It's that time of the year. No, not spring, although I'm thrilled that it's finally decided to show up. Nope, not the end of the school year, although I'm ecstatic about not getting that 6:15 wake up call for a few months. What I'm talking about is the "divide and conquer" scenario that husbands and wives do frequently in the month of May. In a world of spring concerts, awards nights, end of the year school carnivals and every other end of the year celebration, there's bound to be some conflicting activities. When one has three children, this can almost be a regular occurrence.
Thus, this past Wednesday evening, my hubby and I enjoyed a leisurely five minute meal before he escorted our youngest to her kids' choir musical. Nick and I skedaddled out of the house several minutes after them to attend his underclassmen awards night. For the life of me, I don't know why the powers that be don't coordinate with my schedule, so that our entire family could celebrate our children's accomplishments.
Proud parent that I am, may I just slip in the four honors Nick was awarded...2 year 4.0 GPA, Outstanding student in Sounds of South, National Honor Society and Outstanding Algebra II student. On a more serious note, I believe next year, I'll have to send the school my calendar so they can schedule these things around my oh-so-busy month.
Another little piece of trivia from the evening is that we be-bopped out of the awards night as soon as Nick was awarded his honors. Before you gasp at me with "I would never do that," please walk a mile in my shoes. With a former last name like "Weston" in which my family waded through the entire alphabet to get to me, you can just imagine the temptation to leave after the name "Carlsberg" was called! So, we gave in and escaped the drudgery so we could use our time more wisely. I believe checking email and eating ice cream cones is a much better use of my time, wouldn't you agree?
Next weekend we get to divide and conquer again when Tony heads to "Gymnastics Awards Night" with the girls, and I enjoy beautiful music courtesy of Sounds of South at their finale in which Nick is singing. One of us will take the camera; one of us will take the video. A few hours later we'll meet back at the homestead for a little recap of our evenings. We'll collapse on the couch and breathe sighs of relief that we have maneuvered through another crazy May.
It's quite possible that you may hear a high-pitched scream for joy Tuesday, May 27 at approximately 2:30 or 3:00 pm belting out, "Yippee, school's out!"
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Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Musings in Which I Admit I Am Old and Don't Understand the Thrill of Texting
Recently, I turned the ripe old age of 44; I'm not afraid to admit it. The problem is that I find myself saying more frequently these days phrases like, "I just don't understand these little whipper snappers anymore...why back in my day, we never had (fill in the blank here). In fact, we had to walk 6 miles in the snow barefoot in Southern California." (Actually, that last line isn't true. My dad used to tell us little chitlins that a million years ago.)
What I'm talking about here is this texting thing...you know, with the cell phones? Whatever happened to dialing a number and talking personally to someone? I know that texting can be advantageous when a person simply needs to relay a quick message to someone. For example, I've been known to text a child or two, "What r u doing? B home @ 6. C u soon. Luv u!" (I must tell you that typing abbreviations like this go against my former English teacher brain, but I've succumbed.) Something like this usually takes me 15 minutes with several "clears" in the process to get the right number or letter since I frequently zip over it. My teens can text this same message underneath a desk...say...at school (aghast), never even peering at the screen or buttons they are pushing. Before you think I am poo-pooing the whole texting thing, I'm not...I just don't get it yet.
Back in my day (there I go again), we relished hearing another person's voice. I spent hours (before my mom kicked me off the phone) talking to friends via wall phone, held captive by a cord with a radius of about 6 feet. My attention was undivided except for Brady Bunch or Gilligan's Island reruns. I wasn't even glued to a textbook. Texting is just so impersonal inspite of the multi-tasking opportunities it affords cell phone carriers. My kids can watch tv, do homework, check Facebook AND text at the same exact time. Our house abounds with the sounds of vibrating text alerts every two minutes or so.
What astounds me most is that my children can actually carry on an entire 2 hour conversation by text that I could accomplish in a 15 minute phone conversation. Is this screaming "time waster" to you too? I remember in particular one day that my husband texted me from work asking me what I was doing...what the plan was for the evening. I began to text a reply, nixed that idiotic, time-consuming idea and promptly dialed his cell phone number. Much, much faster in my estimation. My personal unasked for, unwanted opinion is that texting is perfect for relaying easy, SHORT messages to people who can't be disturbed by a phone call and to whom you need to get emergency information. Otherwise, pick up the phone and dial my number...or email me because I can return the reply much faster.
When I was a teen, my phone conversations were limited. I realize that this is difficult to believe for many, but I seemed to run off at the mouth a lot of the time, so my parents set boundaries for me. Well, this just isn't a problem in my household, so I've been in a state of confusion about how to set limits on this texting phenomenon. I WISH I could say to my children, "You've been on the phone for an hour; time to hang up now." Well, I guess I could say that about my 7-year-old since she'll talk to anyone on the phone, including a telemarketer. Alix, my 14-year-old doesn't take after "moi", Miss Chatty Cathy of the 80's. In fact, she despises talking on the phone. I've even been forced to teach proper phone etiquette to her. No, I'm not referring to the "who may I say is calling" phrase before handing the phone over; I'm talking about simply being "nice" to her own friends when they call and not appearing particularly perturbed that they've interrupted whatever it is that she was doing. Texting is the ultimate way to have a conversation for a person like Alix who can do a multitude of other things while at the same time keeping up with her friends.
The problem is...how does one set boundaries on texting when the conversation never stops? I haven't quite discovered the answer, but I'm working on it and asking a lot of other parents questions about how they handle it. A couple of rules we set on vacation were:
1. Texting can occur while driving the 10 hours to and from D.C.
2. Once we arrive to our destination, texting can occur in the morning before leaving the hotel and after we return at night.
3. No texting allowed while sightseeing, during meals, etc.
Since then, we've set a few guidelines for home:
1. No texting during mealtimes.
2. No texting while doing homework because it takes twice as long to get homework done and is definitely distracting.
3. No texting once it's bedtime. (This is a new one which requires one of my darling children to recharge his/her phone in the living room as to avoid temptation.)
4. No texting during family outings/events.
I'm sure that once the Drama Queen herself is a teenager, technology will be completely different, and I'll have to relearn everything again. In the meantime, I'm reliving the good old days, reminiscing about the times an old-fashioned phone conversation was all the buzz and relishing the new-fangled technology of cordless telephones. That's really all I need to be happy...besides a friend on the other end!
What I'm talking about here is this texting thing...you know, with the cell phones? Whatever happened to dialing a number and talking personally to someone? I know that texting can be advantageous when a person simply needs to relay a quick message to someone. For example, I've been known to text a child or two, "What r u doing? B home @ 6. C u soon. Luv u!" (I must tell you that typing abbreviations like this go against my former English teacher brain, but I've succumbed.) Something like this usually takes me 15 minutes with several "clears" in the process to get the right number or letter since I frequently zip over it. My teens can text this same message underneath a desk...say...at school (aghast), never even peering at the screen or buttons they are pushing. Before you think I am poo-pooing the whole texting thing, I'm not...I just don't get it yet.
Back in my day (there I go again), we relished hearing another person's voice. I spent hours (before my mom kicked me off the phone) talking to friends via wall phone, held captive by a cord with a radius of about 6 feet. My attention was undivided except for Brady Bunch or Gilligan's Island reruns. I wasn't even glued to a textbook. Texting is just so impersonal inspite of the multi-tasking opportunities it affords cell phone carriers. My kids can watch tv, do homework, check Facebook AND text at the same exact time. Our house abounds with the sounds of vibrating text alerts every two minutes or so.
What astounds me most is that my children can actually carry on an entire 2 hour conversation by text that I could accomplish in a 15 minute phone conversation. Is this screaming "time waster" to you too? I remember in particular one day that my husband texted me from work asking me what I was doing...what the plan was for the evening. I began to text a reply, nixed that idiotic, time-consuming idea and promptly dialed his cell phone number. Much, much faster in my estimation. My personal unasked for, unwanted opinion is that texting is perfect for relaying easy, SHORT messages to people who can't be disturbed by a phone call and to whom you need to get emergency information. Otherwise, pick up the phone and dial my number...or email me because I can return the reply much faster.
When I was a teen, my phone conversations were limited. I realize that this is difficult to believe for many, but I seemed to run off at the mouth a lot of the time, so my parents set boundaries for me. Well, this just isn't a problem in my household, so I've been in a state of confusion about how to set limits on this texting phenomenon. I WISH I could say to my children, "You've been on the phone for an hour; time to hang up now." Well, I guess I could say that about my 7-year-old since she'll talk to anyone on the phone, including a telemarketer. Alix, my 14-year-old doesn't take after "moi", Miss Chatty Cathy of the 80's. In fact, she despises talking on the phone. I've even been forced to teach proper phone etiquette to her. No, I'm not referring to the "who may I say is calling" phrase before handing the phone over; I'm talking about simply being "nice" to her own friends when they call and not appearing particularly perturbed that they've interrupted whatever it is that she was doing. Texting is the ultimate way to have a conversation for a person like Alix who can do a multitude of other things while at the same time keeping up with her friends.
