I have a freaky memory. I remember EVERYTHING about a person...what the dog's name was on Little House on the Prairie.....what size shoe people wear...the original members of Duran Duran's birthday...what I had for lunch on Jun 26th 1995. You get the picture. But names are just not memorable.
For example, I was an activities' coordinator at a daycare in high school. Think field trips comprised of bowling, tennis, behind the scenes visits to Pizza Hut , and animal park visits with 25 upset 6- 8 years olds in sweltering 100 plus degree heat. Inevitably, someone peed on themselves or threw up on every outing. Sometimes both. One kid's dad was very nice and always chatted when he picked up his son. I knew his name was a book in the Bible, but I simply could not remember it. So what did I do? That's right. I called him a different name every day hoping he would correct me. It started off as Samuel (I certainly didn't want to offend him by calling him Judas) and progressed to Solomon. One day he came in and I said, "Hello Nebuchadnezzar." He just smiled and chatted for a while. Someone asked what I just called him...when I responded, they let me know he was named Titus. I was close, right??? At least I knew it was biblical.
I worked with the sweetest lady named Davonna. Lovely lady. So kind and genuine. However, during the course of an hour long phone call I referred to her as Lavina, Dawanda, Yolanda, Rolanda, and even threw in Ravine. Surely she would correct me!!! She said no one got her name correct (it was a family name) so she just responded to all of the names. It didn't bother her. Actually, I never correct people when they mispronounce my name.
Maybe this is why celebrities name their kids Audio Science, Pilot Inspector, and Zuma. It is more memorable? Although someone is going to slip and call Zuma Zumba one day.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
We should really take fashion lessons from kids
I was looking at my 6 year old daughter the other day and pondering her outfit. She was wearing pink, purple, and black striped leggings, hot pink tutu, an UGA shirt, bunny slippers, and a red sequined headband. Somehow, she looked so effortlessly pulled together. Is this what we call kindergarten chic? Imagine the looks you would get if you wore that out in public. That's right, Stacy and Clinton and the entire TLC crew would be trailing behind you asking you if you were ready to go before the 360 mirror.
Or my 8 year old son who had on khaki shorts, frog rain boots, and his peace shirt in the yard . Why is it cute to wear ducks or frogs when you are a kid but people think you need medication if you wear them as an adult? I mean Hugh Hefner built an empire based on a "bunny" so if I feel like wearing a "Beary Happy" shirt, why shouldn't that be socially acceptable? Maybe you like ducks (and I don't mean a University of Oregon shirt) and feel quacky? I bet if Jennifer Aniston or someone from the Twilight series was photographed wearing frog boots the inventory would be depleted in under 24 hours.
We spend so much time deciding what makes us look taller, thinner, younger, curvier (I don't have that worry) or hip. But kids know they look cool wearing footed pajamas, cowboy boots, and a fireman's hat at Publix. Are they so much more confident? Or are we just soooooo worried what everyone else will think? I mean Baby Woo Woo looks very cute in his t-shirt that says "Mothers Lock Up Your Daughters" but he is 13 months old. Woo Woo also looked cute in his "Hello, My Name is Mr, Adorable" shirt. Guys try that when you are 25. Women would say your shirt should say "Hello, My Name is Mr. A.. followed by the double s.
And kids look cute with words written across the seat of their pants. Sadly, too many adults missed this memo because people frequently have "juicy" or 'VS" on their butt. I mean if you are going to have words on your butt, go for the gusto and have something like "booty" or "junk in the trunk" written on your seat. Run with it!
Until next time...
Or my 8 year old son who had on khaki shorts, frog rain boots, and his peace shirt in the yard . Why is it cute to wear ducks or frogs when you are a kid but people think you need medication if you wear them as an adult? I mean Hugh Hefner built an empire based on a "bunny" so if I feel like wearing a "Beary Happy" shirt, why shouldn't that be socially acceptable? Maybe you like ducks (and I don't mean a University of Oregon shirt) and feel quacky? I bet if Jennifer Aniston or someone from the Twilight series was photographed wearing frog boots the inventory would be depleted in under 24 hours.
We spend so much time deciding what makes us look taller, thinner, younger, curvier (I don't have that worry) or hip. But kids know they look cool wearing footed pajamas, cowboy boots, and a fireman's hat at Publix. Are they so much more confident? Or are we just soooooo worried what everyone else will think? I mean Baby Woo Woo looks very cute in his t-shirt that says "Mothers Lock Up Your Daughters" but he is 13 months old. Woo Woo also looked cute in his "Hello, My Name is Mr, Adorable" shirt. Guys try that when you are 25. Women would say your shirt should say "Hello, My Name is Mr. A.. followed by the double s.
