Monday, June 28, 2010

Baby's Daddy

I write about how much I love my ball and chain.  There are too many reasons, I know. I'm lucky. I was once the luckiest girl in the world. 

That was until our baby girl came about.  Now she wears the Luckiest Girl crown.

She loves her Daddy, who wouldn't. He's the first person she asks for in the morning and the last person she wants to kiss before she goes to be bed.  Sure, sometimes when she is calling out for her daddy it sounds a wee bit like beckoning (slash severe orders from a cranky drill Sargent). You can see it in every look she gives him. 

They are alike in so many ways. Not just the fact that she looks like him.  If he were an albino, blue eyed, blond hair, adorable little girl.  They are both hilarious, smart, cleaners (she puts her clothes in the hamper, with out fail), kind... just incredible people.  And L is just getting started.  Maybe I am the luckiest girl in the world, after all. I get them both. 

I just hope she doesn't get my procrastination, because this my friends was my Happy Father's Day post.

Think about it.

Daddy & L
Yeah she does.
First Father's Day - June 2008
Twinny TWIN Twins

Friday, June 25, 2010

She's Nothing but Honest

A friend wrote me today commenting on how homegirl is adorable... but she sure does have a naughty look.

Does she ever! Last night - while taking a bath is a perfect example.  L is SUPER independent. She has to do everything herself.  In theory I am a proud mama bear she has this in her spirit - don't get me wrong - but sometimes  mostly it slows down the whole process of what you are trying to do. She likes to wash her own hair - basically we let her futz around and then we tell her we get a  turn. Getting shit done and teaching sharing all at the same time, you can send me your #1 Mother award now.  Really, I'd rather not have a turn but it's that or soap scum hair.  She wouldn't start washing her hair and she wasn't listening - at a certain point in the discussion...

Side note: yes we had a discussion. Don't judge. You try forcing her to do anything.  Go ahead, try it.  It will be mayhem for the rest of the night - unless of course you are Nana Lu.  Her solution involves bribery - currency tic tacs.  My strategy is it is best to just let her think she is in control of her own destiny, when in fact you are really manipulating the situating (insert evil laugh).

Back to tub time,  "L, listen, if you don't wash your hair I'm going to have to do it, OK?" She looks up - dead serious and says... "Mama. I not listening. OK?"

Me, in my head, "No shit."
Me, in reality, "Yeah, I know you aren't listening. Why? We have to get going here, it's getting late."

L "Yeah. I don't know. I no listening. OK. I'm a good girl, but don't want to listen right now." 

Totally seriously. Totally matter of fact. I totally bust out laughing, which tic tac pusher, Nana Lu would frown over.

Naughty girl, indeed.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Painters Block

Years ago we bought an outside table.  In my head I had glorious ideas for it. I was going to paint them funky colors, they were going to mismatch but match and I'd be getting fun pillows for them. Grand ideas. 

As many of my grand ideas go, they stay put - and keep each other company going nowhere.  Another HUGE majority of my grand ideas almost get somewhere but I miss the mark. 

Enter my most recent adventure of making things happen.  I finally got up the motivation to pick colors for table and two chairs. I went to several stores and after hours of looking at different combinations a combination came to me - that I couldn't quite put my finger on. It was totally not what I was thinking, but it seemed to "go" together and I thought I'd just try it out. About half way through I realized why it "went" together. 

The freaking primary wheel chart got me again. 

I need to change something - I would prefer to change ONE color but would do all. If I really needed to. Keep in mind this is an outside table so it's not the end of the world but I hate it.  All I can see is the color wheel. No wonder it "went." 

I do not want it all one color (don't now why - I just don't). If I make the blue chair yellow - we're talking Golden Arches here - I could make the yellow chair blue? But should I do that? I need help. Help a sister out.

I should have put it out to a vote before - but now I need some advice. One of these things just don't below

Tuesday, June 15, 2010


I send emails with that subject line on occasion. I send long emails (on occasion) and that's the only way I can get the action that is required. My second go to is to put an outrageous subject line to prompt the person to at least open the email. Sometimes I feign my own fertilization.