The problem is...how does one set boundaries on texting when the conversation never stops? I haven't quite discovered the answer, but I'm working on it and asking a lot of other parents questions about how they handle it. A couple of rules we set on vacation were:
1. Texting can occur while driving the 10 hours to and from D.C.
2. Once we arrive to our destination, texting can occur in the morning before leaving the hotel and after we return at night.
3. No texting allowed while sightseeing, during meals, etc.
Since then, we've set a few guidelines for home:
1. No texting during mealtimes.
2. No texting while doing homework because it takes twice as long to get homework done and is definitely distracting.
3. No texting once it's bedtime. (This is a new one which requires one of my darling children to recharge his/her phone in the living room as to avoid temptation.)
4. No texting during family outings/events.
I'm sure that once the Drama Queen herself is a teenager, technology will be completely different, and I'll have to relearn everything again. In the meantime, I'm reliving the good old days, reminiscing about the times an old-fashioned phone conversation was all the buzz and relishing the new-fangled technology of cordless telephones. That's really all I need to be happy...besides a friend on the other end!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Confessions From a Former Shopoholic
I am a former shopoholic. Up until a few years ago, shopping was one of my favorite pastimes. Whether simply browsing or partaking in some serious purchasing, visiting the mall belonged near the top of my top ten list of “Favorite Activities”. I didn’t desire to shop alone either. Friends were a huge asset in this endeavor. They assisted with choosing clothes to take to the dressing room as well as giving honest opinions regarding how the apparel looked. It was difficult to make these judgments by myself and not nearly as fun.
That being said, while shopping is still on my top ten list, it’s dropped in its ratings over the last few years. These days, when a friend suggests a few hours or a day of shopping, I frequently think, “Ugh. That sounds like work...hunting for and trying on clothes, spending money I don’t need to spend when there are so many other things I should be doing.” My husband seems to relish this new attitude of mine. What has happened to the woman who would literally jump at the chance to shop, plan shopping adventures and loved to look for new clothes?
Simply said, it’s my season of life. Between the five of us (six, if you count our dog) who need stuff and a household that needs stuff, I’ve had my fill of shopping. You know what I mean. Every time I turn around, I’m back at the grocery store piling food in the cart. Why do these people eat so much? And, why is it that someone in the family tells me that he is out of toothpaste right after I’ve just done the Target trip to get various other supplies? In addition, I always seem to have to head to that specialty store for some odd item that isn’t in stock at any other store on my regular weekly route.
Recently, Nick left a note requesting me to purchase a yellow polo shirt for a video that the youth choir was creating the next day. This is my role now; I’m a buyer of stuff on demand. I had no intentions of cruising to the mall the next day, but I made plans to hightail it there. In very uncharacteristic fashion for any woman, I marched in to the first store, saw a yellow polo shirt hanging nonchalantly and without further ado, bought it. Astounding! In days gone by, I would’ve never purchased the first yellow polo shirt I beheld. In order to be absolutely certain that it was the perfect yellow polo shirt, I would’ve scoured every store in the mall before acquiring anything. After all, how will I know if it’s the best shirt in all of polo-land if I don’t peruse every single one of them? That day I disclosed to my husband that he should be proud of me for walking in and out of the mall with the desired prize in a matter of minutes. I didn’t even succumb to the saleslady’s pitch for the 1.99 earrings or two shirts for $20.
I suppose I’ve lost the shopping mood with all the required monotonous buying I must do on a weekly and sometimes daily basis. Even this past weekend as I was examining the Macy’s “one day…lowest prices of the season” ads, I was apathetic. Basically, I didn’t feel like running one more place, doing one more thing. The $29.99 capri sale just couldn’t entice me to venture out.
In recent years I’ve discovered that while friends are fun to browse with, I find it challenging to seriously shop. During shopping events with friends, I somehow feel responsible for my friends’ happiness. Are they enjoying themselves? Would they rather be in the shoe department instead of with me in the jewelry section? Are they ready to move on to a different store? Do they even want to shop in this particular store? It’s so stressful that I can’t even think about trying on clothes for which I’m sure they don’t have the patience.
