Ranting Mommy on January 28th, 2010

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WOW, I feel eminently unqualified to answer this question. So I am going to go with the first thing that popped in my head.

 

SLEEP. When I am rested, I do not have bags under my eyes. When I am rested, my hair and skin seem to look healthier. When I am rested, my attitude is exponentially better .. and you know what they say: 'Pretty is as pretty does'. