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And Now, Deep Thoughts

I have some random questions and thoughts today. If you have time, or anything piques your interest, feel free to answer in the comments section. I’d love to hear from you.

  1. Dear Lunchlady, Please go to Frisbee throwing school. Thanks, Franks

    Dear Snack Lady,
    Please go to Frisbee throwing school.
    Thanks,
    Franks

    Can anyone teach me how to throw a Frisbee? Do you think dogs can be exasperated, because every time I try to throw ours for Frankie to fetch at the park, it flails end over end, and then lands half the distance I intended it to go before awkwardly rolling the last few feet. Frankie will run half-heartedly after it, aggressively pee on stuff on his way back, and then he gives me the, “You throw like a girl,” look and says with his eyes, “When is the big guy getting home from work?”

  2. I’m reading a book (trying to read a book) that is/was on the best seller list. On page 20, the author actually uses lol in the middle of her dialogue. This occurs three more times in the next 20 pages with two other characters, and now I don’t think I can finish reading it. When did lol become acceptable to say outside of the internet and an AOL chat room?
  3. What is the proper sorting pile for wedding photos from a marriage that is over and produced no children? Keep, Dumpster, or Keep and Hide. I still have the photos from my first wedding. They were insanely expensive, and some of the people who attended that wedding are no longer with us. There is also a stupid big, nicely framed bridal portrait of me at age 22. I’ll never look that young and fresh again, but I will also never hang it in my home for obvious reasons, the least of which is lacking the ego I imagine it would take to display such a large photo of oneself. So, what to do with them, what to do?
  4. Where the fuck is Woody’s hat and my daughter’s other pink Croc? Two things that have inexplicably disappeared from my house.
  5. What is this demon allergen that has blown in over the last few days, and when is it going to leave so I can breathe again?
  6. Why would someone name a children’s show Doc McStuffins and expect me not to laugh?
  7. Is shooting nose spray in each nostril, bending over to keep it from running down the back of your throat, then standing up too fast and getting dizzy anything like doing whip-its? Because I think I just did a whip-it. If you’re old enough, you’re singing a Devo song now aren’t you?
  8. Seriously, I’m not sure I can finish this list. I think I’m high.
  9. Do you ever have days where you wish you could still smoke a bowl and listen to music with your skin for a few hours. What soundtrack would you choose? What? No? …never mind. Pretend I never said that.
  10. I recently got my feelings hurt because I wasn’t invited to a baby shower that I didn’t really want to go to. So what’s it like to have a penis? I bet it’s neat.

Hope you all have a great weekend!

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Movin’ On Up

Interest rates for home financing are ridiculously low right now.

I’m sure you’re all aware of that, but if you didn’t know, now you know. For a 30 year fixed rate mortgage, interest rates are under 4%.

credit: 4starsigns.com

credit: 4starsigns.com

After a lot of discussion, we are getting ready to put our house on the market. If it doesn’t sell, we’ll refinance our current mortgage and significantly cut our housing expenses. If it does sell, we should be able to move up without as much financial strain as we would face at higher interest rates.

Getting ready to move is a huge pain in the ass, and I haven’t been writing much because I have been knee-deep in all my things. My house looks like an episode of Hoarders, and I’m wrestling with the four decision piles. Keep, sell, donate, or dumpster.

Here are some things I’ve learned so far:

  1. We have entirely too much crap.
  2. It’s easier to part with that crap when faced with the reality of having to pack and move it. Haven’t used it in a year, it’s gone. No function in a new space, gone. Clothes that don’t fit anymore and aren’t part of a nostalgic concert t-shirt collection? Donate. I’ve been trying to do this and get organized for years, but now I’m really doing it.
  3. The appeal of the e-reader is never greater than when you’re packing box after box of books. I can’t bear to part with most of mine, even the shitty ones. 15 boxes and counting.
  4. The list of things that we need to fix and update in our home is long, expensive, and overwhelming. Power wash everything and shave the dog. Caulk all the cracks! New paint inside and out, new back fence, repair garage door opener that has been broken for three years, new blinds, steam clean the tile and grout, wash the baseboards, actually decorate with something other than children’s toys, new flooring. Everything I’ve ever thought would be nice to do around here will be done in the next few weeks. For someone else to enjoy. An interesting life metaphor if you care to explore it.
  5. Storage buildings are expensive.
  6. The DIY Network and HGTV are on the television more now, that is, when my daughter will allow us to switch over from Toy Story. I feel like all these “Crashers” shows give me unrealistic expectations for my trips to Home Depot and Lowe’s. I fully expect someone to approach me followed by cameras and come landscape my yard for free. I’m disappointed every time it doesn’t happen. I laughed for five full minutes when I heard someone on the DIY network say silicone caulk yesterday because I’m super mature.
  7. The most common question that I get asked now when talking about this, is what school district do we want to be in? Have I researched elementary schools and high schools? On a limited basis, I have, but I still have a part of me that wonders how important the quality of the elementary school really is. I went to grade school in a three room, rural school-house, and was fine. I attended the one high school that was available to us–it was fine. I’m not sure how to adjust to this momster mentality that every school my daughter attends has to be perfect, even the pre-school. We’re still just coloring and learning not to shit in our pants, right? I know, I know, it’s important. I’ll get there.
  8. In searching through homes for sale on the internet, it took me exactly fifteen minutes to turn into one of those people on House Hunters that I hate, complaining about wallpaper, borders and ruling out a listing based on a kitchen that doesn’t open up to the living space and has the wrong color cabinets. Didn’t think I had that in me either. I was wrong.
  9. I will make shit up to achieve the symmetry of a list of ten.
  10. I can see the garage floor for the first time ever since moving in here. Tada…ten. (That’s actually true, but probably not interesting to anyone but me).

