I think about how much I miss him, and start to feel sorry for myself…..but then I think about all the people who never got the chance to meet him, and I start to feel sorry for them.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Friday, February 27, 2009
Delicate Flower
I recently mentioned to my brother that I hope Miss O is as uninhibited as he and I are.
By this, I mean that I hope she feels comfortable being silly, dancing in the grocery store, singing in public and most of all, I hope she's funny. (actually, she's totally hilarious, but you get what I'm trying to say)
I don't wish for her to be reserved or a stick in the snow.
Yes, yes, I want her to be a lady when it's appropriate and I want her to learn her manners, etc. But I also want her to be able to have fun and let loose, even when she becomes an adult.
Too many adults are so stuffy and such wet blankets, they wouldn't know a good time if it round house kicked them in the face.
That said. Miss O is trying to fart on command.
She's not even two years old, people.
We have taught her that farts are funny.
Now that she knows this, she is, apparently, attempting to squeeze one out at any given moment.
Her face turns red, her eyes water, and she shakes a little.
*buurrrt*
Our little comedienne.
I'm so proud.
By this, I mean that I hope she feels comfortable being silly, dancing in the grocery store, singing in public and most of all, I hope she's funny. (actually, she's totally hilarious, but you get what I'm trying to say)
I don't wish for her to be reserved or a stick in the snow.
Yes, yes, I want her to be a lady when it's appropriate and I want her to learn her manners, etc. But I also want her to be able to have fun and let loose, even when she becomes an adult.
Too many adults are so stuffy and such wet blankets, they wouldn't know a good time if it round house kicked them in the face.
That said. Miss O is trying to fart on command.
She's not even two years old, people.
We have taught her that farts are funny.
Now that she knows this, she is, apparently, attempting to squeeze one out at any given moment.
Her face turns red, her eyes water, and she shakes a little.
*buurrrt*
Our little comedienne.
I'm so proud.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sew What?
I come from a long line of accomplished seamstresses. My granny (she'd kill me if she heard me call her that), my mom, my auntie. Heck, even my sister-in-law and all time bestie, Capooty, is a hard core seamstress. So, one would think that I might be semi-capable of sewing on a few buttons, right?
Wrong.
I normally rule the school when it comes to repairing a stray button or mending a hole, but this weekend I would have shamed my family beyond belief.
It all started when Nordstrom Rack held their "Big Brands" sale. This is basically a sale in which all of their 'brand names" are on the cheap. Call me what you will, but I'm a sucker for a brand name. Not so much because it's a label, but more because it's made well and will last forever. So, I loaded my arms with clothing to try on. After countless trips to the dressing room, I finally decided on purchasing some Dansko clogs ($34.90!) and two pairs of BCBG trousers for work ($18.90 each!). The trousers did need a little help though. Most of the buttons on both waistbands were hanging by a thread. In fact, one of the pairs was missing two buttons. "No biggie", I thought, "I can fix those in a jiffy; how hard can it be?".
I went to Joann Fabrics to pick up a few buttons and came home to set about sewing them on. The first pair went smoothly, no problems at all. But the second pair, the ones with the missing buttons? Have.been.a.pain.in.my.ass. I have sewn the buttons on not once, not twice, but FOUR FREAKING times and they still aren't right!!!!! Three buttons go on the front flap closure and if they aren't lined up just right, the flap will bunch and look lumpy. (And there's also one button that goes on the inside of the waistband for . . . secret closure? Who knows?)
After discovering my fourth attempt was a failure, I ripped the buttons out (no seam ripper, mind you. During this whole debacle I kept telling myself that a seam ripper would really freakin' come in handy thankyouverymuch). I decided that I would mark the trousers one last time. I carefully lined up the button holes and marked where the buttons should be sewn. Then I double checked my work. Everything looks like it's a go.
We'll see.
I'm going to give it one last try and then I'm calling my mom.
Wrong.
I normally rule the school when it comes to repairing a stray button or mending a hole, but this weekend I would have shamed my family beyond belief.
It all started when Nordstrom Rack held their "Big Brands" sale. This is basically a sale in which all of their 'brand names" are on the cheap. Call me what you will, but I'm a sucker for a brand name. Not so much because it's a label, but more because it's made well and will last forever. So, I loaded my arms with clothing to try on. After countless trips to the dressing room, I finally decided on purchasing some Dansko clogs ($34.90!) and two pairs of BCBG trousers for work ($18.90 each!). The trousers did need a little help though. Most of the buttons on both waistbands were hanging by a thread. In fact, one of the pairs was missing two buttons. "No biggie", I thought, "I can fix those in a jiffy; how hard can it be?".
