I never skip Church unless I am on holiday or sick. This may appear to be very holy of me but not really - I am the pastor to children & families so its my job. Back home everything is proceeding smoothly without me. At least I hope it is. It made me start thinking how indeed life goes on in spite of disruptions, sadness, circumstances. The world does not stop for anything or anybody and our job as humans is to keep on ticking right through all the crap the world deals out to us. There is always a tomorrow. I like that because it means we get second chances.
This morning I am attending Bedside Baptist. I am visiting with my Dad and stepmom Heather for a few days before I am embark on my epic trip to Hawaii with 6 friends from my Prince George days. All I really did was purchase my plane ticket and left everything else up to my PG peeps. In other words, I have no idea what I am going to be doing on this week long holiday. I have to just trust and go along for the ride.
I did overpack my suitcase. 3 lbs over to be exact. I gave them my sad face and charming smile and Westjet waved me through. I think Ian would have taken half my stuff out but a girl has to be prepared you know. He kept saying why do you need 5 pairs of shoes? And why do you need 5 books? When you go on holiday you are supposed to be doing stuff not reading books!! I patiently tried to explain it to him but he kept rolling his eyeballs at me. You see I have my running shoes for hiking, my flip flops for the pool/beach, my dressier flip flops for going out somewhere nice (apparently I am on a budget so I asked Ian what that was and he said my budget was to spend nothing - such a silly goose he is), my Jesus sandals - what pastor would leave home without those? And a pair of my favourite sneakers. I am glad I didn't tell him about the water shoes.
I am fair skinned and freckly and I am at that age where I have to look after my skin so I decided I might use a sunless tanning lotion to give me a tropical glow so I googled what the best kind was to use, went to the drugstore and purchased the insanely expensive goop and then when I arrived at my Dad's I tried it out! It looked very dark so I decided just to put it on my lower legs for a test. Lets just say I am grumpy. My legs do not look a golden bronze color at all, they are rather orange like and the one spot where I obviously didn't rub it in looks like a giant birth mark. Oh lets get real, it looks like someone didn't rub their sunless tanning lotion in properly. It has faded considerably so by tomorrow it will be gone right?
I also bought waterproof mascara because I didn't want the regular stuff to run dowm my face making me look like a raccoon. I have tried it on but for the life of me can't figure how to get it off. Maybe it just wears off over time. I know what Ian would say! Why do you even need to wear that stuff anyways? Anyway, I said to him what are we going to do if some guys try to pick us up because we are without our menfolk. Without missing a beat he quips back "Good luck with that!" Whatttttt? Lise, they are looking for younger ladies not a bunch of Grandma types. I had to laugh because he is so right, at least he is about me .......
You see Erica, my every so tiny 16 year old was with me as I tried to find a new bathing suit. We went to this rack and I pulled one off that I thought was suitable. I asked her what she thought and she said it would be nice if I was going to a swim meet. She says I should try a tankini. I am concerned my muffin top will show but I'll humour her. Erica assures me that will not be the case. I take 3 tops into the changing room and hysterical hyenia laughter starts erupting from within my being. Erica is telling to me to shhhhh or maybe she was asking me whats wrong or maybe she was just sitting there texting while ignoring me.
I am not a particularly large human being and everything the Good Lord endowed me with was hanging out and over. I show Erica, she smirks, at least I think its a smirk I see. Little skinny twirp. I used to look like you once upon a time, just a taller version because she is only 5' 3" to my 5' 8". I proclaim that these tankinis are improper for me to wear. You might as well go naked for all that thing covered. Maybe I'll find a bathing suit in Hawaii ........ a nice proper suit. I'll let Erica wear the bikini - tankini suits :)
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Archive 8
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
It has been a month since I have blogged and that is mostly because I have been super duper busy. Work : preaching, policies to write, reports to write, reports to read, people to talk to, meetings to have, meetings to go to, meetings to complain about – when you work at a Church you meet about absolutely everything and I don’t do so well at meetings. I am good for 2 hours and then I start getting distracted whispering, goofing off, spitballs, doodling, making faces, outrageous comments, I wiggle, go the bathroom, distract others. Not so good but reality nonetheless.
