Thursday, April 30, 2009
My children are no exception. I don't know where it comes from. There is some innate force that drives girls to loves all things pink and princess. The same mysterious force that makes my little boy want to wrestle with anything that moves, burp in your face, and ask me to pull his finger, so he can fart. It's weird, really. Where do these interests come from?
I used to be convinced that certain gender-specific tendencies are learned. We treat our little girls like princess, and we treat our little boys like future pro-athletes. They learn to behave accordingly. I've thought that all my life. Until I had children of my own. When KJ was born she was a girl. (She still is, don't worry). But C was hell-bent on turning her into a tomboy. He didn't want me to dress her in pink, we bought at lot of "neutral" outfits for her. He would come home from work bearing gifts like footballs, baseballs, and trucks for her. He would hold her on his lap all day every Sunday, and have her watch football with him. When she learned to talk she would beg him to "watch the Jazz bear with him." We thought we had her trained.
We were wrong. When KJ hit about 18 months old she learned the words "pink" and "dress." And suddenly they were her only words. All she wanted to do was to put on twirly pink dresses, pretend to be a princess, and dance around. Believe me, she was never told about any of these things by us. I've never considered myself to be much of a girly girl, and I was perfectly fine having a tomboy for a daughter.
But, somehow, she figured it out. Maybe it came from her friends, although at 18 months, she didn't have much of a social life.
Since then, we've been watching her majesty live her life in one big fashion show. Although, she'd never admit this to anyone outloud (because apparently she's too cool, or too mature to play dress up now), but she still hasn't grown out of it.
Recently, one of KJ's friends, a little neighbor girl was over playing. At some point in their play, they decided to go downstairs, where we have a toy room, and a box filled with different dressups. We have a few rules in our house, when friends are over: stay out of the exercise room, stay out of the storage room, stay out of Mom & Dad's room. Simple rules that my kids know well (after being nagged by me alot), and are pretty good at following.
I don't remember exactly what I was doing at the time, but I wasn't watching too closely because I'd figured the girls had gone downstairs to play.
Next thing I know, KJ and her friend have come upstairs all decked out in their dress ups, and they asked me for something (a snack, to go outside--something I don't remember---it's not important).
Here was KJ, in last year's dance recital costume. Cute little sparkly turquoise short dress. Perfect for dress up after the recital was over. And then there was her friend. She was wearing a hot pink silky number, with spaghetti straps and lace, which was clearly made to fit an adult. I couldn't help thinking to myself, "Now, where have I seen that dress before?" It certainly wasn't from the dress up box.
And then, with horror, it hit me. This was no dress up. This was one my "special outfits" from my "bedroom attire" collection. Granted it hadn't been used since probably my first year of marriage, but still, it was hanging in the back of my closet, collecting dust. That is, until this day.
And now, my neighbor's little girl was wearing it. Somehow they had sneaked into my room, and found it in my closet.
My eye is twitching just recalling the whole ordeal. I was mortified, but tried to keep my cool. Clearly, the girls didn't know they had swiped my negligee, and I certainly wasn't going to let on what special uses their new found shiny pink "dress up" held. But, how do you gently say, "you can't wear that", without drawing attention to it.
So, I suggested the girls get dressed and go outside and do tricks on the tramp. Lucky for me, they bought into that idea.
As for the silky hot pink number, it's number is up. It is being retired. I'm thinking something like a cleansing bonfire....to burn away the memory from my mind.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
I took the girls to see the new Hannah Montana movie last Saturday, after trying to juggle me running 21 miles, Peter's ballet class pictures, TJ's friend's birthday party, and KJ's soccer game (which all happened to over lap--Thank goodness for a good husband to pick up the slack)
I went to the movie (after KJ begged and begged), expecting it to be cheesy and stupid. And I loved it! Seriously! It was such a cute, uplifting movie, and I really like the music. So, Amber, I'm definitely in, when you want to see it again!!
I just had to throw in this really cute pic of my future rock star.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I've been over here. Amazed how a case of mistaken identity can make you popular over night (I'll explain that someday).
But, mostly, I've been playing over here. Come on over and check it out! So much fun!!!
Monday, April 20, 2009
The first FIVE people to comment on this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
What I create will be just for you.
It'll be done this year.
You have no clue what it's going to be.
It may be a story. It may be a joke book, autographed picture of myself, the garbage bag collection of toys I took away from my naughty kids, or a little invention of my own! I may bake you something and mail it to you. You might even get a free copy of my CD! Who knows?
The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must re-post this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it! Sounds like fun, right? So let's play!
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
I don't consider myself to be particularly intellectual. I not exactly stupid, by any means, although some people who know me might beg to differ. I don't usually get too involved in political or international topics. I pretty much live in my bubble, minding my own business, just moving along through life.
But, while I'm running, sometimes my eyes are opened (or my mind), and I see things a little more clearly. I have been known during a conversation while running to actual develop and produce an original thought or two. I'm not sure if that's from the running itself, or because I'm actually having a conversation with an intelligent person who doesn't go to preschool.