And kids look cute with words written across the seat of their pants. Sadly, too many adults missed this memo because people frequently have "juicy" or 'VS" on their butt. I mean if you are going to have words on your butt, go for the gusto and have something like "booty" or "junk in the trunk" written on your seat. Run with it!
Until next time...
Thursday, April 14, 2011
You really never know what your child will say...
My 6 year old daughter is a natural entertainer. I love her sense of humor because it is so eerily similar to mine. Could this be genetic?
For example, last night my in-laws took her to a local dining establishment for dinner. When I asked what she had for dinner, she said with a big (albeit toothy) grin on her face, "I had chicken, macaroni, biscuits, strawberries, and diarrhea." I was a bit shocked, but at least the order was correct. She went for a checkup at the doctor a couple of weeks ago and boldly announced upon entering the waiting area that, "this smells like an old person's house." Maybe she will be a comedienne? SNL could use some humor so maybe we could be the only mommy/daughter regulars on the show. I can do my Nancy Grace impersonation and she could sing something from Selena Gomez\.
My 8 yr old son is much more serious . However, I announced to him that he will have to dress up for tomorrow's awards ceremony. He said, "Great! I will wear my Spiderman shirt that lights up." Are shirts and shoes that light up considered formal wear? I guess lights equate with bling. But I liked the way he was thinking.
Of course they also say things that don't really go over well with me due to the brutal honesty they possess. "Mommy, when do you think your stomach will look they way it did before you had Baby Woo Woo?" Mmmm. Probably when I visit a plastic surgeon would be my best guess, but I don't say that aloud.
Of course I was mortified the time we were in line at Target and my daughter pointed at the lady in front of us and said, "Mommy she is pretty and fat," What???? I said we are all different and beauty really comes from within, but when you are 6, you just say what's your mind.
Back to work...I guess I am channeling my inner diva because my flip flops have beads on them. Move over JLo....
For example, last night my in-laws took her to a local dining establishment for dinner. When I asked what she had for dinner, she said with a big (albeit toothy) grin on her face, "I had chicken, macaroni, biscuits, strawberries, and diarrhea." I was a bit shocked, but at least the order was correct. She went for a checkup at the doctor a couple of weeks ago and boldly announced upon entering the waiting area that, "this smells like an old person's house." Maybe she will be a comedienne? SNL could use some humor so maybe we could be the only mommy/daughter regulars on the show. I can do my Nancy Grace impersonation and she could sing something from Selena Gomez\.
My 8 yr old son is much more serious . However, I announced to him that he will have to dress up for tomorrow's awards ceremony. He said, "Great! I will wear my Spiderman shirt that lights up." Are shirts and shoes that light up considered formal wear? I guess lights equate with bling. But I liked the way he was thinking.
Of course they also say things that don't really go over well with me due to the brutal honesty they possess. "Mommy, when do you think your stomach will look they way it did before you had Baby Woo Woo?" Mmmm. Probably when I visit a plastic surgeon would be my best guess, but I don't say that aloud.
Of course I was mortified the time we were in line at Target and my daughter pointed at the lady in front of us and said, "Mommy she is pretty and fat," What???? I said we are all different and beauty really comes from within, but when you are 6, you just say what's your mind.
Back to work...I guess I am channeling my inner diva because my flip flops have beads on them. Move over JLo....
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Spring Break-An Oxymoron
As Spring Break comes to a close, I am freaking delighted!!! Who invented this term? They certainly weren't a mother with 3 kids ( 2 of those acting like some type of rabid creature this week). As I looked around the house this am, (well actually as my 6 year old daughter, aka the bed hog, shoved me off the king sized bed) I was elated at the prospect of school restarting on Monday. Even the dog looked happy as he snoozed away this am. After all, he was the only creature in the kid's bedroom. That's right, the kids play musical beds all night long and I have giant dark circles under my eyes to prove it. Why don't I have a room? I can't even go to the bathroom by myself. Someone is always trailing behind to see what I am doing, because watching someone floss is the equivalent of the the excitement surrounding Wills & Kate. Does this mean I can expect to see "E" waiting in the front yard? Can I have just a moment of solitude so that I won't be sent to solitary confinement?