We have removed everything that was on the main floor of our house and put it all on the other floors so that hardwood can be put down, we are getting ready for our 3 week adventure to England, Turkey and Israel – we leave in 4 days, there has been laundry to do, meals to cook, taxes to file, Olympics to watch...... Every couple of days I would think “that would be a great thing to blog about” How am I to become a world class blogger when I have no time to perfect my art?
Right now I am sitting in Starbucks at Blue Mountain while the family is having their last ski of the season. Mark decided it was what he wanted to do for his 13th birthday but I don’t feel like hurling my body down the hill today so I will join them for dinner but then will have a couple blissful hours where I can do some work (which I defined above) while I people watch and drink expensive, overpriced, outrageously costly, did I say expensive Starbucks?
I am one of those people that dislike having choices when I go to a restaurant or a coffee shop. There are so many things I would like to try. Ask anyone who has gone to a restaurant with me – I’m terrible. I have to poll everyone to see what they are having and then I change my mind numerous times. I think there should just be 2 choices. Anyway, after much deliberating I narrow it down to a Green Tea shaken iced tea lemonade or a Chai Tea Latte. Hot or cold? Hot makes more sense because its winter but those green tea lemonades are ever so tasty. What to do? What to do?
My cheap side wins out and I decide on the green tea lemonade (shaken not stirred). I order it only to be informed that they only make those drinks on the weekend. What? That seems silly to me. So a Chai Tea Latte it is. It is very good but not worth 4.15 plus tax. It is very spicy. Mmmmmm good.
Speaking of spices, the other night I went to a spice party. It was one of those Epicure parties where the spices come in jars. We got to sniff spices and eat food and win door prizes. I didn’t win one but then I whined how I never win anything (I was just funnin but I think my story of how I had won something once at a Welcome Wagon Baby Shower event, I was really excited and then opened the bag to discover it was an outfit for a preemie baby, Mark weighed in at 10 lbs so it was a rather useless win – my very sad tale caused the Epicure ladies to give me a jar of red pepper jelly). I felt kinda bad because as I was driving home I realized that I may have big time flustered the Epicure ladies with my rather quirky personality. I try to be good but it is just so hard. I hope I didn’t embarrass my friend (whose identity I am protecting). Did you know you can buy ice cream scoops at spice parties? I spent about 65.00 on my new ice cream scoop and spices! Anyway, I tried to figure out on my 10 minute drive home how I was going to tell Ian about my purchase. Who spends that much cashola on spices?
I am the kind of person you want to invite to a party because I feel for the hostess. I am an ESFJ after all. During the candle party phase I would buy candles even though I hate candles because the scents make me sneeze like the dickens. I started saying no to these things because I was going broke. I remember when I was first married, Tupperware was the big thing. I must have gone to a zillion parties all because I feel for the hostess. I even got suckered into having a party once; I practically threatened all my friends with bodily harm if they didn’t come. They were the ones who had roped me into having a party in the first place; the lure of free things was just too much for me! I actually wouldn’t mind going to a Tupperware party as all my stuff is now getting worn out. Apparently, Tupperware is passé.
Anyway, back to my story, I arrive home to a very excited Ian showing me the new shoes he had just purchased at the mall. I asked him how much he spent. He wrinkled his forehead and with a shake of his head said “I have never spent this much on shoes but they were _______(far too much to even write down....hehe)”. Well, I’m no fool. “Gee, Ian that is a lot to spend on shoes but you know, you get what you pay for and I trust your judgement completely when it comes to spending money........ Oh and by the way, I spent 65.00 on an ice cream scoop and spices”.
Over and Out. 8th post complete.
We have removed everything that was on the main floor of our house and put it all on the other floors so that hardwood can be put down, we are getting ready for our 3 week adventure to England, Turkey and Israel – we leave in 4 days, there has been laundry to do, meals to cook, taxes to file, Olympics to watch...... Every couple of days I would think “that would be a great thing to blog about” How am I to become a world class blogger when I have no time to perfect my art?
