It's days like today that I wonder why I deny myself the luxury of flowers and special stuff on mother's day and my anniversary.
Usually I'm pretty satisfied to be allowed to stay in bed all day without judgment.
Today....Today I was awoken at 3:something a.m. to clean up the vomit that someone left in the middle of the night on the dining room/bathroom floor, walls, door....yuck. I anticipated some deep cleaning today seeing as how a nasty little strep bug invaded my family. I just wasn't anticipating my day starting at some ungodly time of day because my husband is vomit-wimpy. (He can't help it) I did get back to sleep and I was a bit lazy for the first few hours today.
However, after about three or four hours of cleaning the stinky boys' bathroom, and only half of the door jambs, light switch plates, door knobs and stair banister, I'm really relishing the idea of a beautiful bouquet of flowers for my efforts.
Granted most of the time I don't clean my house so thoroughly, I like to think that that is one of the reasons my family doesn't get sick very often...you know, 'cause I let them be exposed to germs regularly instead of keeping a sanitized house. I know it's not very logical or hygienic, but cut me some slack...Bunny trail, sorry. What I was trying to say is I don't usually put much effort into really keeping my house clean and when I do clean it I feel like I deserve a pat on the back. It's absurd, I know.
Whoever said a bunch of flowers as a sign of appreciation was wasteful or unimportant? Oh yeah, me.
Well, back to cleaning, I still have the rest of the doorjambs and switch plates and equally worst of all...the floors, the dishes and the laundry:-p
I think I have some flowery room spray laying around here somewhere, that should curb my craving.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
My Point....
Facebook is notoriously narcissistic. We upload 300 pictures of ourselves and those we love and think nothing of how vain it may or may not seem. Maybe some of us do but for the most part I think it's safe to say we like to see our faces and those of our sweet little cherub cheeked babies on our computer screen shared for the world to see. Well, for our own little world to see anyway.
If you're like me you scour the thousands of pictures saved to your hard drive searching endlessly for the handful of pictures that make you look good. You know the ones. They're almost never full body pictures, you're usually wearing make up, your hair is surprisingly done that day, and sometimes, if you're really lucky you look a little skinnier than you are in real life. You know those pictures, they flash through your brain when I describe them because there are only a handful in existence.
The idea of posting a picture that is anything less than flattering is not acceptable. I mean, we're talking ALL 200+ of your friends, most of whom you haven't seen since the 8th or 9th grade are going to see them! It's not like you're the same girl that you used to be. A good 30 lbs....what? Fine, 50 lbs heavier, a grip o' kids later, YEARS older....Come on! What are they going to think when you post that picture of you having a good time, but lookin' a hot mess doing it?
I'll tell you what they'll think; "Wow, she looks great! She looks so happy. I can't believe she has a grip o' kids! Man! She looks like she knows how to live!"
I know that's what they'll say because I say it all the time. Most of us are a bit chubbier than we were back in the time of prepubescence. Some of us even have a few gray hairs. Sad, I know. But most of us have reached a point of maturation that those things just don't matter. After all, it's not 8th grade anymore.
Granted there is that one girl on your friends list who regularly updates you on how cute her new outfit she just bought is, or how much money she just spent at the MAC counter, MOST of us are kind of passed that. Every now and then it's completely acceptable to post a picture of the super cute shoes you just bought, I mean, come on, that is TOTALLY worth sharing.
My point? I don't know if there was one. Maybe something along the lines of....Don't be ashamed of who you are or what you look like now. We don't need friends who edit their lives to look better than they are. Life is hard enough without trying to figure out why we're so screwed up because everyone we know uses photoshop and selective status updates.
If you're like me you scour the thousands of pictures saved to your hard drive searching endlessly for the handful of pictures that make you look good. You know the ones. They're almost never full body pictures, you're usually wearing make up, your hair is surprisingly done that day, and sometimes, if you're really lucky you look a little skinnier than you are in real life. You know those pictures, they flash through your brain when I describe them because there are only a handful in existence.
The idea of posting a picture that is anything less than flattering is not acceptable. I mean, we're talking ALL 200+ of your friends, most of whom you haven't seen since the 8th or 9th grade are going to see them! It's not like you're the same girl that you used to be. A good 30 lbs....what? Fine, 50 lbs heavier, a grip o' kids later, YEARS older....Come on! What are they going to think when you post that picture of you having a good time, but lookin' a hot mess doing it?
I'll tell you what they'll think; "Wow, she looks great! She looks so happy. I can't believe she has a grip o' kids! Man! She looks like she knows how to live!"
I know that's what they'll say because I say it all the time. Most of us are a bit chubbier than we were back in the time of prepubescence. Some of us even have a few gray hairs. Sad, I know. But most of us have reached a point of maturation that those things just don't matter. After all, it's not 8th grade anymore.
Granted there is that one girl on your friends list who regularly updates you on how cute her new outfit she just bought is, or how much money she just spent at the MAC counter, MOST of us are kind of passed that. Every now and then it's completely acceptable to post a picture of the super cute shoes you just bought, I mean, come on, that is TOTALLY worth sharing.
My point? I don't know if there was one. Maybe something along the lines of....Don't be ashamed of who you are or what you look like now. We don't need friends who edit their lives to look better than they are. Life is hard enough without trying to figure out why we're so screwed up because everyone we know uses photoshop and selective status updates.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Video Games and the Gamers that Rule Them
This is a blog topic that I've had in mind for a number of years and I've just never gotten around to putting pen to paper...er...fingertip to keyboard?
Video games are prolific. They're on your phone, your iPod, your t.v....literally, there is a channel on Directv that has games you can play with your remote! We've moved beyond the hand held poker games, traversed far beyond the ancient joysticks from the time of Atari and landed smack dab in the middle of online reality/fantasy/first person shooters, racers and boxers!