So, today, I got up to do my usual Thursday morning 9 miler with my running group. Somehow we started on the topic of our spouses. I think someone asked me if C runs, to which I answered that I've tried to get him into it for years, but it's just not his thing. Don't get me wrong, he's in great shape. He has this killer metabolism that didn't seem to slow down at all, even now that he's in his mid-thirties. To be honest, it kind of pisses me off a little bit, because he eats so much deep fried, clog-your-arteries type food, and doesn't gain anything. In fact, C exercises to maintain his weight, because if he doesn't he will lose. It's very, very infuriating to someone who works her butt off only to keep gaining anyway.
Well, we got talking about diet and I told the group about how C jokes that he's rather eat whatever he wants and die happy at 50, then eat "healthy" and dying starving at 80. So, we got on the topic of if a spouse dies young, would you remarry? Would you not? C and I have this ongoing joke that if he were ever to die, then I could just use the life insurance to buy some new boobs, then I could get me a new husband. (Okay, it's a joke, but putting it all out in writing does seem a little degrading).
So, that's when it hit me. It's not anything new, really. Just a thought that's been re-newed, so to speak. I thought out loud that it just doesn't get any better than this. I am married to the man of my dreams. I consider myself to be a really lucky girl. C is a incredibly good man, who works really hard, who loves his family, and loves me, and makes me happy. So, I really don't want him to die, because I really, really don't want to be married to anyone else.
That's epiphany number one.
Number two came several miles later, while a few people in our group were crossing the road at a busy intersection. There were four of us together at this point (usually people break off--running slower, shorter, or whatever). Two were a little further ahead of me and one guy, Kirby. We came to the intersection. The light was green. The crosswalk had the little green dude pictured in the motion of walking. So we proceeded to cross.
Suddenly, a white truck came out of nowhere, turning left from the opposite side, into the intersection. He showed no signs of any intention to stop. Just then, Kirby and I did the stupidest possible thing we could have done at that moment. Logically speaking, you would say run faster, get out of the guy's way, as fast as possible. Right? But, no, we panicked, and stopped. I supposed in my mind I was thinking I was stopping to let him by (so much for clearer thinking). But, no, he was on his way to plow straight through both of us.
At that moment, I exclaimed what were to be my last words in this life, "Oh Sh%$!" Yeah, that's right. I swear when I'm afraid for my life. Sue me.
Just then, the truck, whose windows were completely fogged/frosted over slammed on his breaks. He stopped within a foot of where we stood. Had he not seen us at the last minute, he would have charged right over us. It's one of those moment you hear about that everything seems to be happening is slow motion, but really only milliseconds have passed. In a matter of seconds, I realized I could have just died. Right there, in the middle of the street. On a Thursday. With a husband and three little kids at home waiting for me.
It made me realize first, that I need practice thinking more clearly, and more logically while out on the road, and not to trust that cars will see me, or move over for me on the road. I also realized how fragile life really is. That we live this life one moment at a time, and the next moment it could all be taken away.
And that's when the second epiphany hit me. If I had died today, my last words would've been, "Oh Sh%@!" Not exactly prophetic or enlightening, or even eloquent. And I thought, I got a second chance at life today. I can't let an expletive be my dying utterance.
So, today, I will tell my husband how much I love him, and I will stop swearing.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
See? I'm not completely useless as a parent.
About the kids cleaning up before Dad came home, do any of you ever do that? This is my daily ritual. We go through our day, doing our thing, making messes. And by golly, I refuse to follow my kids around all day picking up after them. Life is too short. There are just too many blogs to read to be doing that. So, every night around 5:00, we make a mad dash around the house, cleaning up, and making the house look half decent, so it doesn't look like I sat around all day to my workaholic husband. He needs to think that I work just as hard as he does. Or I'd never hear the end of it.
In my defense, though, usually, we have school, and activities to drive the kids to, and believe it or not, we've had less friends over this week than usual. So, really, we are busy during the day.
Anyway, I digress.
Ok. I have been waffling back and forth, debating whether I should vent about what I'm about to vent about or not. (Did that make any sense whatsoever?) I hope this doesn't make me sound ungrateful, or anything. It's just I'm feeling a little discouraged is all. Why is it that more people are interested in what I fed my kids for breakfast, or what color I dyed my hair, than in my music? Of the 9 comments I got on my post announcing my free sheet music promo, most of them went something like this: "Oh well, I don't play the piano. Thanks anyway."
Ok, this might sound the slightest bit cynical, but you do realize that you don't actually have to play the piano to listen to piano music, right? You don't have get the free sheet music to buy the CD, if you don't want it.
That said, I appreciate all of you who have said you would buy a CD. I understand if you have reasons you want to wait. And I really, truly appreciate everyone who has ordered a CD already.
I'm just having some serious thoughts of self doubt, and wondering if this thing is just to big for me to succeed.