Right now I am sitting in Starbucks at Blue Mountain while the family is having their last ski of the season. Mark decided it was what he wanted to do for his 13th birthday but I don’t feel like hurling my body down the hill today so I will join them for dinner but then will have a couple blissful hours where I can do some work (which I defined above) while I people watch and drink expensive, overpriced, outrageously costly, did I say expensive Starbucks?
I am one of those people that dislike having choices when I go to a restaurant or a coffee shop. There are so many things I would like to try. Ask anyone who has gone to a restaurant with me – I’m terrible. I have to poll everyone to see what they are having and then I change my mind numerous times. I think there should just be 2 choices. Anyway, after much deliberating I narrow it down to a Green Tea shaken iced tea lemonade or a Chai Tea Latte. Hot or cold? Hot makes more sense because its winter but those green tea lemonades are ever so tasty. What to do? What to do?
My cheap side wins out and I decide on the green tea lemonade (shaken not stirred). I order it only to be informed that they only make those drinks on the weekend. What? That seems silly to me. So a Chai Tea Latte it is. It is very good but not worth 4.15 plus tax. It is very spicy. Mmmmmm good.
Speaking of spices, the other night I went to a spice party. It was one of those Epicure parties where the spices come in jars. We got to sniff spices and eat food and win door prizes. I didn’t win one but then I whined how I never win anything (I was just funnin but I think my story of how I had won something once at a Welcome Wagon Baby Shower event, I was really excited and then opened the bag to discover it was an outfit for a preemie baby, Mark weighed in at 10 lbs so it was a rather useless win – my very sad tale caused the Epicure ladies to give me a jar of red pepper jelly). I felt kinda bad because as I was driving home I realized that I may have big time flustered the Epicure ladies with my rather quirky personality. I try to be good but it is just so hard. I hope I didn’t embarrass my friend (whose identity I am protecting). Did you know you can buy ice cream scoops at spice parties? I spent about 65.00 on my new ice cream scoop and spices! Anyway, I tried to figure out on my 10 minute drive home how I was going to tell Ian about my purchase. Who spends that much cashola on spices?
I am the kind of person you want to invite to a party because I feel for the hostess. I am an ESFJ after all. During the candle party phase I would buy candles even though I hate candles because the scents make me sneeze like the dickens. I started saying no to these things because I was going broke. I remember when I was first married, Tupperware was the big thing. I must have gone to a zillion parties all because I feel for the hostess. I even got suckered into having a party once; I practically threatened all my friends with bodily harm if they didn’t come. They were the ones who had roped me into having a party in the first place; the lure of free things was just too much for me! I actually wouldn’t mind going to a Tupperware party as all my stuff is now getting worn out. Apparently, Tupperware is passé.
Anyway, back to my story, I arrive home to a very excited Ian showing me the new shoes he had just purchased at the mall. I asked him how much he spent. He wrinkled his forehead and with a shake of his head said “I have never spent this much on shoes but they were _______(far too much to even write down....hehe)”. Well, I’m no fool. “Gee, Ian that is a lot to spend on shoes but you know, you get what you pay for and I trust your judgement completely when it comes to spending money........ Oh and by the way, I spent 65.00 on an ice cream scoop and spices”.
Over and Out. 8th post complete.
Archive 7
Sunday, February 7, 2010
The Label Maker
Ahhh, Sunday afternoons.............. A time when I can just relax and do nothing. I don't have to think or plan or be coherent. A time when I can read, play on the computer, have a nap if I so desire (although naps generally have dire consequences in my world, I will not go to sleep that night and I will lay awake with my eyes wide open thinking of all sorts of random things, making random plans, by morning we could be on our way to Timbuktu). Sunday is a time when I can watch TV, bug Ian, bug Erica & Mark. bug the dog whose identity I am protecting, go to Walmart. Are pastors allowed to go to Walmart on Sundays?
My dog is the only one whose identity I will not expose because yesterday Erica did indeed tick me off. Twice in fact. First, she hijacked my facebook and called me odd. Second, she dared ask me "Why?" to one of my directives. I will admit I was a tad grumpy due to a headache and hanging up on her scared the beejeebies out of her. Sorry my dear. I did say I would pay for your therapy.
