I love you, so why don't you love me back?

We all have these kinds of relationships in our lives. We love something so much, but it doesn't seem to want to return the favor. It could be a person, maybe a guy or girl that you're really into, but they don't seem to think you're as awesome as you would like to be actually are. Or maybe you're like me and you have this relationship with a beverage. That's right, a beverage is breaking my heart. I adore it, and it treats me very badly. What is this beverage that I have such a dysfunctional relationship with you ask. Coffee. I am crazy about coffee. I really love it. However, it refuses to love me back. It's such a selfish beverage, really. It's all or nothing with coffee. Either I drink it all the time, or it punishes me. We play those silly relationship games. I'll drink it all the time, then I won't for one reason or another, and it will get mad at me and make me feel horrible for an unspecified amount of time (I suppose the length of the punishment is based on how mad it is at me for ignoring it) then I'll get mad at it and won't drink it at all for a long time. But of course what happens in every great dysfunctional relationship? You guessed it. I'll start missing it so I'll call it up, start drinking it, and the vicious cycle has begun yet again. It's so off & on, back & forth. Coffee & I are like the Kim Kardashian and Reggie Bush of beverage/person relationships. I've got to find a happy medium. I'm too old to be playing these games. It shouldn't have to be all or nothing. I'm going to have to do some serious thinking on this matter. How can I have coffee in my life without letting it make me feel terrible if I don't give it all the attention it thinks it deserves?

She & Him

My Hubby & I recently saw She & Him in concert. They really did a great job & we had a great time. I would highly recommend them as a fun show to see.

One of my favorite games to play at concerts is "How Much Older Am I?" It's so funny because when we go to concerts we have got to be at least five ten years older than our fellow concert goers. Case in point, at this concert my sweet hubby looked over & saw that we were standing right beside his co-worker's son...who is a senior... in high school. Thats right, our daughter is closer in age to the people we enjoyed this show with. To be fair there were some people there that looked to be quite a bit older than us, of course they were there to chaperone their kids, but still. Some might say we need to hang up our concerting shoes, but I just like to think of us as young at heart. 

If you aren't familiar with She & Him you can find out more about them here. 

FYI

Just in case you're interested, I started a new blog. Please don't think I can't hear you laughing at me. I know what you're thinking "she can't even keep up with one blog, how in the world does she think she will be able to keep up with two?!" I've had the same thoughts, and the truth is I don't know how I'm going to keep up with two, but I figure if I want to have two unused blogs out there in cyberspace I can. The second blog is going to be private so if you'd like to check it out leave me a comment with your email address, and I'll add you to my super exclusive list.   Happy reading!


Funny Sidenote: when I was talking to Chris about starting another blog I told him I was having a hard time naming it. I just wanted it to be something simple and to the point. He didn't really like any of my ideas so he gave me some suggestions & I thought I'd share...


One day at a time

A padded room with a view

Are you kidding me?

A padded room with a view was my personal favorite :)

Walk on the Beach

We recently went to the beach, and one of my favorite moments from our trip was a walk I took on the beach. I should preface this with the fact that I really love taking walks on the beach. I love the beach in general, and walking down the beach on a beautiful day with the waves crashing and the sun shining is definitely up there on my list of favorite things. This walk, however, may just be my number one. Sure I've had romantic walks in the moonlight, fun walks with friends, & even a couple of walks where somehow a great conversation happened when it was least expected. But this walk was special even in comparison to those moments. What made this walk so special you ask, well I'll tell you. It was my walking partner. My sweet 7 year old & I took an impromtu walk one afternoon, and it ended up being a blog worthy moment (is this how I'm rating moments in my life now...if they're blog worthy? this could be a problem). We ran, jumped, spun, danced (oh that's right there was some robot, moonwalking, and moves that have no name happening on the beach that day) , did cartwheels (he's not so great with the cartwheels, but a lot of laughs were had during the attempts), walked backwards (promising to let the other know if they were going to run into anything...does it make me a bad mother if I accidentally forgot to tell him a time or two?), compared footprints, slid (as into homeplate style), and just had a great, fun time in general. This walk summed up what I love most about that sweet 7 year old. He has such a sweet, fun-loving spirit with an enthusiasm for life that compares to no other. He took an ordinary walk and turned it into a blog worthy moment without even trying. He's just that fun naturally.