I went to Joann Fabrics to pick up a few buttons and came home to set about sewing them on. The first pair went smoothly, no problems at all. But the second pair, the ones with the missing buttons? Have.been.a.pain.in.my.ass. I have sewn the buttons on not once, not twice, but FOUR FREAKING times and they still aren't right!!!!! Three buttons go on the front flap closure and if they aren't lined up just right, the flap will bunch and look lumpy. (And there's also one button that goes on the inside of the waistband for . . . secret closure? Who knows?)
After discovering my fourth attempt was a failure, I ripped the buttons out (no seam ripper, mind you. During this whole debacle I kept telling myself that a seam ripper would really freakin' come in handy thankyouverymuch). I decided that I would mark the trousers one last time. I carefully lined up the button holes and marked where the buttons should be sewn. Then I double checked my work. Everything looks like it's a go.
We'll see.
I'm going to give it one last try and then I'm calling my mom.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Self Love Day 2009
Oh jeez. It's Self Love Day. The deal is to dedicate a post to talking about yourself and something in particular you love about you. THEN anyone reading can chime in with something they love about you. Since I only have one reader (hi KEM!!), I won't expect the comment section to be full. :o)
So, here's the deal: I'm not that great at loving myself, in fact, I haven't always been good at liking myself. But, I'm working on it. And I like myself a little more everyday, so maybe by next year I'll have this post knocked out in a jiffy.
If I had to pick one thing I love about myself, I'd choose my positive attitude. I tend to stay positive during most crappy situations. A positive attitude is contagious, especially when working with kids. I'm positive with my criticism and in my teaching style. I've seen many coaches who are Negative Nellie's. They yell a lot, they degrade their kids. It affects everyone in the room. That's not how I roll.
I am a positive teacher and I love that about myself.
How's that for a declaration of love? I could probably do better if I saved this as a draft and spent the day thinking about it. But, the purpose of this blog was to speak freely, from the heart, without censorship. Sometimes it's best to go with your first thought. And this was mine.
So, here's the deal: I'm not that great at loving myself, in fact, I haven't always been good at liking myself. But, I'm working on it. And I like myself a little more everyday, so maybe by next year I'll have this post knocked out in a jiffy.
If I had to pick one thing I love about myself, I'd choose my positive attitude. I tend to stay positive during most crappy situations. A positive attitude is contagious, especially when working with kids. I'm positive with my criticism and in my teaching style. I've seen many coaches who are Negative Nellie's. They yell a lot, they degrade their kids. It affects everyone in the room. That's not how I roll.
I am a positive teacher and I love that about myself.
How's that for a declaration of love? I could probably do better if I saved this as a draft and spent the day thinking about it. But, the purpose of this blog was to speak freely, from the heart, without censorship. Sometimes it's best to go with your first thought. And this was mine.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
The New Yellow Pages are Here!
I am somebody!
I'll do my best to keep blog quality up to par with those of you that I have admired from afar (that rhymed!).
I am a thirty something, married gal, living in Portland, OR.
I work a lot.
I have two jobs, not out of necessity. I love one of my jobs more than life itself and I work at the other to pay the bills.
As you may have guessed, I am an aunt. I am "Auntie" to the almost two years old, Miss O. She pretty much rules. We are best friends and she totally gets me. I know that we won't be best buds forever. She will grow up and move on to bigger and better things. It's all good. I'll take the time I can get with her.
I'm not all together certain that I would be here if not for her.
But that's a story for another day.
I'll do my best to keep blog quality up to par with those of you that I have admired from afar (that rhymed!).
I am a thirty something, married gal, living in Portland, OR.
I work a lot.
I have two jobs, not out of necessity. I love one of my jobs more than life itself and I work at the other to pay the bills.
As you may have guessed, I am an aunt. I am "Auntie" to the almost two years old, Miss O. She pretty much rules. We are best friends and she totally gets me. I know that we won't be best buds forever. She will grow up and move on to bigger and better things. It's all good. I'll take the time I can get with her.
I'm not all together certain that I would be here if not for her.
But that's a story for another day.
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