Erica was asking me over the phone "Why?" when I was in the middle of brushing my teeth. Since the answer to her why question was "because I said so ..." and I thought it sounded lame I decided it would be fun just to hang up. Actually as I write this, I am beginning to realize it is all Mark's fault since he was the dimwit who brought the phone to me when I was brushing my teeth. Mark should now have to pay for Erica's therapy.
Anyway, I am really excited. I bought myself a label maker. This isn't just any old label maker. It is an electronic label maker. Since we decided to put hardwood on our main floor while we are in Europe we have to clear everything (I mean EVERYTHING) off the floor so that means a complete overhaul of years and years and years worth of important junk and less important junk. So I went to Walmart and bought cardboard boxes, file boxes, tupperware containers and a label maker. I now have to organize all my important junk and label it with my new label maker. Its gonna be fun.
I am thinking maybe I should label everything in the house then maybe it will all end up in its correct spot. I could leave messages around the house that I could write with my label maker. I forsee a labelling maniac in the works.
My less important junk is going to go into my big garage sale I am having in the Spring where I am going to make enough money to finance a summer holiday. I realize now that my children have left their childhood behind and are fully embracing their teens. So I have to fugure out what toys and books I am going to keep for my grandchildren & what I will sell to make my big bucks. I shall sell everything that is not useful. I shall sell old things that could be collector items like ghettoblasters, tape decks, old VHS tapes. I shall sell all Ian's old Sports Illustrated magazines. I shall sell my children if they bug me. Hawaii here I come!!!
I am now going to Walmart to buy an iron so I can do the ironing because Mark broke my iron by knocking it over with his skis. Another reason why skiing is not such a good idea. Those big monstrous blades cause damage to the innerds of my house. Erica is glad I am going to Walmart because she needs a calendar to keep herself organized. Perhaps she would like to borrow my label maker.
Over and out. 7th post complete.
My dog is the only one whose identity I will not expose because yesterday Erica did indeed tick me off. Twice in fact. First, she hijacked my facebook and called me odd. Second, she dared ask me "Why?" to one of my directives. I will admit I was a tad grumpy due to a headache and hanging up on her scared the beejeebies out of her. Sorry my dear. I did say I would pay for your therapy.
Erica was asking me over the phone "Why?" when I was in the middle of brushing my teeth. Since the answer to her why question was "because I said so ..." and I thought it sounded lame I decided it would be fun just to hang up. Actually as I write this, I am beginning to realize it is all Mark's fault since he was the dimwit who brought the phone to me when I was brushing my teeth. Mark should now have to pay for Erica's therapy.
Anyway, I am really excited. I bought myself a label maker. This isn't just any old label maker. It is an electronic label maker. Since we decided to put hardwood on our main floor while we are in Europe we have to clear everything (I mean EVERYTHING) off the floor so that means a complete overhaul of years and years and years worth of important junk and less important junk. So I went to Walmart and bought cardboard boxes, file boxes, tupperware containers and a label maker. I now have to organize all my important junk and label it with my new label maker. Its gonna be fun.
I am thinking maybe I should label everything in the house then maybe it will all end up in its correct spot. I could leave messages around the house that I could write with my label maker. I forsee a labelling maniac in the works.
My less important junk is going to go into my big garage sale I am having in the Spring where I am going to make enough money to finance a summer holiday. I realize now that my children have left their childhood behind and are fully embracing their teens. So I have to fugure out what toys and books I am going to keep for my grandchildren & what I will sell to make my big bucks. I shall sell everything that is not useful. I shall sell old things that could be collector items like ghettoblasters, tape decks, old VHS tapes. I shall sell all Ian's old Sports Illustrated magazines. I shall sell my children if they bug me. Hawaii here I come!!!
I am now going to Walmart to buy an iron so I can do the ironing because Mark broke my iron by knocking it over with his skis. Another reason why skiing is not such a good idea. Those big monstrous blades cause damage to the innerds of my house. Erica is glad I am going to Walmart because she needs a calendar to keep herself organized. Perhaps she would like to borrow my label maker.
