right after school is out the future looks so bright…
How do you get your kid to clean up their room? Tell them they will have a bloody, dangling body part if they do not. I know. It happened to me!
My little urban farmer is very good at wrangling and caring for our backyard chickens
Most of life is pretty prosaic. What isn’t I’m not a liberty to blog about. So, here is a snapshot of a typical ho hum evening at my house. For those keeping track: I like bone dry white wine, not oaky, buttery “cougar juice”.
The last couple of days I’ve been running into parents from our school and the chatter is something like this:
“Did you have a good summer?”
“Yes, but I am so ready for them to go back!!”
I had just started to sort of feel like that as I grabbed Rex by the top of his hair so he wouldn’t hit me or Vivien. But, now that they ARE BACK in school I have to get use to it.
I came home and spent hours trying to get a relative enrolled in Medicare part D. Woo-hoo. Just like having an affair with a yoga instructor.
Finding my back to school life reminded me of a video I once did… ( cue back in time music)
It’s that time again.. the best holiday where you don’t have to buy a present. Except for a hostess present maybe. I want to replay my take on Thanksgiving I did with Cafe Mom from when I still had a green front door ( it’s now red).
I do love this video. It’s full of real good advice. Some of which I have not followed this year. I haven’t made ONE thing yet. My table was not set days ahead.
I’m not going to go into it.. just can’t yet, but I’ve had a big loss and I’m still sorting it out. I can’t comment till it’s been more digested. Mark and my kids and fine and I wish you a happy holiday with your family and friends.
This vintage coolmom was the tip of the ice berg. (Look at little Vivien! Where is that cute day dress I’m wearing? Oh, yeah it got stained and I had to throw it away and the makers of the dress went under during the recession, now I remember).
Now, with two kids and permissive snack schedule my car cannot even be detailed. What gets me is when the kids complain about it being messy! Um, I let you eat food in here, of course it’s dirty!. Plus, muddy shoes, lost wrappers, etc. There is so much spilled milk in that car that a friend of Vivien has strong food allergies had to pull out her inhaler after I picked her up for a playdate. That’s bad. I’m making a child sick with my messy car.
It use to be glorious. in ’06 it was a brand new Lexus. I still love the way it drives and it’s PAID for so I’m driving it till it can’t drive no more. Recently, Lexus wrote me saying it would give a great deal on a new Lexus if I traded this one in. Huh, they don’t know what they are asking for back! Do they have an ice scraper to get the baked on crud off the back seat? Do spilled drinks in the cup holders mixed with sun screen ever come back out? Why would I take on a car payment for a car that will remain a cheerio wagon for years to come.
Now, I get why as soon as I left for college my mom had a new set of living room furniture delivered. Oy, don’t get me going on my couch…..one day I’ll torch it.
Yes, it was great, but I’m eager to get back to life. Thanksgiving week was bit different for me this year as I had lots of work. The kind of work that means I had to sit in a chair all day with other people. I’m only a tad better at this than my my 4 year old son. Friday I was Fried indeed from the Thanksgiving cooking, dinner, hosting, football. We are the low rent Kennedy’s so there is always a football game.
As you can see I bring spirit, if not talent to the game.
Friday day I needed to be sitting. Sitting. Sitting. In work mode. Acting like an adult. So, when I finally got home I was a tad pent up. The last guest remained, my old travel buddy Whitney. (“Hey, kids who wants to see the pictures of our trip to Mexico in 2000? No one?”) So, Whitney caught my vibe ( note: baby sitter scurry away, running toward her car, Mark seen before, ignores us). Click here to see crazy lady dancing around the house
At least as I sat and sat last week I was with people I like who treated me with respect. I thought of friends who are treated shabbily in their work and how soul killing that is . I’m a performer at heart, so even if the job of the day doesn’t entail a performance I need to let the monkey roar.
Once again I’m hosting Thanksgiving. Family from halfway across the globe will be in my house. I’m starting to get a tad nervous.
Extra wine glasses- needed
Have enough chairs? – too nervous to count
Plates?–maybe I should bite the bullet and rent this year. Last year I did a nice series of vids with cafe mom. One was about this very issue. It’s time to rerun it. As they say in hack branded videos, “What are you doing to get ready?”
In honor of the Republican Congress I thought I’d show you my favorite vlog about a turd. Cause those pin heads sure have made a mess! Those poor foreign tourists waiting to get into Yellowstone. How do they gate that whole place off?
I can’t make a brand new video until the federal printing machine is back on. No, this is not a government-funded blog, it’s solidarity. (Maybe I could get funded one day… “The blog to nowhere” has a good ring)
I also love seeing Viven younger. AHHH.