Sorry, I am back. My just celebrated 8 yr old (that is another story) made me stop what I was doing to open a new box of crackers. Yes, because it is very important to have your peanut butter cracker allotment at 5:45 am. Those Keebler elves know a good thing, eh? Reflecting back on the week, thank goodness I sent the older 2 to my parents for a few days. That seems like another lifetime ago, and initially I was concerned as they had never stayed with my parents. Pat on the back to me. One of the few brilliant ideas I have had in my life. The idea would have been better had I sent them for the ENTIRE week. Lesson learned.
What has happened to my previously perfectly happy 8 yr old son? He has been replaced by a moody, brooding rocker.Perhaps he will be one of those "difficult to work with but brilliant artist" type peeps because right now he is just plain difficult. He had a shirt that said "Emo" as a toddler and we must find one of those in a larger size.
My daughter has always been unique. 6 going on 26 and describing her as conniving would be a mild declaration. I swear she cannot be trusted with some of those crazy ideas she has. She put the flip cam in the bath tub to film underwater. What????? Will she be Jacques Cousteau? I came home one day to find a pile of wet clothes on the floor. When asked what happened, I was met with a shrug and a "the clothes got wet." Really? I had no idea as there is nothing I enjoy doing more than starting ANOTHER load of laundry.
It's difficult keeping everyone happy. Even the dog is emotionally reeling from a bad haircut. I told the vet to
make my big fluffy, bear like dog have a lion cut. They certainly took that to heart as he now has a creepy giraffe like tail and looks naked. I think this has all affected his dignity.
And I was left speechless when the babysitter asked what exactly I did because I was always on the computer. Too much to explain! I have this awesome new job that I love, but as with any new gig, there is a learning curve.I also realized there are almost 10 fabulous named Melissa in my life. Is this some type of sign from the universe? This is good, because there is a great likelihood that if I call someone Melissa, the name is correct.
To all of you who read and send feedback, a big thank you to you. For those shy peeps who don't follow, but read behind closed doors (that's right..I am speaking to my BIL Patrick) I appreciate you too. However, don't be afraid to become a follower here or on Twitter. You can even like my updates on LinkedIn. Gosh, you can even like me in general. This is my abbreviated attempt at mind control.
It's hard to stay upset at my little people. My son just yelled from the living room that he "loved me more than anything in the whole entire world." Sigh...That is what makes being a mom so awesome, even if it feels crazy! Peace out:)
Sorry, I am back. My just celebrated 8 yr old (that is another story) made me stop what I was doing to open a new box of crackers. Yes, because it is very important to have your peanut butter cracker allotment at 5:45 am. Those Keebler elves know a good thing, eh? Reflecting back on the week, thank goodness I sent the older 2 to my parents for a few days. That seems like another lifetime ago, and initially I was concerned as they had never stayed with my parents. Pat on the back to me. One of the few brilliant ideas I have had in my life. The idea would have been better had I sent them for the ENTIRE week. Lesson learned.
What has happened to my previously perfectly happy 8 yr old son? He has been replaced by a moody, brooding rocker.Perhaps he will be one of those "difficult to work with but brilliant artist" type peeps because right now he is just plain difficult. He had a shirt that said "Emo" as a toddler and we must find one of those in a larger size.
My daughter has always been unique. 6 going on 26 and describing her as conniving would be a mild declaration. I swear she cannot be trusted with some of those crazy ideas she has. She put the flip cam in the bath tub to film underwater. What????? Will she be Jacques Cousteau? I came home one day to find a pile of wet clothes on the floor. When asked what happened, I was met with a shrug and a "the clothes got wet." Really? I had no idea as there is nothing I enjoy doing more than starting ANOTHER load of laundry.
It's difficult keeping everyone happy. Even the dog is emotionally reeling from a bad haircut. I told the vet to
make my big fluffy, bear like dog have a lion cut. They certainly took that to heart as he now has a creepy giraffe like tail and looks naked. I think this has all affected his dignity.
And I was left speechless when the babysitter asked what exactly I did because I was always on the computer. Too much to explain! I have this awesome new job that I love, but as with any new gig, there is a learning curve.I also realized there are almost 10 fabulous named Melissa in my life. Is this some type of sign from the universe? This is good, because there is a great likelihood that if I call someone Melissa, the name is correct.