Over and out. 7th post complete.
Archive 6
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Exercise - To Do or Not To Do?
Since I am a forty something and have given birth to children I no longer possess the long, lean look of my youth. There are flabby bits attached to my once slick figure. At my last physical, they weighed me and I was a tad dismayed at the number. Must have been those 20lb jeans I was wearing. Anyway, I don't have a scale so I was a wee bit surprised to find that my weight is creeping slowly upwards to a number that I would mumble if anyone asked me the "How much do you weigh?"question. Thankfully, good manners prevent people from asking that question ........ otherwise I may be forced to lie. And that is not good because pastors are not supposed to lie.
So I ask my doctor, "What is the best way to lose those few extra pounds?" I am expecting her to give me some profound answer when she looked me straight in the eye and said "Quit eating so much." It went something like this , "....now that you are in you forties your metabolsim and change of hormones means you don't need to eat quite so much, yaadddaa yaada .......". Oh really now - not quite I wanted to hear. "Oh and a regular exercise routine would be helpful." I was kinda hoping for a magic pill. Take 1 in the morning for a month and poof you are a babe! Oh my, it means a lifestyle change for me.
Unfortunately, I like food and I am not prepared to eat just rabbit food (cheetos rule!!!) so I have reasoned that indeed I am going to have to put into play a very rigorous exercise program. I have gone to the gym many times before but I always lose interest or get too busy and I once almost became a tennis pro a few years ago until one of those nasty green balls hit me in the jaw and put me off tennis. Hey, I wonder if Ian paid that lady to hit me on purpose so I would quit yapping at him.
Anyway, my daughter (who quite amazingly still has not ticked me off so I am still protecting her identity) and I have been talking. We have decided to join the local Y and workout together. We will invent up some sort of competition because both of will be extremely motivated to beat the other person. Lise rocks!!! Daughter doesn't!!! The winner has to take the loser out for dinner. I realize that age is on her side. But my legs are longer so I should be able to clock the miles quicker. I do have a back up plan though - I'll plant ourselves near some cute young men who will distract her. When she is distracted, I'll be able to adjust her machine back to zero (hehehe). I'm not sure pastors are allowed to cheat either. Perhaps my career will be shortlived at the rate I am going. Too many sins and your outta there ......
First though, we both discussed this and agree, we need to go shopping so we can buy ourself some cool workout duds. I guess my 1980's shorts would be a little embarassing and far be it for me to embarass my offspring ....... maybe I'll just wear the headband and hum Olivia Newton Johns "Physical ...... " So tomorrow is the big day. Look out Y, the Mitchell ladies are about to become fit machines of muscly legs and flat abs.
Over and out. 6th post complete.
So I ask my doctor, "What is the best way to lose those few extra pounds?" I am expecting her to give me some profound answer when she looked me straight in the eye and said "Quit eating so much." It went something like this , "....now that you are in you forties your metabolsim and change of hormones means you don't need to eat quite so much, yaadddaa yaada .......". Oh really now - not quite I wanted to hear. "Oh and a regular exercise routine would be helpful." I was kinda hoping for a magic pill. Take 1 in the morning for a month and poof you are a babe! Oh my, it means a lifestyle change for me.
Unfortunately, I like food and I am not prepared to eat just rabbit food (cheetos rule!!!) so I have reasoned that indeed I am going to have to put into play a very rigorous exercise program. I have gone to the gym many times before but I always lose interest or get too busy and I once almost became a tennis pro a few years ago until one of those nasty green balls hit me in the jaw and put me off tennis. Hey, I wonder if Ian paid that lady to hit me on purpose so I would quit yapping at him.