My solution is simple. I’ve begun to engage in two types of shopping. By myself, I power shop; it’s all about purchasing the items on my list quickly. If I don’t have time to don a bunch of clothes, I buy them, try them on at home and return the ones that aren’t going to work. When I make a date to shop with friends, I browse, enjoy coffee or lunch and don’t worry about whether I buy anything because this trip is all about hanging out and enjoying my friendships. In distinguishing between these two different kinds of shopping, I alleviate the stress that I seem to pile on myself. I reserve the hunt for clothes and various other list items for shopping alone, and my leisurely browsing…break for coffee…shop…break for lunch…shop…for those fun-filled hours with friends. During these times, if I don’t buy anything, it’s perfectly alright because the purpose was simply to enjoy browsing the stores and spend time with friends.
Maybe you’ve already figured this one out. It doesn’t surprise me that it takes this blonde, almost 44 year old brain to discover these amazing truths. If you ever see me by myself with list in hand, you’ll know that I’m on a mission.
That being said, while shopping is still on my top ten list, it’s dropped in its ratings over the last few years. These days, when a friend suggests a few hours or a day of shopping, I frequently think, “Ugh. That sounds like work...hunting for and trying on clothes, spending money I don’t need to spend when there are so many other things I should be doing.” My husband seems to relish this new attitude of mine. What has happened to the woman who would literally jump at the chance to shop, plan shopping adventures and loved to look for new clothes?
Simply said, it’s my season of life. Between the five of us (six, if you count our dog) who need stuff and a household that needs stuff, I’ve had my fill of shopping. You know what I mean. Every time I turn around, I’m back at the grocery store piling food in the cart. Why do these people eat so much? And, why is it that someone in the family tells me that he is out of toothpaste right after I’ve just done the Target trip to get various other supplies? In addition, I always seem to have to head to that specialty store for some odd item that isn’t in stock at any other store on my regular weekly route.
Recently, Nick left a note requesting me to purchase a yellow polo shirt for a video that the youth choir was creating the next day. This is my role now; I’m a buyer of stuff on demand. I had no intentions of cruising to the mall the next day, but I made plans to hightail it there. In very uncharacteristic fashion for any woman, I marched in to the first store, saw a yellow polo shirt hanging nonchalantly and without further ado, bought it. Astounding! In days gone by, I would’ve never purchased the first yellow polo shirt I beheld. In order to be absolutely certain that it was the perfect yellow polo shirt, I would’ve scoured every store in the mall before acquiring anything. After all, how will I know if it’s the best shirt in all of polo-land if I don’t peruse every single one of them? That day I disclosed to my husband that he should be proud of me for walking in and out of the mall with the desired prize in a matter of minutes. I didn’t even succumb to the saleslady’s pitch for the 1.99 earrings or two shirts for $20.
I suppose I’ve lost the shopping mood with all the required monotonous buying I must do on a weekly and sometimes daily basis. Even this past weekend as I was examining the Macy’s “one day…lowest prices of the season” ads, I was apathetic. Basically, I didn’t feel like running one more place, doing one more thing. The $29.99 capri sale just couldn’t entice me to venture out.
In recent years I’ve discovered that while friends are fun to browse with, I find it challenging to seriously shop. During shopping events with friends, I somehow feel responsible for my friends’ happiness. Are they enjoying themselves? Would they rather be in the shoe department instead of with me in the jewelry section? Are they ready to move on to a different store? Do they even want to shop in this particular store? It’s so stressful that I can’t even think about trying on clothes for which I’m sure they don’t have the patience.
My solution is simple. I’ve begun to engage in two types of shopping. By myself, I power shop; it’s all about purchasing the items on my list quickly. If I don’t have time to don a bunch of clothes, I buy them, try them on at home and return the ones that aren’t going to work. When I make a date to shop with friends, I browse, enjoy coffee or lunch and don’t worry about whether I buy anything because this trip is all about hanging out and enjoying my friendships. In distinguishing between these two different kinds of shopping, I alleviate the stress that I seem to pile on myself. I reserve the hunt for clothes and various other list items for shopping alone, and my leisurely browsing…break for coffee…shop…break for lunch…shop…for those fun-filled hours with friends. During these times, if I don’t buy anything, it’s perfectly alright because the purpose was simply to enjoy browsing the stores and spend time with friends.