In other news - I am trying to pull this blog together add some bells & whistles and such. I'm also trying to beef up my 'best of section.'  Have a suggestion - what made you giggle? What made you say, Damn Girl. What evoked some kind of reaction that maybe even... MAYBE had you thinking if ONLY I could get the courage to leave a comment. AH HEM. Comment DAMN IT. Alternatively email me, call me, text me, skype me, FB or in 140 break it down.  Surprise me, won't you?

Monday, June 14, 2010

Crisis of Faith

Transparency is a funny thing. I'm fine being transparent - or so I would like to think so. There are times though, where I come to a cross roads and I'm not entirely sure. Enter in Facebook privacy controls.

Here's the background. I've been blogging for 3 years, on Facebook for at least 2 years? Not sure - but before that I think I was on Friendster and even MySpace. Remember those crazy bastards? Anyway - I didn't put it all out there, but mostly.  I don't know that I censored. If I did, I didn't notice as much as I notice now. 

I feel the censoring, in everything I put out there - for better or worse. Sometimes (most times) I don't filter what I say live - so it's partly surreal.  You have to give me credit, well I guess you don’t have to but I certainly give myself credit.  It’s a better idea to do that then go balls to the wall and run my mouth on the wacky world wide web to live forever.  

My principles are being tested and my opinions on this subject may not be where you are, but I’m here.  There could be a few schools of thought on this – I’m many things; including an extremist we’ll go with two.
  • Be authentic – be who you are. Own it. The good, the bad, the ugly. FTW.  If you aren’t at your best, it’s you so be you.
  • Be representative – you are who you are associated with. Be mindful. Who you are is connected to those around you – be it family, friends, associations, involvement, organizations you work with or work for, companies, etc. Be your best self.
One might say there is a middle ground, but I don’t want to play in gray here.

My heart says FTW but my head sometimes says to be my best(ish) self.  I usually go with my heart 9 times out of 10 but I think about it more lately.  Speaking from the heart, here it goes.

Take for example Facebook.  It rocks my world. I am probably hidden by most people, I can be an over poster, but I try to check myself (being my best (ish) self) but sometimes my inner tourettes has got to get out. Plus I can be clever sometimes and I need to share. My kid says goofy things and I need to share. My luck sucks wind and I need to share.  I freaking love comments back (ah um, comments on the blog rock much more, ahh UM) and all the back and forth. Frankly, it helps stay in touch and is single-handedly putting the phrase “What’s new?” into retirement. And helps to cut down on unnecessary phone calls or calls you don’t have time for because you know what’s up.  I think this last fact here is the reason why those who hate it, hate it most – but it’s one of my favorite parts.  True story. I’ll defend why on another day.

Side note:  I hate “what’s new?” … and yes I recognize if we do talk I’m a user of what’s new. It’s mostly my filler while I think of a specific question. Busted. Transparent. Balls to wall.

Now due to my over posting tendencies and over sharing addiction I was hesitant to share my account and open the door to people I know through my full time job.  I kept my maiden name as my profile name to avoid being ‘found.'

Side note: I wasn’t really ‘known’ by my married name at this point so that was kind of doofy. 

I didn’t approve friendship requests and when I did there were more privacy restrictions on my account it would have been easier to hack into the mainframe of … well something well protected.  And I would over complicate it so much, then I would protect things in a way I didn't even intend. I can't win.  Finally, I opened the floodgates.  It turns out many of my very best friends I met through work, so why segregate? The need to censor - beyond what I (sometimes) remember to do knowing family is watching - the blurring lines.  It has become clear that this whole facebook and twitter is not a fad and we were starting to incorporate it in our communication, customer service and marketing efforts.  In terms of blogging I mean if you want to know something about me or my life, use the search box. You'll get more than a chit chat session.   This is where the voice in my head starts to talk a little louder. I can't help it though, "the heart wants what the heart wants."

Recently I’ve wholeheartedly adopted my FTW embrace. Maybe the fact that I just quoted a man in love with his daughter should prove something to me, but this is who I am. I could curse less. I could be more half glass full type of girl - but would I be me? I'm struggling. As the lines of professional and personal lives officially blur what's a girl to do?

What do you do?
Is this thing on?

Monday, June 7, 2010

June 2010

Gah. SO little time to do the upkeep of writing so more on that soon - but while you wait. Think elevator music and a visual as to what we've been up to.
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