Anyway, my daughter (who quite amazingly still has not ticked me off so I am still protecting her identity) and I have been talking. We have decided to join the local Y and workout together. We will invent up some sort of competition because both of will be extremely motivated to beat the other person. Lise rocks!!! Daughter doesn't!!! The winner has to take the loser out for dinner. I realize that age is on her side. But my legs are longer so I should be able to clock the miles quicker. I do have a back up plan though - I'll plant ourselves near some cute young men who will distract her. When she is distracted, I'll be able to adjust her machine back to zero (hehehe). I'm not sure pastors are allowed to cheat either. Perhaps my career will be shortlived at the rate I am going. Too many sins and your outta there ......
First though, we both discussed this and agree, we need to go shopping so we can buy ourself some cool workout duds. I guess my 1980's shorts would be a little embarassing and far be it for me to embarass my offspring ....... maybe I'll just wear the headband and hum Olivia Newton Johns "Physical ...... " So tomorrow is the big day. Look out Y, the Mitchell ladies are about to become fit machines of muscly legs and flat abs.
Over and out. 6th post complete.
Archive 5
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Am I Cheap?
I am not sure I have what it takes to be a real blogger as one has to actually take the time to sit and type something out. This last week I have been spending a wee bit of time (if I say lots Ian's forehead will wrinkle and he will tell me to quit exxagerating because its like lying - I beg to differ, I like to call it being creative, making the mundane interesting ...... anyhow ...... I am off topic)oh yes, I have been spending time with Ian looking at hardwood flooring because after 10 years of being in our present house the whole main floor is finally getting replaced with Chocolate Ash flooring.
When we bought our house, one of the first things we both said when we looked at the house was that the flooring definitely had to go - ewwww, ick, ugleeeee. But as time ticked on, we found other things to spend our money on, then even the thought of moving all our stuff made the task seem ever so daunting BUT thanks to Harper's renovation rebate for our income taxes (which expires today so you Westerners can still make it to Home Depot if you hurry) our sense of cheap caused us to take the plunge. That and the fact we will be gone for 3 weeks in March so the floor guy can floor to his hearts content without us bothering him.
And this week we had to replace our very LOUD dishwasher which also came with the house. It was awful 10 years ago but it was a Maytag and those commercials are right. Maytags last forever and ever and ever. When we ran the dishwasher it sounded as though a freight train was in our house. So because well we are cheap, Ian decides he will install the new one himself. Let's just say it did not go well. So the plumber came and installed it and you would think the story would end well at this point BUT nope he informs us our brand new dishwasher has a leak. What?? So we call the store who called the manufacturer who calls the plumber who is coming tomorrow to inspect our leak. We have been washing our dishes the old fashioned way.
I also have begun to notice that all our towels, bedding (most of the stuff we got for wedding presents) are beginning to fall apart. I tend to use everything until it gets a hole in it or breaks. Even my clothes. Which brings me into another topic ......... my friends want to nominate me for the TV Show "What Not To Wear". Now I could be offended but they are so totally right on. I do not dress for fashion but rather choose comfort. Yoga pants are the bomb because they are expandable. In fact, the more they bug me the more awful I aim to dress. Also, have you noticed the price of clothing these days? What a racket! If we all boycotted clothing stores for a few months we could force the prices to come down.
I think you would all agree that I am cheap. You can call me Mrs. Cheap and I am OK with that.
Over and Out. Post Number 5 (I think)complete.
When we bought our house, one of the first things we both said when we looked at the house was that the flooring definitely had to go - ewwww, ick, ugleeeee. But as time ticked on, we found other things to spend our money on, then even the thought of moving all our stuff made the task seem ever so daunting BUT thanks to Harper's renovation rebate for our income taxes (which expires today so you Westerners can still make it to Home Depot if you hurry) our sense of cheap caused us to take the plunge. That and the fact we will be gone for 3 weeks in March so the floor guy can floor to his hearts content without us bothering him.
And this week we had to replace our very LOUD dishwasher which also came with the house. It was awful 10 years ago but it was a Maytag and those commercials are right. Maytags last forever and ever and ever. When we ran the dishwasher it sounded as though a freight train was in our house. So because well we are cheap, Ian decides he will install the new one himself. Let's just say it did not go well. So the plumber came and installed it and you would think the story would end well at this point BUT nope he informs us our brand new dishwasher has a leak. What?? So we call the store who called the manufacturer who calls the plumber who is coming tomorrow to inspect our leak. We have been washing our dishes the old fashioned way.