Our friends put their house up for sale Friday night. By Saturday evening, they had three full price offers on it. The market is smoking hot and probably headed for another crash.

But we’re doing it.

Since I stopped working, I’ve spent a lot of time trying to curb the desire for material things, and it’s interesting how this process has re-awakened that wanting. I want a big spacious floor plan and a beautiful outdoor living space. I want two or three bedrooms and an office. I want a bathtub big enough to swim in and a nice kitchen. I want some new furniture to go with it. I want to not feel so disgusted with myself for wanting these things. I want this post to be funnier and sound less pretentious.

I don’t always get what I want.

It’s a steady stream of need vs. want evaluations lately, but for now at least, I know that I’ll be hissy fit free even if we don’t get any of those things.

But that’s what’s going on here.

My posting will probably be even more sporadic for the next few weeks, but I’ll still be around reading your stuff.

Is anyone else getting ready to move or in the process of refinancing your mortgage?

Good times, right?

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My Last Post About Potty Training and Poop…I Hope

Imagine trying to explain something simple to a toddler.

Something like, “You have to hold my hand when we walk through a parking lot.”

You can visit any Target parking lot and immediately see that words are pretty ineffective at getting this point across. Kids are running around loose, adults are distracted because they just spent $200 when they went in for toilet paper only, everyone is hungry for popcorn, junior is crying as mom pulls him off the giant red balls out front that some other kid who was potty training probably just peed on…it’s chaos.

Now, imagine trying to explain to a toddler how to control pee muscles.

Squeeze?!?!

My view for the last six weeks.

My view for the last six weeks.

I haven’t been writing much lately, and that’s because for the last six weeks, we have been in, “we’re really going to do it this time, no giving up because mommy isn’t ready to deal with the mess and stress, PT boot camp.”

And potty training is terrible.

I’ve been talking about it for so long, that I almost can’t believe that K is starting to understand the concept.

Even though I swore off parenting books when she was six months old, I did buy three books about potty training because I really didn’t know what to do. Now that she’s almost got it, I can’t really explain what finally made her understand that she had control of the whole thing. It just finally started to click.

The books were largely unhelpful, set some unrealistic expectations (three-day potty training method?!), and made me feel inadequate as only a carefully written parenting book can do.

So I’ve prepared a list of my own notes on the experience:

  1. Relax, and try not to let them see how important it is to you.
  2. Prepare to be stuck at home for a while.
  3. If you aren’t the one staying home training don’t blow up the potty training bathroom before you leave for work every day. Remember those who will be sitting in your stank for most of the day.
  4. You will notice how grimy your bathrooms are because you will be sitting on the floor of yours for hours every day. Keep your cleaning supplies close at hand to pass the time.
  5. If they walk behind a couch or disappear into a closet, they are probably pooping.
  6. It’s okay to back off and try again later if you don’t think they are ready. Honestly. It’s okay.
  7. Poop on the floor is gross but part of the process. Texting pictures of accidents to your spouse with turd puns is funny, posting them on Facebook is just nasty.
  8. For comic relief, read the Story of Farts. Wonder why they are sitting in a bathtub together, just farting. This picture is so weird.

    So much wrong with this picture.

    So much wrong with this picture.

  9. Be mindful of your reactions to accidents. For example, if you say, after accident number twenty of the day, “Goddamnit!” congratulations, you have a child who will not stop saying, “goddamnit,” every time they pee their pants. I can’t stress this point enough. It does not go over well on Easter Sunday.
  10. If nothing is working, try closing the door and giving them some privacy while they sit.
  11. If you buy Dora underwear, you will walk around all day reminding your child not to poop on Dora, while secretly thinking that would be hilarious because Dora sucks.
  12. Over the top, ridiculous praise even when you’re tired. Make up cheers and songs. M&M’s are powerful motivators. Buy enough for both of you.
  13. Find something they can do while they sit. iPhones, books, coloring, throwing a ball back and forth. Whatever keeps them sitting there. If possible, pick their favorite, and only let them have this while they are on the potty.
  14. Some kids are scared of public bathrooms. Mine is not, in fact, she loves them. The dirtier the better. Bring sanitizer.
  15. Relax and understand that it is going to take more than a weekend for most kids. If you’re both crying and frustrated, put the pull-up back on and go do something fun. The potty will still be there tomorrow.

That’s about it really. There’s not much to it except to take off the diapers and let them have accidents until they understand. It’s gross, and frustrating, and easily my least favorite part of parenting so far.