Maybe you’ve already figured this one out. It doesn’t surprise me that it takes this blonde, almost 44 year old brain to discover these amazing truths. If you ever see me by myself with list in hand, you’ll know that I’m on a mission.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Oh Where, Oh Where Have I Been?
I'm absolutely positive that readers around the world have anxiously been awaiting my next post...or not! (It's really more like 5 or so loyal friends and family that feel so obligated to read.) In case you've been wondering if I've fallen off the face of the universe, I haven't.
In the last couple of weeks, I've had to use my regular blogging time to study for the class I am co-teaching and then Spring Break arrived, and our entire family jaunted off for an educational tour of D.C. and Williamsburg, Jamestowne (English spelling) and Yorktown, Virginia. We walked our "dogs" off all over those famous places. Let me tell you, at times, our "dogs" were screaming at us to stop!
Although we arrived back in town Sunday evening and bloglife was calling to me, I had to exercise self discipline and stay away from the computer to attend to grocery shopping and dirty clothes. Yes, I did place a high priority on obtaining milk so the children could have their nutritious high sugar cereal breakfast. And, while the laundry is being washed, mounds of it just might happen to be piled a mile high on the couch screaming, "Fold me, please". Yet, here I am on the computer expressing to my oh so vast readership that I have not forgotten them.
Stay posted in the next few days for some scintillating posts and pictures about our trip as well as a post in honor of my 8th anniversary AND last but not least, a daughter who is celebrating her 14th birthday this week. Don't go away, I'll be right back....
In the last couple of weeks, I've had to use my regular blogging time to study for the class I am co-teaching and then Spring Break arrived, and our entire family jaunted off for an educational tour of D.C. and Williamsburg, Jamestowne (English spelling) and Yorktown, Virginia. We walked our "dogs" off all over those famous places. Let me tell you, at times, our "dogs" were screaming at us to stop!
Although we arrived back in town Sunday evening and bloglife was calling to me, I had to exercise self discipline and stay away from the computer to attend to grocery shopping and dirty clothes. Yes, I did place a high priority on obtaining milk so the children could have their nutritious high sugar cereal breakfast. And, while the laundry is being washed, mounds of it just might happen to be piled a mile high on the couch screaming, "Fold me, please". Yet, here I am on the computer expressing to my oh so vast readership that I have not forgotten them.
Stay posted in the next few days for some scintillating posts and pictures about our trip as well as a post in honor of my 8th anniversary AND last but not least, a daughter who is celebrating her 14th birthday this week. Don't go away, I'll be right back....
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Silence IS Golden
You know, I never could understand until recently why my mom continually kept the radio volume low in the car. I mean, you could barely hear it! As teenagers, my siblings and I enjoyed loud music, so we could sing. We'd turn the volume up; she'd turn the volume down. It was a battle which she eventually won since she was driving. During my high school and college years, I studied and slept with the music playing. When I drove, music resonated from the radio the entire time. Today, I can drive across town before I realize I can barely hear the CD that's playing.
I have finally figured out this strange phenomenon. SEVERAL years older and three kids later, two of which are teenagers with blaring music blasting in their own rooms and one who consistently uses her outdoor voice indoors, noise abounds all.the.time. Even I have been known to boom some Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir or TobyMac from time to time. However, I must now admit to belong to the crowd who enjoys more serenity, stillness, peace.
A few days ago, the 24 hour creeping crud attacked, and I spent some time before the golden white throne and laying on the couch. I know, too much information. The school bus whisked the noisemakers off to school, and quiet abounded. I dozed, caught up on my One Year Bible reading and sipped Sprite. Despite being sick, it was glorious. No TV, no radio, no noise except the sound of my breathing. My husband called around lunch time to inform me he was coming home to take care of me. So sweet, so kind. Gee, I hope he doesn't expect me to talk 'cause for once (everyone take note because this NEVER happens), I don't feel like conversing. He bebops in the door, begins heating up the Chicken Noodle soup and flips the radio on! My low blood pressure began to rise. Alas, my perfectly, quiet day broken by the push of a button.