I also have begun to notice that all our towels, bedding (most of the stuff we got for wedding presents) are beginning to fall apart. I tend to use everything until it gets a hole in it or breaks. Even my clothes. Which brings me into another topic ......... my friends want to nominate me for the TV Show "What Not To Wear". Now I could be offended but they are so totally right on. I do not dress for fashion but rather choose comfort. Yoga pants are the bomb because they are expandable. In fact, the more they bug me the more awful I aim to dress. Also, have you noticed the price of clothing these days? What a racket! If we all boycotted clothing stores for a few months we could force the prices to come down.
I think you would all agree that I am cheap. You can call me Mrs. Cheap and I am OK with that.
Over and Out. Post Number 5 (I think)complete.
Archive 4
Saturday, January 23, 2010
There is more of them.
Today, for a few short moments, I went to watch my son play in a Volleyball Tournament and discovered 4 gyms full of young teen boys who look and smell the same as him. I was in awe and realized that perhaps I need to start a support group for parents who have young teen sons. I could charge money to attend my support group and become rich.
I am not sure when things changed but all of a sudden my cute cuddly boy started to gross me out. I think God allows this to happen in such a natural way between Mom's and their boys. So gradual that one day all of a sudden your boy is in the process of becoming a young man. He looks you in the eye or you look up at him and deep down you know it is time to let him go. And it seems right. And your proud. And you wonder if you can ever get him fit enough to get a wife.
I rant endlessly at the boy , "You need a haircut ....... Quit eating all the cereal ...... Pick up your socks ...... Put your dishes away .....If you leave the milk out more time I am going to dump it on your head ....... Have a shower, you stink ..... Oh and make sure you use your deodarant .....I'm not paying that much money for a pair of shoes when your feet are still growing ...... Shoving things in the closet and under your bed is not cleaning your room ...... What do you mean a kids meal is not enough anymore, you can't eat 2 burgers, there is just no way .......... No, I don't think noises coming out of your body are funny.... Your sports equipment needs to find another home besides my hallway ....... Turn off the lights .... Clean out your lunchpail .........Pick up your wet towels ...... and finally Do not bug your sister!
Someday when he flies the coop I will long for the days of having a young teen son who charms me with his slightly crooked smile and says "You are the best! I love you Mom." I will forget about the messes and the lack of a frontal lobe. I will look back with rose colored glasses and remember how quickly those years passed.
So the next time I go to rant and I expect it will be soon as I just spotted another pair of socks by the garage door as I am typing. Now how hard it is to put your socks in the laundry basket? Really, Mark (yep he has now ticked me off so his identity is no longer protected) Oh yes, like I was saying, I will rant with a smile.
I am not sure when things changed but all of a sudden my cute cuddly boy started to gross me out. I think God allows this to happen in such a natural way between Mom's and their boys. So gradual that one day all of a sudden your boy is in the process of becoming a young man. He looks you in the eye or you look up at him and deep down you know it is time to let him go. And it seems right. And your proud. And you wonder if you can ever get him fit enough to get a wife.
I rant endlessly at the boy , "You need a haircut ....... Quit eating all the cereal ...... Pick up your socks ...... Put your dishes away .....If you leave the milk out more time I am going to dump it on your head ....... Have a shower, you stink ..... Oh and make sure you use your deodarant .....I'm not paying that much money for a pair of shoes when your feet are still growing ...... Shoving things in the closet and under your bed is not cleaning your room ...... What do you mean a kids meal is not enough anymore, you can't eat 2 burgers, there is just no way .......... No, I don't think noises coming out of your body are funny.... Your sports equipment needs to find another home besides my hallway ....... Turn off the lights .... Clean out your lunchpail .........Pick up your wet towels ...... and finally Do not bug your sister!
Someday when he flies the coop I will long for the days of having a young teen son who charms me with his slightly crooked smile and says "You are the best! I love you Mom." I will forget about the messes and the lack of a frontal lobe. I will look back with rose colored glasses and remember how quickly those years passed.