I'm really worried that my little venting session will offend people. I don't want to guilt people into feeling sorry for me so they'll buy the CD. I want people to buy it because they like the music. All I'm asking, is that you take a moment, go over to my website, and just listen. You just might like it. I've also put Paypal buttons on my music blog, and created an Etsy account, just to make it easier for you. I also have a mail in form if you don't want to pay using Pay pal. Just send me an email, and I'll send it to you.
Does it seem like I've been complaining alot? If so, I'm sorry. I think I've completely lost my funny mojo. Have you seen it? I was reading through some of my older posts, and I think I used to be pretty stinkin' funny. Now, the only time I think I'm funny is when I have a flask in my hand. I think I might have a problem. Is it possible to get addicted to grenadine?
Speaking of funny stories, it recently occurred to me that I may or may not have never told you about the time TJ almost burned my house down. True story. Does that sound familiar? Have I told that story before? If not, plan on a good one later next week.
KJ borrowed my i-pod. Now, of course, I can't find it. I guess that's what I get for being so accommodating as to downloading Disney channel
Let's see.....every song from the Hosanna Concert by Lex De Azevedo. It's so stuck in my brain, from rehearsing over and over. I don't mind it though. The music is so amazing.
Seriously, if you are in Utah, and can make it into Salt Lake tonight or tomorrow night, come see the show. It is going to be incredible!! Buy tickets, here.
Ok, here is my random 10 list for today:
1. She Went Out For Cigarettes - Chely Wright
2. I've Got You Under My Skin - Frank Sinatra
3. Can't Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon
4. Forever - Kenny Loggins
5. Voulez Vous - ABBA
6. Recuerdos - Eros Ramazotti
7. Wanted Dead or Alive - Bon Jovi
8. Sitting, Waiting, Wishing - Jack Johnson
9. If Tomorrow Never Comes - Garth Brooks
10. Viva la Vida - Coldplay
Bonus: Somewhere Over the Rainbow - Katherine McPhee
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Then, I realized that today is Thursday. Which would explain why, when I woke up at 9:00 this morning, I felt guilty. No, not because my children had already been up for 2 hours, and had to get their own breakfast (yesterday's brownies), and were watching Dora the Explorer, and The Suite Life of Zack and Cody all morning, while I snoozed away. No, I felt guilty because Thursday is a run day. I was supposed to meet my running group at 5:00. Once again, I didn't get up to run. In fact, I didn't even set my alarm last night.
I blame it on two things. Ok, well, three things.
One: Last night was our last rehearsal for the Hosanna Concert (did you get your tickets, yet?). We didn't get out of there until almost 10:00, plus drive time. I also volunteered to drive a group of three high-school-aged sisters, and a guy who can't drive because of a heart condition. So, I had to drop them all off before I could go home.
Two: It was raining so hard last night, it took extra time to drive home. For all I knew, the Great Salt Lake had floated into the sky and then been dumped out completely on the valley. It was raining THAT hard. I did NOT want to get up at the butt-crack of dawn to get hypothermia.
Three: I had to stay up and watch American Idol. Because up to this point, I always hear who gets voted off before I actually watch the show, and it bugs me. That's like hearing who won before you even start watching the game. That said, I'm kind of glad that that blind dude whose name I can't remember got voted off. I didn't think he was that great a singer. He was pretty good on the piano though. He should pursue that.
So, I didn't run this morning. That, combined with eating my weight in brownies all week, and trying to find way to entertain three ungrateful children, who think they are entitled to the world just by existing, I am NOT a happy camper today. I have bent over backwards trying to do fun things for those monkeys, and it seems all I get in return is whining and complaining. (Yes, I see the irony in me whining and complaining about my children whining and complaining. Shut up.)
I'm just looking forward to next week....when school starts again.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Of course, there are strings attached. Aren't there always?
I'm all about shameless self promotion. So here it is:
Go over to my other blog. The one where I like to talk about my process in trying to break into the music industry, and read my latest post.
It will give you all the info you need to get your free sheet music. You can choose from "Solitude" or "On the River." (If you ask me, they are my two of my favorite songs I've written).
Hey, and while you're there...go ahead and click Follow Me.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
TJ: "Mom, you love me, huh?"
Me: "Of course, TJ, I love you sooo much!"
TJ: "And you liked me and KJ and Peter the best, so that's why you picked us out at the hospital to take us home, right?!"
Me: chuckling, "Yes, TJ, I liked you best out of all the babies at the hospital."
Today, I've had some of those rare, beautiful moments, when the rewards of Motherhood come back tenfold. There is something about spending time with my precious little monkeys that brings me absolute pure joy. I just love these kids more than words can express. My heart is brimming to overflow today.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
What's the fun in playing a joke if no one is going to believe me?
For the record: No, I am NOT pregnant. But, yeah, that would've been funny if I really was, and make you think it was just a joke, but really, I was pregant.