To all of you who read and send feedback, a big thank you to you. For those shy peeps who don't follow, but read behind closed doors (that's right..I am speaking to my BIL Patrick) I appreciate you too. However, don't be afraid to become a follower here or on Twitter. You can even like my updates on LinkedIn. Gosh, you can even like me in general. This is my abbreviated attempt at mind control.
It's hard to stay upset at my little people. My son just yelled from the living room that he "loved me more than anything in the whole entire world." Sigh...That is what makes being a mom so awesome, even if it feels crazy! Peace out:)
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Busy, busy, busy but somehow we find the time to let everyone know how busy we are
I recently started a new job that I LOVE! It makes my heart jump with excitement, just like when I find a pair of Carlos Santana sandals at Ross in a size 6 (I'm still trying to get my butt back to a 6, but that is for my next blog) or when I realize a new Ryan Gosling movie is being released. (Hey Ryan, if you are reading this, I adore you! I know I am older than you, but my husband supports my crush. Love, T2)
It's been wonderfully chaotic with the new job, and of course there is the chaos with the kids, furry people, the endless supply of laundry, and the "to do" list. Speaking of the to do list, it is starting to resemble a modern day version of War and Peace as it is quite lengthy.I have been slacking as of late with the blog, but somehow I find time to tweet, post, and update my status. Gosh, what did we do before social media?
As I was telling my kids the other day, there was a time when we didn't have cell phones to which my daughter responded with, "was that back when dinosaurs roamed the Earth?" Not quite. There was a time when you were running late that people found out you were late once you showed up. No cell phone to say, "I'm late." No text to say, "Running B-hind". And of course we couldn't update our FB status, LinkedIn status or tweet to everyone that, "traffic is a nightmare." Which leads me to the thought that my life is really exciting, eh? (I'm paying homage to my Canadian friends. Cheers!)
I just posted on FB that I wanted to know if people prefer crunchy or creamy peanut butter? Why? Am I in the process of building the world's largest peanut butter sandwich and plan on tweeting the whereabouts of said sandwich? What about the people who are are allergic to peanut butter? Will they "unfriend" me? Last week I posted the question, "Name the most annoying band ever." My purpose? I am seeking a good laugh. People are funny when they are speaking off the cuff.
I think we are innately curious about others. Quirky stuff-it's what we find interesting. FB, twitter, and blogs help us share our creative side and "bond" with others.
My kids saw a pay phone a few weeks ago and were mystified by this object. "Can we put $$$ in it Mommy?' I explained to them it was, sadly not a slot machine but a phone. It was a relic from the past that they found fascinating. Who knows what will exist when my 1 year old gets older? I don't know but hopefully they come up something better than LOL. GAG:)
It's been wonderfully chaotic with the new job, and of course there is the chaos with the kids, furry people, the endless supply of laundry, and the "to do" list. Speaking of the to do list, it is starting to resemble a modern day version of War and Peace as it is quite lengthy.I have been slacking as of late with the blog, but somehow I find time to tweet, post, and update my status. Gosh, what did we do before social media?
As I was telling my kids the other day, there was a time when we didn't have cell phones to which my daughter responded with, "was that back when dinosaurs roamed the Earth?" Not quite. There was a time when you were running late that people found out you were late once you showed up. No cell phone to say, "I'm late." No text to say, "Running B-hind". And of course we couldn't update our FB status, LinkedIn status or tweet to everyone that, "traffic is a nightmare." Which leads me to the thought that my life is really exciting, eh? (I'm paying homage to my Canadian friends. Cheers!)
I just posted on FB that I wanted to know if people prefer crunchy or creamy peanut butter? Why? Am I in the process of building the world's largest peanut butter sandwich and plan on tweeting the whereabouts of said sandwich? What about the people who are are allergic to peanut butter? Will they "unfriend" me? Last week I posted the question, "Name the most annoying band ever." My purpose? I am seeking a good laugh. People are funny when they are speaking off the cuff.
I think we are innately curious about others. Quirky stuff-it's what we find interesting. FB, twitter, and blogs help us share our creative side and "bond" with others.
My kids saw a pay phone a few weeks ago and were mystified by this object. "Can we put $$$ in it Mommy?' I explained to them it was, sadly not a slot machine but a phone. It was a relic from the past that they found fascinating. Who knows what will exist when my 1 year old gets older? I don't know but hopefully they come up something better than LOL. GAG:)
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