Fast forward to last night. Our youngest, who is always with us like the poor Jesus talks about in the Bible, attended her first birthday party sleep-over. Believe me when I say that ALL of us were excited for her night out! She kept telling us that she would miss us. Yeah, right! At dinner that evening, with Tony, the teens and Nick's girlfriend, it was unusually quiet. No outbursts, no interruptions, no incessant talking during dinner. We enjoyed normal, pleasant conversation. What a difference that one loud child makes. The family movie? No child hopping from person to person's lap, no talking during the movie, no asking for ice cream in the middle of if. And, bedtime? What a delightfully, silent experience. No cajoling, bribing, threatening those teens to get some shut-eye. No begging and pleading for them to hurry up and get their teeth brushed and go potty. Everyone, just simply hugged, performed their nightly rituals and went to bed.
Today, 9:30 am, Maddie burst through the door, fresh from the party, in all her glory ready to divulge all the delights of the birthday celebration. Silence flees. Stillness ceases. Quiet escapes. Noise reigns once again! And, right this very second as I click this keys? Blessed peace lives again. Tony whisked Maddie away to a bowling fundraiser. As he left, he remarked, "Well, you have the day to yourself!" I can almost hear a pin drop...Oh, how I love the quiet.
I have finally figured out this strange phenomenon. SEVERAL years older and three kids later, two of which are teenagers with blaring music blasting in their own rooms and one who consistently uses her outdoor voice indoors, noise abounds all.the.time. Even I have been known to boom some Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir or TobyMac from time to time. However, I must now admit to belong to the crowd who enjoys more serenity, stillness, peace.
A few days ago, the 24 hour creeping crud attacked, and I spent some time before the golden white throne and laying on the couch. I know, too much information. The school bus whisked the noisemakers off to school, and quiet abounded. I dozed, caught up on my One Year Bible reading and sipped Sprite. Despite being sick, it was glorious. No TV, no radio, no noise except the sound of my breathing. My husband called around lunch time to inform me he was coming home to take care of me. So sweet, so kind. Gee, I hope he doesn't expect me to talk 'cause for once (everyone take note because this NEVER happens), I don't feel like conversing. He bebops in the door, begins heating up the Chicken Noodle soup and flips the radio on! My low blood pressure began to rise. Alas, my perfectly, quiet day broken by the push of a button.
Fast forward to last night. Our youngest, who is always with us like the poor Jesus talks about in the Bible, attended her first birthday party sleep-over. Believe me when I say that ALL of us were excited for her night out! She kept telling us that she would miss us. Yeah, right! At dinner that evening, with Tony, the teens and Nick's girlfriend, it was unusually quiet. No outbursts, no interruptions, no incessant talking during dinner. We enjoyed normal, pleasant conversation. What a difference that one loud child makes. The family movie? No child hopping from person to person's lap, no talking during the movie, no asking for ice cream in the middle of if. And, bedtime? What a delightfully, silent experience. No cajoling, bribing, threatening those teens to get some shut-eye. No begging and pleading for them to hurry up and get their teeth brushed and go potty. Everyone, just simply hugged, performed their nightly rituals and went to bed.
Today, 9:30 am, Maddie burst through the door, fresh from the party, in all her glory ready to divulge all the delights of the birthday celebration. Silence flees. Stillness ceases. Quiet escapes. Noise reigns once again! And, right this very second as I click this keys? Blessed peace lives again. Tony whisked Maddie away to a bowling fundraiser. As he left, he remarked, "Well, you have the day to yourself!" I can almost hear a pin drop...Oh, how I love the quiet.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Nothing to Blab About
Ok, so it took me 10 minutes just to create my creativeless blog title. Why? Because, frankly, I have nothing to blab about. This is why I've given my blog a new makeover. Perhaps, it will fool the numerous people (I think I'm up to 4 now) who visit my blog into thinking that I've actually written something new, amazing, life-changing. One person actually wrote a comment on one of my older blogs that I needed to write something new. Hmmmm.....wish I could think of something to write about.
It's an overwhelmingly busy time for me as well as several hundred million other people during the holiday season, so I've been taking the time to take care of my "to do" list items such as bake cookies, write the traditional Christmas letter that everyone dreads getting from me, Christmas shop and mail all the gifts to family that live far away from me (which is absolutely everyone...that's depressing), attend Christmas concerts, Christmas parties, gymnastics meets and surf the internet looking for a gift for my husband. I've decided that I'm not getting the $960 Colts tickets after all. It's a good thing that blogging is not on my "to do" list these days because I have nothing to say. You've probably figured that out by now.
