It’s Sunday and Hurricane Sandy hasn’t even started to rear her ugly head in the North East. People are scrambling to get last minute items and prep their houses. Schools have announced closings and government officials have issued a state of emergency. All the preparation is important for our safety from the wrath of this horrific storm.
My question though is who is going to save me from my kids?
Not that this is about me but what about us parents? Millions of parents on the Eastern Seaboard are stressing out not only about floods or high winds but the fate of being stuck in the house with their children.
We still have power, no rain yet and I am already pulling out my hair. So far there has been an argument over a flute which I was about to throw out the window, my little one was so cranky I put her in her room and she cried so hard she threw up and my eldest ripped the house apart like a hurricane herself looking for a game she hasn’t played with in 2 years.
At this point I may willingly volunteer to help look for downed power lines. So Sandy, I hate you already and I don’t even know you. Like a guest that has over stayed their welcome I look forward to your departure already so I can regain my sanity.
I was getting ready one morning when it dawned I me just how many beauty products I use while getting ready each day. So I decided to count them. Hair products, skin care, makeup and perfume. I never quantified the sheer number of items I used each day. Now I know why the ladies at the beauty counter see me coming from a mile away.
I used a grand total of 19 products in all.
Here is my list:
- body wash
- face wash
- shaving cream
- skin toner
- face moisturizer
- eye cream
- shimmer cream
- eye shadow
- eye pencil
- lip gloss
- hair spray
So go ahead …experiment and let me know how many you use.
Driving to school today, we were discussing what college is about. I explained that college teaches us all we need to know for what we want to be when we grow up. So like any curious person, I asked my 4 year old, what she wanted to be when she was big. Annoyed that I didn’t remember, she answered, “Mom, I told you! I want to make krabby patties!” I laughed inside and told her that was great. So being a positive person, I drove into work thinking about why that wouldn’t be such a bad job.
Here are my 5 reasons why working at the Krusty Krab making Krabby Patties wouldn’t be so bad.
- Healthier Food – The food is healthier than other fast food options out there. I mean face it, burgers are much greasier and less healthy than crab meat.
- Equal Opportunity – Mr. Krabs has his faults but he hires and caters to all kinds… sponges, star fish, crabs, squids, fish of kinds and even squirrels.
- Sufficient Demand – The Krusty Krab is always busy and Spongebob alone helps keep demand on the up and up.
- No Competition – The only competition is the struggling Chum Bucket. The owner is evil and they only serve chum. I don’t really consider them competition.
- Location Location Location – What better place to work then in the Bikini Bottom. Who does not love the ocean?
So all in all I support my daughters decision to work along side Spongebob and make Krabby Patties when she grows up!
Side note: Isn’t it weird that Mr Krabs serves Krab?
This past weekend we went to an annual Steeple Chase fondly referred to as “the Hunt”. This was the backdrop on a perfect fall day.
If you panned far right of this photo, you would see some drunken college kids peeing on the port-o-johns (not in them), some throwing up and others passed out on the ground. BUT for the purposes of this post, we will focus solely on the lovely backdrop.
One day I got a quick glance in the mirror and did a double take. I asked myself “Who the heck is looking back at me?! Really? The person I know and love is young, perky, wrinkle free and raring to go.
We all have good and bad days but at what point did I age from that lovely 22 year old? Well the mirror answered that questions real fast!
It’s kind of like a person that passes away (ok maybe not that bad) but you want to remember them as they were…before!
So while I have come to terms with what I will call my “less young” self, I try to embrace the reflection I have now. Do I sound convincing enough?
“Sometimes making memories is more important than the act itself” – Happiness Depends
I make it a point to do things with my kids for them to remember when they are older. For better or for worse, I want to be etched into their little heads forever.
I was so excited to go to bed early last night – 9:30! That’s unheard of for me but I could not keep my eyes open. So as soon as I put the kids to bed, off I went as snug as a bug in a rug. Yawn!
At 1am, I heard a sound and could not fall back asleep. I tried everything. Toss, turn, toss, turn. WTH! It was just one of those nights. As soon as I got relatively comfy and started to dose off, in came a 4 year old bed bug. Then instead of my tossing and turning, it was a series of kicks and punches for the next few hours.
The moral of the story is that good things come to those who wait. Translation: I should have waited to go to sleep as usual so I’d be so deliriously tired the house could have fallen down and I wouldn’t have noticed.
As I was driving in to work today, I was thinking about the days of the week and how most days have a specific meaning to me except for Tuesdays and Thursdays. Mondays are, well “Mondays”. Wednesday is hump day. Friday is the start of the weekend. Saturday and Sunday are obviously the weekend. So where the heck do the other two days fit in?
I decided to look into to these days and find out a little more about them. It turns out thatTuesday and Thursday are two of the most interesting and fiercest in meaning. Who knew?
Tuesday – Tiu’s day
The meaning is related to Ares – God of war. Ares is the only son of the Zeus. He is fearless, impulsive and raring for a fight regardless of the consequences.
This sounds like my husband before his first cup of coffee.
Thursday — Thor’s day
The meaning is related to Thor – God of Thunder. Thor is famous for his hammer and belt of strength. He has a goat-driven chariot that created the noise of the thunder when rolling across the sky. The lightning bolts were caused by the hurling of his hammer.
I immediately related to Thor and envisioned shooting bolts of lightning to get my kids to listen.
I now have a new found respect for these two lost days.
Tell me what your favorite days are?