assistance.
On another note, Annie my sweetcakes 5 year old is becoming quite the little troublemaker in her kindergarten class. Mind you we haven't even completed 1 month of school and Annie's "green lights" are coming home with strikes and notes that simply say, Will Not Stop Talking, Will Not Participate, Does Not Listen. When asked to explain why she is not behaving in class, her answers are very short and delivered with a little eye-rolling, hands waving, hip holding, sassy explanation. Oh, and don't let me forget the bright red light she received earlier in the week for flat out not participating in music class and then proceeded to pick the paint off the classroom wall while she was standing in the corner, supposedly to think about her bad behavior. Awesome.
Mixed in this craziness is Carl who loves his 4th grade teacher but not the homework and it's practically pulling teeth to have him complete it. (he doesn't even know the meaning of homework yet) And then there is me who is alone after 9:30 pm since my husband gets up at the crack of dawn for work; eating and pathetically watching episode after episode of Friday Night Lights. Which is my new obsession and I am totally in lust with Tim Riggins who is a character on the show, and is not even a real person because he is an actor who plays a character on a television show, where everyone is an actor with a script and none of these people really exist.
I hope he calls me.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
So much to do, so little time
http://youtu.be/-BrDlrytgm8
About a month ago I was happily reading the online version of The Daily Mail which is nothing more than the UK's version of US Magazine; when I stumbled upon an article about this amazing short independent film, that has totally wrecked my life. It featured these 3 guys who are filmmakers and artists that spent a month and a half traveling around 11 countries filming this fellow named Rick walking towards the camera, and compounded all the places they visited into a one minute masterpiece. It is incredible! Here is this guy walking while the venues change around him, some of which I visited during a trip to Europe with my high school language arts class. That film is my new drug and I cannot stop watching it. Later that day as soon as I walked into my house I showed it to Carl and we began to make plans to make our own version, setting out for an adventure as soon as possible. The problem is, I don't know where to start.
I'm not quite sure why that one thing struck a chord so deep down in my soul but it has and I've been obsessively compiling a "bucket list" of things I want see, eat, hear, learn and experience since. Some are obtainable, others I'm not sure will ever be but by God I want to try. For years I have been stuffing little nuggets of "one day I will do's" into my back pocket for safe keeping, but after watching that short film I am just chomping at the bit to lace up my boots and get my Indiana Jones on.
Taped to my bedroom wall is a large sheet of paper I borrowed from Annie's easel that I have begun writing all of my wants into 3 columns of Before December 31 , Before I'm 40 and Before I'm dead. Naturally all the big ticket items are in the "dead" column with the sincere hope that I can afford to make these dreams a reality, since it gives me additional time to save up the money. Of course in a pinch I can always remarry someone with the extra cash flow if I'm getting down to the wire. Honestly it has helped me to remember some things that seemed so significant at one time in my life, it makes me laugh to think how easily I had forgotten all about them.
Will I realize all of my desires and create my own 1 minute video of my amazing journey? Probably not. But boy will I be livid if I die before I achieve at least half of them.
Here are a few of mine:
Before December 31, 2011
Be able to put on, button up and breathe in my wedding dress.
Develop all random film canisters and place pictures into an album.
Learn how to start a fire with a flint rock and 2 sticks, pitch a tent by myself.
Spend the night fishing on the pier.
Start playing the piano again.
Learn how to make my Grandmother's green pepper jelly.
Sending friends and family postcards just to say hello.
Go oyster and clam digging with my kids.
Tie a cherry stem with my tongue.
Before I'm 40
Learn how to play the drums.
Become a certified lifeguard.
See the Cherry Blossom Festival in D.C. and the Rockettes in at Radio City Music Hall.
Help my kids build a treehouse.
Be able to communicate in Spanish and French.
Ride a horse along the shore.
Walk through an Indiana cornfield.
Before I Die
Drive across the U.S. in an old Jeep Wrangler, jeans and a white tank top.
Backpack in Europe with my kids.
Sail to Key West with my family.
Work on a vineyard, be an assistant to a glass blower, learn to dance the Tango.
See the sun rise and set over the Pacific, Arctic and Indian Oceans.
Watch my children get their college diplomas.
Visit Australia and pet a wallaby.
Learn to crack a whip like Indiana Jones.
About a month ago I was happily reading the online version of The Daily Mail which is nothing more than the UK's version of US Magazine; when I stumbled upon an article about this amazing short independent film, that has totally wrecked my life. It featured these 3 guys who are filmmakers and artists that spent a month and a half traveling around 11 countries filming this fellow named Rick walking towards the camera, and compounded all the places they visited into a one minute masterpiece. It is incredible! Here is this guy walking while the venues change around him, some of which I visited during a trip to Europe with my high school language arts class. That film is my new drug and I cannot stop watching it. Later that day as soon as I walked into my house I showed it to Carl and we began to make plans to make our own version, setting out for an adventure as soon as possible. The problem is, I don't know where to start.
I'm not quite sure why that one thing struck a chord so deep down in my soul but it has and I've been obsessively compiling a "bucket list" of things I want see, eat, hear, learn and experience since. Some are obtainable, others I'm not sure will ever be but by God I want to try. For years I have been stuffing little nuggets of "one day I will do's" into my back pocket for safe keeping, but after watching that short film I am just chomping at the bit to lace up my boots and get my Indiana Jones on.
Taped to my bedroom wall is a large sheet of paper I borrowed from Annie's easel that I have begun writing all of my wants into 3 columns of Before December 31 , Before I'm 40 and Before I'm dead. Naturally all the big ticket items are in the "dead" column with the sincere hope that I can afford to make these dreams a reality, since it gives me additional time to save up the money. Of course in a pinch I can always remarry someone with the extra cash flow if I'm getting down to the wire. Honestly it has helped me to remember some things that seemed so significant at one time in my life, it makes me laugh to think how easily I had forgotten all about them.
Will I realize all of my desires and create my own 1 minute video of my amazing journey? Probably not. But boy will I be livid if I die before I achieve at least half of them.
Here are a few of mine:
Before December 31, 2011
Be able to put on, button up and breathe in my wedding dress.
Develop all random film canisters and place pictures into an album.
Learn how to start a fire with a flint rock and 2 sticks, pitch a tent by myself.
Spend the night fishing on the pier.
Start playing the piano again.
Learn how to make my Grandmother's green pepper jelly.
Sending friends and family postcards just to say hello.
Go oyster and clam digging with my kids.
Tie a cherry stem with my tongue.
Before I'm 40
Learn how to play the drums.
Become a certified lifeguard.
See the Cherry Blossom Festival in D.C. and the Rockettes in at Radio City Music Hall.
Help my kids build a treehouse.
Be able to communicate in Spanish and French.
Ride a horse along the shore.
Walk through an Indiana cornfield.
Before I Die
Drive across the U.S. in an old Jeep Wrangler, jeans and a white tank top.
Backpack in Europe with my kids.
Sail to Key West with my family.
Work on a vineyard, be an assistant to a glass blower, learn to dance the Tango.
See the sun rise and set over the Pacific, Arctic and Indian Oceans.
Watch my children get their college diplomas.
Visit Australia and pet a wallaby.
Learn to crack a whip like Indiana Jones.
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