ammogirl

Because I begged her to find me a meme, and then didn’t do it, even after she tagged me.

1.  Finish this statement 5 times:  It’s okay________

• to not always know
• to skip a workout
• to feel sad even if you should be happy
• to eat the whole pint of ben&jerry’s…sometimes
• to sleep in as late as possible on the weekends

2.  The first time I realized there was someone in my life I would run into a burning building for was:

• when I was five months pregnant with Lindsey and I felt her move.

3.  The first time I realized I didn’t have to have a good reason to say no to someone was:

• wait, I don’t need a reason for this?  Honestly?  I’ve never learned.

4.  The first time I scared the crap out of myself and loved it was:

• when I learned how to ski.  I was and still am terrified, but I do love it.

5.  The first time I walked away from someone or something I finally realized was bad for me was:

• (Kari, this sounds a lot like yours…what WAS it with those Lincoln City cooks?) When I was 16 I was dating a 21 year old waiter I worked with.  He was so wrong, but because of the aforementioned not being able to say no to anyone, I couldn’t break up with him.  Finally, I told him I was pregnant, which I absolutely 100% wasn’t, in hopes that it would scare him and make him dump me.  It worked.

6.  When I was younger I used to be:

• guilty of really poor self-confidence.

6a. And now I’m:

• definitely aware of what I am capable of.

6b. This makes me:

• immensely happy, and definitely a much better person/wife/mother/friend.

7.  An insecurity I’ve never been able to shake:

• that my stories are boring and never-ending.

8.  Something I find completely disgusting:

• ha!  What don’t I find completely disgusting?  Umm…people spitting loogies right where I can see them.  Ew.

There.  That was a perfect low-key Sunday post.

Tschuss!!

You know, I do not think I’m an uncool parent. In fact, I sometimes don’t feel like a parent at all - and before anyone out there thinks I’m of the “my kids are my friends” mindset, I’m not. No, it’s just sometimes 35 still seems…so far away, not NOW. I’m flattered by the fact that not only does my weeks-away-from-being-13 year old daughter wear the same size clothes as I do, she actually wants to wear them. Flattered, and annoyed…god, it’s not funny to want to wear something specific, only to find it scrunched up in the bottom of a laundry basket. Point is, I don’t feel old, and I don’t feel uncool.

Now, today I had to pick up Lindsey’s best friend’s sister and HER friend from base, because of vehicular difficulties on their side, and also because of the fact that I’m such a giving person who volunteers for these kinds of things…ha ha ha. Anyhow, I had to pick them up, so Lindsey, her friend D and I all piled in the car and off we went. Almost immediately, Lindsey wanted to switch my iPod with hers, even though half of my songs are from HER library. I was like, honey, that’s silly, if you don’t like a song, just change it. Because, hi, nearly the same music, minus the really horrible hip-hop, plus some really great techno and eighties. Hands down, I have the better playlist, right?

We picked up D’s sister plus friend with no problems. Things were going really well, but I know my daughter, so I understood when she skipped over the Rolling Stones. I’ll admit I winced a little when she bypassed the Erasure, but got over it quickly…but when the first notes of “Roam” by the B-52s came on, and she got a panicked look on her face and said quietly “Can we PLEASE PUT ON MY IPOD NOW” I was horrified! You guys! The B-52s? Are UNCOOL? REALLY? What has the world COME TO? Clearly, I AM getting old, because back in MY day, the B-52s were on a level of quirky cool that I could only DREAM about achieving. How can they now be OLD PERSON MUSIC?

…sighhh. I made her leave it on, because we were literally two minutes from our destination. I watched her from the corner of my eye as she tried to sink completely into her seat, and totally disassociated herself with the entire world. Did I feel bad for her? Absolutely not. I did shed an internal tear, however, for the passage of time and for the state of music. Soon, one of my children will try and tell me Depeche Mode’s classic Master and Servant is nowhere near as good as Mims-This is Why I’m Hot and I swear…I will disown them.

I swear I will.

Tschuss!!

I’m in this class all week that is…really, really boring. And I can’t even talk about it, so I can’t…talk about it. On the upside, at least I’m not at work, since we are in the midst of a huge personnel changeover right now, and it’s all sort of chaotic.

Right. So, the cockroaches. Yes. It’s getting totally out of hand. At lunchtime today, I had my routine can of Healthy Choice Hearty Chicken soup, dousing it liberally with Cholula sauce and waiting patiently for the exactly two minutes I warm it up in the microwave because Healthy Choice soup really has to be cooked to just the perfect temperature to be tasty, right? So wait wait wait, then the timer went off, and I opened up the door. Anddd…there was a cockroach scurrying around on the inside of the damn microwave. Oh my god you guys, my SOUP was in there. It was so gross. If you are wondering, I CAN’T do anything about this, because only the building manager can call the bug people, and I am not the building manager. On top of that, I don’t think the women who IS the building manager believes me anyway. I mean, I can understand it’s a little hard to accept there is a huge roach infestation, being that I’m the only one who ever sees them - which, yeah, I’ve addressed this already but why is that, huh? Why? - but isn’t one MORE than enough cockroaches? Honestly?

Apparently I’m going to be switching servers here in the next couple of days, so if you can’t get to my site, that’s why. Man, my big move is certainly turning into a lot of work…for John.

Oh great. The cat just threw up, I’m not kidding, five times. Fabulous.

Tschuss!!