Trading Places

I'm sure I am going to date myself with this, but remember that movie that came out in the early eighties "Trading Places" with Eddie Murphy and Dan Aykroyd? Just so we're clear, I was a very young child when it came out (well very young might be stretching it, but I was definitely young). Anyway, the story line was along the lines of two people from very different backgrounds having to trade lives. The rich successful man became broke while the jobless & homeless (?) man got to live the rich life.

My point to all this was not to reminisce about movies from the eighties (although that would probably be a great post...Back to the Future anyone... Roads? Where we’re going we won’t need roads...). Oh my, I am having a difficult time staying focused. For me to say “but I digress” right now would be like me saying Heidi Montag has had a little work done.

Let’s try this again. Has anyone ever considered who they might want to trade places with, assuming it was necessary for some reason? No, well then play my game with me...I’ll go first!

1. Kelly Ripa

Here are all the reasons why being Kelly Ripa wouldn’t be so bad...
-She lives in NYC. How fun would that be? I think lots of fun!
-She works for like an hour a day, and makes a ton of money.
-Part of her job description involves getting her hair and make-up
done professionally every moring. I would get on board for that
reason alone :)

2. Kristin Chenoweth

If I was this cute and could sing this good nothing would stop me! Also, I mentioned many posts ago that one of my dream jobs would be being on Broadway, and that’s where she is, literally, right now she’s doing a show on Broadway.


3. Julianne Hough

Just say Dancing with the Stars and I’m on board. I would trade places with one of the men to be on that show if necessary. Seriously, I love it. I’ve considered trying to sell out my family by pitching a reality show to TLC just so I could then move on to Dancing with the Stars. If only Chris hadn’t had that vasectomy & we could have like 10 or 12 more kids...oops, I’m sorry. Was that too much information?

4. Diane Sawyer

This woman is smart, sophisticated, successful, beautiful. Why wouldn’t you want to be Diane Sawyer?

Ok. Now it's your turn. Who would you trade places with?

I Grew Up a Little Bit Today

Before continuing with this post you must solemnly swear to not judge me too harshly, or to think too little of me after reading this (you can judge me, or think poorly of me, but find a better reason than this…I assure you I provide plenty on a daily basis). If you cannot make this vow, you must leave this blog immediately and not return until I post something less humiliating. “But isn’t she desperate for readers,” you may be asking yourself. No, the answer is no, I am not that desperate (I do quite enjoy knowing there is someone out there reading, but I don’t think I qualify as desperate just yet).

With that said here goes….

I cancelled my Myspace account today. That’s right. You read that correctly, I cancelled my Myspace account. At this point, you are either breaking your vow to not judge me too harshly, or you are utterly confused because you thought you had been reading a blog written by a grown woman, not a blog that was being written by a 13 year old girl. I understand your confusion, and I can help. Let me take you through this…

Several years ago (before facebook became the place to be) my sister in law had too much time on her hands, and she asked me if she could create a myspace page for me. I was uncertain at first, but I thought, “why not, I’ll get to see what all the fuss is about.” So she did, and I had one. It sat mostly untouched for a while, but as time went by I became more involved in my page; picking out a cute background, a funny quote, making slideshows, adding a few friends. Now, I don’t think, no, I’m sure, I wasn’t ever a hard-core myspace user, but I did have an account, and a page with all the trimmings. Is that hard for a 34-year-old mother of three to admit? Absolutely.

That’s all behind me now because I have officially cancelled my account. I can hold my head up high and know that I, a 34-year-old mother of 3 (one of which is about to be 13 by the way, which somehow makes this more embarrassing) do not have a myspace page.

Funny side note: When I was going through the cancellation process I had to pick a reason for why I wanted to cancel my account. “Way Too Old to be Doing This” wasn’t an option so I just checked the box “ Some Other Reason” and continued on my way to the land of self-respect.

Disclaimer: If you are reading this, and you consider yourself to be a responsible, respectable adult and you have a current Myspace account please do not think that I am judging you. If you love Myspace, then you should Myspace it up, get your Myspace on and be proud. It just wasn’t right for me anymore.

Brotherly Love

Brother 1: "I wish Brother 2 was still little, like when he was a baby. He was so cute when he was a baby. Now he's like this" (as he points to brother 2).

Brother 2: "Well you're ugly now, and you were ugly when you were little."

Now, I'm not saying I actually know these "brothers" but if I did I would have been laughing my head off as I listened to that exchange.