Playing Super Mario Bros or Duck Hunt on the original Nintendo was the highlight of my day! I had so much fun jumping up off the footstool (that's what we sat on while we played because the cord for the controllers wouldn't reach the couch) and leaning left or right when I was trying to get Mario to run or go down a tube. I could play for hours! Then the Sega Genesis came out. I was the master of Sonic the Hedgehog. Still am. It surprises my kids, but I've still got my old school abilities (on old school games).
It wasn't long after I beat Sonic that I started to lose interest in video games. Maybe it was my age and the social expectations of preteen girls in the early 90s. I don't know. I do know that going to the local arcade wasn't nearly as much fun as a teenager as it was when I was a little kid. Even less amusing as I got older. It surely wasn't something that I respected as an actual hobby held by adults.
Then I married my husband. I soon realized that his video game consumption was much more than I anticipated. Much more than I thought was normal, and SO MUCH more than I wanted to deal with. After all, video games are for kids, right? They're boring (to me), they have no bearing on real life (like a good book might) and they're....well, they're disgustingly time consuming (to me)!
We've been married for 11 years now and sometimes I still want to pick up the X-BOX and throw it through a window. But I don't, because I have more self control than that. Seriously though, I might be willing to give you my address and ask you to come steal it while we're out of the house one day. I kid, I kid.
Truthfully, I've come to appreciate the X-BOX, the cost of the expensive games and the yearly membership fee to make sure that his clan doesn't miss him during some super important Zombie match. Honestly. No sarcasm, no artificial mumbo jumbo.
My husband goes to work, earns an honest dollar and spends almost every free minute of his time at home with his family. He rarely goes out, and when he does it's because someone ordered a pay per view fight or there's an after hours poker game. He never leaves us at home to frequent the local titty bars. He doesn't go looking for trouble with degenerate men. No, he stays home and kills people instead.
It sounds ridiculous in my head, so I'm sure it'll be great written out, but I enjoy watching him dominate the other players in some weird sociological hunter gatherer kind of way. Whatever game he is playing, whether it's a round of match play on Tiger, a complete blow out on Madden (as it often is), or a tournament of terrorist killing, I LOVE watching him shame the competition under the table!
In some weird way, watching him crush the other players instills a sense acknowledgment of his profound ability. I imagine the feeling is similar to our ancient relatives who sought after a mate who was big and strong, a skilled hunter and provider.
He's a total geek. But when it comes to Call of Duty, he's like Christopher Columbus, conquering and killing all that stand in his way to take home the German and Al Qaeda flags of defeat. Only without all the slavery and disease, cause Christopher Columbus wasn't nearly as cool as he's made out to be...but that's a post for another day.
Video games are prolific. They're on your phone, your iPod, your t.v....literally, there is a channel on Directv that has games you can play with your remote! We've moved beyond the hand held poker games, traversed far beyond the ancient joysticks from the time of Atari and landed smack dab in the middle of online reality/fantasy/first person shooters, racers and boxers!
Playing Super Mario Bros or Duck Hunt on the original Nintendo was the highlight of my day! I had so much fun jumping up off the footstool (that's what we sat on while we played because the cord for the controllers wouldn't reach the couch) and leaning left or right when I was trying to get Mario to run or go down a tube. I could play for hours! Then the Sega Genesis came out. I was the master of Sonic the Hedgehog. Still am. It surprises my kids, but I've still got my old school abilities (on old school games).
It wasn't long after I beat Sonic that I started to lose interest in video games. Maybe it was my age and the social expectations of preteen girls in the early 90s. I don't know. I do know that going to the local arcade wasn't nearly as much fun as a teenager as it was when I was a little kid. Even less amusing as I got older. It surely wasn't something that I respected as an actual hobby held by adults.
Then I married my husband. I soon realized that his video game consumption was much more than I anticipated. Much more than I thought was normal, and SO MUCH more than I wanted to deal with. After all, video games are for kids, right? They're boring (to me), they have no bearing on real life (like a good book might) and they're....well, they're disgustingly time consuming (to me)!
We've been married for 11 years now and sometimes I still want to pick up the X-BOX and throw it through a window. But I don't, because I have more self control than that. Seriously though, I might be willing to give you my address and ask you to come steal it while we're out of the house one day. I kid, I kid.
Truthfully, I've come to appreciate the X-BOX, the cost of the expensive games and the yearly membership fee to make sure that his clan doesn't miss him during some super important Zombie match. Honestly. No sarcasm, no artificial mumbo jumbo.
My husband goes to work, earns an honest dollar and spends almost every free minute of his time at home with his family. He rarely goes out, and when he does it's because someone ordered a pay per view fight or there's an after hours poker game. He never leaves us at home to frequent the local titty bars. He doesn't go looking for trouble with degenerate men. No, he stays home and kills people instead.
It sounds ridiculous in my head, so I'm sure it'll be great written out, but I enjoy watching him dominate the other players in some weird sociological hunter gatherer kind of way. Whatever game he is playing, whether it's a round of match play on Tiger, a complete blow out on Madden (as it often is), or a tournament of terrorist killing, I LOVE watching him shame the competition under the table!
In some weird way, watching him crush the other players instills a sense acknowledgment of his profound ability. I imagine the feeling is similar to our ancient relatives who sought after a mate who was big and strong, a skilled hunter and provider.
He's a total geek. But when it comes to Call of Duty, he's like Christopher Columbus, conquering and killing all that stand in his way to take home the German and Al Qaeda flags of defeat. Only without all the slavery and disease, cause Christopher Columbus wasn't nearly as cool as he's made out to be...but that's a post for another day.
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