One of the million reasons we love our dentist: He loves kids!
The last time I went to the dentist we were there for 3 hours so I brought a bunch of cards and markers to compose and decorate some happy thoughts to send off in the mail. Uninterrupted writing time = best three hours of that week!
Writing letters and decorating envelopes can be even more addicting than computer time. I'm not sure which is more time consuming or if either are in my best interest but I love them both. Letter writing is actually just like computer interactions, only it takes more time. But both help me feel connected to friends and family and both provide some means of adult conversation that does not include needing to know the words to the new Scooby Doo theme song.
I'm pretty sure my kids speak to each other in movie quotes more than in actual conversation. I can remember the basic plot of most movies but I can barely keep track of the character's names let alone what exactly they said, so I am not a very skilled participant in these quote conversations. Sometimes I'll throw in a song quote (because that's my love language) but they either ignore me or ask "what movie is that from?" and then give each other the bless her heart look when I tell them it's from a song.
I am constantly trying to better understand the connection I have with music. Does everyone have a more real and raw sense of their being and emotions and mind through music? I watch someone play the piano or guitar really well and it almost hurts that I don't have that ability. Some songs lure the dancer that I know exists inside of me but she's a lot more graceful in my mind and my gawky limbs and lack of coordination just don't cooperate. Music awakens me, creates or emphasizes my moods, sharpens my senses, makes me feel whole.
And words just can't really describe what I'm trying to explain because that last thought sounded way too cheesy when I re-read it just now. The feeling is real and not cheesy at all. Although I do love cheese. Especially Tillamook's medium cheddar.
I was driving to a meeting one Saturday morning when a song came on the radio that reminded me of my missionary son in Texas. It's a song he would sing all the time, one he even pulled up on his iPod and played for me once when he came home to visit from college saying, "Mom! You have to love this song!" It made me cry to hear that song on the radio, thinking of my happy missionary boy smiling his way into the hearts of the people he's meeting and teaching. I miss that kid a million times over but I love hearing of the awesome experiences he's having.
The only way to get your kids to believe that beef or chicken bouillon cubes are NOT candy that you're hiding up in the cupboard is to just let them have one. You'll only have to do it once.
My oldest daughter has been bringing home poetry that she is supposed to navigate through and write up all of the meaning behind the words. She asked me what one of the poems meant and I read it and thought, it means the author is on some crazy drugs! but I told her that she should google it because someone on the internet would give her a better answer than I could.
This reminded me of when I had to do the same thing in high school. I remember how much I loved English and how it pained me to have to somehow magically understand the minds of the people who wrote these crazy poems and know what the symbolism of everything was. I showed ElemenoB the poems that I wrote back then, the ones that were purposely meaningless. I wrote these so that someday, when my poetry was famous (I had no doubt!) I would have a few crazy poems that meant nothing at all. Take that, English teachers!
I wonder if that's what the other famous poets did, too.
I always hated how teachers ruined great books by testing us on the symbolism in them. Remember Lord of the Flies? I LOVED that book but pretended to think it was awful because everyone else hated it. And then Mrs. Whoever started asking what did this mean and what did this represent and I was like, huh? A bunch of kids are stuck on an island and trying to survive. What the heck are you talking about? I haven't read it again since the 10th grade. Maybe I should now that there's no one there to ruin it for me.
I took a group of boy scouts to a city council meeting recently to pass off a requirement for a merit badge. A non-profit group was requesting that their funding be increased to either 7.5% or 10%. The guy that is supposed to represent the people in my area of the city said, "I think we should give them 15%!" and I just sat there, wondering how it would work if banks operated that way. "I'd like a loan for $10,000, please." "Can we give you $15,000 instead?" Thank goodness Mr. Overly Generous With Taxpayer Money was out-voted. I don't get that way of thinking.
You know the saying 'You are what you eat?' Well I just ate every single Foxy Lady and Too Cool conversation heart I could find and I'm still in my pajamas with a frizz-do.
I know I need to take better care of myself. I know I need to exercise more (meaning: I need to actually exercise) and eat something healthier than dark chocolate with almonds. Why do I find myself making excuses for not doing these things when I know they are in my best interest? Even worse, why do other people make excuses for me (such as: If I looked like you I wouldn't exercise either)? Anybody need a walking buddy? Because I still can't run longer than about 10 minutes straight.
This getting older business stinks sometimes.
If science projects are supposed to be done entirely by elementary aged students with only minimal parent support, how in the world would they ever get done? I just finished parentally supporting my 5th
Speaking of science projects, does anyone want to know which brand of diapers is the most absorbent? Pampers and Luvs. But Huggies absorb water faster, so they're still my favorite. And none of my kids pee 6 1/4 cups at a time anyway so I don't care if the other brands absorb more. I like the brand that absorbs better. But the project wasn't about my opinion. Huggies for the win!