If I had to pick, the three tips that I would pass on from the books I read are:

  1. Put them on the potty after meals and 40 minutes after they’ve had something to drink for the best chance of success at catching anything.
  2. Set a timer. In addition to the above, trying once an hour worked best for us. When the timer goes off, she knows it’s time to try even if she doesn’t have to go and there is less fighting.
  3. Don’t ask them if they need to go, just tell them it’s time to try. It will still probably be a power struggle. Don’t make them sit for more than five minutes at a time. Put them in loose-fitting clothes that they can at least remove on their own.

She’s still having accidents sometimes and probably will for a while, but I’m happy to say I think she’s finally getting it.

And my parenting didn’t have much to do with it.

They all get it eventually, on their own time.

Interesting fact from the book: healthy people let loose about half a cup of gas in every fart and average 2 cups of gas a day.

Interesting fact from the book: healthy people let loose about half a cup of gas in every fart and release on average 2 cups of gas a day.

So relax, buy the Fart Book, and best of luck to you.

As always, feel free to share your own stories in the comments.

I’m going to do my best to permanently retire the subject.

 

 

 

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The Truth Is

I’ve got about four drafts going and nothing is coming together as a finished entry. I lose confidence each day that I don’t post. My inner critic gets louder and repeats, “No one cares what you write. This is a stupid, impractical way to spend your time.”

So, I’m writing a slump buster list and combining it with Truthful Tuesday.

The Truth Is:

  1. I’m a mess.
  2. The more time I spend alone, the more I crave solitude.
  3. The more I learn and read about religion and Christianity, the harder it becomes for me to hold onto my faith.
  4. I feel like a bad mother on more days than I care to admit.
  5. I usually want forgiveness without reconciliation.
  6. When I feel fat, I avoid sex.
  7. I think I’m easy to forget.
  8. I think there is something about me that prevents people from wanting deeper relationships and friendships. I wish I knew what it was.
  9. I have no idea how to get better at writing.
  10. I’ve started seven novels and never gotten past the first chapter of a draft.
  11. I was a nanny during college and loved it, but being in charge of other people’s kids stresses me out since having one of my own.
  12. Every time I see the first pictures taken of my daughter in the hospital, my first thought now is, “How did she squeeze out of my vagina?”
  13. You can say a lot with your silence, but not everyone will notice or get it.
  14. I can’t sleep later than 7:30 am anymore.
  15. I have no idea who Mumford & Sons is.
  16. I can’t name my favorite book. I hate this question, and I worry that it speaks volumes about my indecisiveness. The best answer I’ve ever heard was in The Perks of Being a Wallflower, “The last one I read.”
  17. Too much of my confidence and self-worth hinges on my current weight.
  18. I think the worst thing you can say to an elderly woman when looking at old photos of her is, “Oh, you were so beautiful!”
  19. They put on a good show.

    They put on a good show. credit: 5150desing.ca

    I’ve seen KISS in concert three times. I think “Beth” is a terrible song. Ace had the coolest makeup.

  20. I’m not the type of person who says, “If I could go back and redo that I wouldn’t change a thing.” I would be more likely to go back and re-write every single mistake if that was an option.
  21. My oldest brother baptized me in the Llano river when I was 30–15 years after I “got saved.” I put it off for so long for two reasons, I didn’t want to be in front of a whole congregation of people and get dunked, and I wanted to wait until I had more sins to be washed away. Mission accomplished.
  22. To this day, I’ve never taken communion in a church.
  23. You are probably getting bored with this list. I know I am.

I just had to post something.

I will try to be back soon with a more coherent essay.

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Checking Your Best to Worst Ratio

“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.”

I see this quote at least once a day on Facebook.

There’s nothing wrong with the quote, and there’s truth in it, but I see it most often with the first two sentences omitted and I think that says a lot.

The original duck face. original image: allvoices.com

The original duck face. original image: allvoices.com

My thought process when I see it is generally the same:

  1. Relationship advice from Marilyn Monroe…let’s think about that for a while.
  2. I quote too much out of context. Note to self–if you’re tempted to use a quote, try to read the whole text. It may not apply to you at all when taken in its entirety.
  3. Who posted that? Oh, well that makes sense. She is notoriously “hard to handle.”
  4. Stop being so judgemental. You don’t really know her anymore. People change. Sometimes.
  5. I hate Facebook.
  6. So delete your account.
  7. No.
  8. I hope I never have to date again.
  9. I’ve been some of those things already today–selfish, impatient, insecure.
  10. Am I giving the people I love a reasonable best to worst ratio?
  11. Not always, no.
  12. Maybe they deserve better.

When you find someone who loves you, all of you, your best and your worst moments, it’s a beautiful thing. Everyone deserves that.

When someone rejects you it hurts. You want to make the rejection their failing. And sometimes it is.

Sometimes it isn’t.

When I see the quote in my news feed now, I generally take a moment to consider my current best to worst ratio with my loved ones.

If they are getting too much of my worst for no damn reason, I try to adjust my “best” up to a more balanced level.

How do you feel about this quote?

Do you see it as much as I do?

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