I'll just provide those who care with an update on our lives in the last month since I've blogged:
Nick has his first girlfriend, Kyla. He's ga-ga over her. (Let me know if you need a definition of "ga-ga". When he mentioned to me about going to the prom with her in the Spring and I sort of replied with something like, "What if you aren't going out with her then? Aren't you a little premature?" He scoffed at me, "It's not like junior high, mom, where people go together for just a couple of weeks." Excuse me! I didn't realize the level of maturity I was dealing with. You'll see what I mean when you read below how junior highers deal with relationships. I'm completely aghast at the immaturity.
Alix "went" with a boy (they don't go anywhere at 13) for 2 weeks (might be the longest time yet), broke up with him and promptly "went" with another boy for a week. She broke up with him because she didn't like him anymore. Her likes don't last long. I suggested she just "be friends" with boys for awhile. When Alix was in 7th grade, I chronicled her first boyfriend. I stopped doing this after the 3rd one in 3 weeks. She's in and out of love faster than I can write.
Maddie was "Blue Ribbon Student of the Week" this week because she's been doing so well in getting her work done. During the week, she didn't get her morning work done twice and brought it home for homework and lost her homework on the bus and had to re-do it. She's only in 1st grade. We have a long road ahead of us, and I'm definitely going to be too old to deal with all this. After discussing with her the importance of setting an example since she's the Blue Ribbon Student, she prayed, "God, thank you that I am the Blue Ribbon Student. Help me to "be" it." So precious and sincere.
Tony and I were sitting at a gymnastics meet last weekend which happens to be the kind of sport in which we sit for 4 hours in order to watch our daughters compete for 1 minute each on 4 different events. Tony commented on how "sedementary" this sport is. "You mean "sedentary", right? Because, this sport isn't at all dirty." Guess we know where Maddie gets her little mix-up on words, don't we?!
And, me? Well, I have nothing to blab about.
It's an overwhelmingly busy time for me as well as several hundred million other people during the holiday season, so I've been taking the time to take care of my "to do" list items such as bake cookies, write the traditional Christmas letter that everyone dreads getting from me, Christmas shop and mail all the gifts to family that live far away from me (which is absolutely everyone...that's depressing), attend Christmas concerts, Christmas parties, gymnastics meets and surf the internet looking for a gift for my husband. I've decided that I'm not getting the $960 Colts tickets after all. It's a good thing that blogging is not on my "to do" list these days because I have nothing to say. You've probably figured that out by now.
I'll just provide those who care with an update on our lives in the last month since I've blogged:
Nick has his first girlfriend, Kyla. He's ga-ga over her. (Let me know if you need a definition of "ga-ga". When he mentioned to me about going to the prom with her in the Spring and I sort of replied with something like, "What if you aren't going out with her then? Aren't you a little premature?" He scoffed at me, "It's not like junior high, mom, where people go together for just a couple of weeks." Excuse me! I didn't realize the level of maturity I was dealing with. You'll see what I mean when you read below how junior highers deal with relationships. I'm completely aghast at the immaturity.
Alix "went" with a boy (they don't go anywhere at 13) for 2 weeks (might be the longest time yet), broke up with him and promptly "went" with another boy for a week. She broke up with him because she didn't like him anymore. Her likes don't last long. I suggested she just "be friends" with boys for awhile. When Alix was in 7th grade, I chronicled her first boyfriend. I stopped doing this after the 3rd one in 3 weeks. She's in and out of love faster than I can write.
Maddie was "Blue Ribbon Student of the Week" this week because she's been doing so well in getting her work done. During the week, she didn't get her morning work done twice and brought it home for homework and lost her homework on the bus and had to re-do it. She's only in 1st grade. We have a long road ahead of us, and I'm definitely going to be too old to deal with all this. After discussing with her the importance of setting an example since she's the Blue Ribbon Student, she prayed, "God, thank you that I am the Blue Ribbon Student. Help me to "be" it." So precious and sincere.
Tony and I were sitting at a gymnastics meet last weekend which happens to be the kind of sport in which we sit for 4 hours in order to watch our daughters compete for 1 minute each on 4 different events. Tony commented on how "sedementary" this sport is. "You mean "sedentary", right? Because, this sport isn't at all dirty." Guess we know where Maddie gets her little mix-up on words, don't we?!
And, me? Well, I have nothing to blab about.
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