So the next time I go to rant and I expect it will be soon as I just spotted another pair of socks by the garage door as I am typing. Now how hard it is to put your socks in the laundry basket? Really, Mark (yep he has now ticked me off so his identity is no longer protected) Oh yes, like I was saying, I will rant with a smile.
Archive 3
Friday, January 22, 2010
I am not 20 anymore!
My daughter (whose identity I am protecting until she ticks me off) says she keeps checking my blog for my latest installment. A true blogger needs to post more than once a week she says. Who am I to disappoint the dear? I am on a quest to be a true blogger.
It is Friday. Friday night to be exact. When I was much younger (in my 20's) Friday nights were a time for fun and visiting with friends and staying up really late to play rook and eat pizza. I could drink coke and still be able to sleep like a rock. Friday night is now a time when I breathe a big sigh of relief that the work week is done and I go to bed early so I can get up early to go grocery shopping. When I get home from getting my groceries and doing my numerous other errands that old people do on Saturdays my teens are often still sound asleep and I find myself thinking "My, you are wasting your whole day away!" When did we turn into our parents? When did this happen?
I still feel like I am 20 inside. I don't look 20 though. The hair is turning grey and my eyes are a little wrinkly when I smile. Things are flabbier.
I am not ready for my kids to date, have opinions different from mine, be taller than me, know more than me .......
I am not ready for them to experience disappointments, broken hearts and confusion ........
I am not ready to send them into a world where God is not important .........
I once thought only old people drink coffee and now I drink coffee ......
I used to be able to eat whatever I wanted and I stayed skinny, now I just look at a donut and it plasters itself to my butt ......
I look silly when I try on clothes from the stores my daughter shops in ......
I feel old when my kids ask me to tell them about the olden days ....... when there was no e-mail, cell phones, computers, microwaves .........a world without texting, facebook, twittering and blogs ....... when you listened to big CD's, only rich people owned a color television and when you rented a movie you had to go the video store and bring home a big silver suitcase .....
Lately I have decided that I am going to enjoy this time of my life. I am going to love being in my forties. This is going to my decade. And when Ian (remember I am no longer protecting his identity because he ticked me off) turns 50 in 2 and a half years I will remind hin about the good old days when he was in his forties.
Over and out. Post number 3 complete.
It is Friday. Friday night to be exact. When I was much younger (in my 20's) Friday nights were a time for fun and visiting with friends and staying up really late to play rook and eat pizza. I could drink coke and still be able to sleep like a rock. Friday night is now a time when I breathe a big sigh of relief that the work week is done and I go to bed early so I can get up early to go grocery shopping. When I get home from getting my groceries and doing my numerous other errands that old people do on Saturdays my teens are often still sound asleep and I find myself thinking "My, you are wasting your whole day away!" When did we turn into our parents? When did this happen?
I still feel like I am 20 inside. I don't look 20 though. The hair is turning grey and my eyes are a little wrinkly when I smile. Things are flabbier.
I am not ready for my kids to date, have opinions different from mine, be taller than me, know more than me .......
I am not ready for them to experience disappointments, broken hearts and confusion ........
I am not ready to send them into a world where God is not important .........
I once thought only old people drink coffee and now I drink coffee ......
I used to be able to eat whatever I wanted and I stayed skinny, now I just look at a donut and it plasters itself to my butt ......
I look silly when I try on clothes from the stores my daughter shops in ......
I feel old when my kids ask me to tell them about the olden days ....... when there was no e-mail, cell phones, computers, microwaves .........a world without texting, facebook, twittering and blogs ....... when you listened to big CD's, only rich people owned a color television and when you rented a movie you had to go the video store and bring home a big silver suitcase .....
Lately I have decided that I am going to enjoy this time of my life. I am going to love being in my forties. This is going to my decade. And when Ian (remember I am no longer protecting his identity because he ticked me off) turns 50 in 2 and a half years I will remind hin about the good old days when he was in his forties.
Over and out. Post number 3 complete.
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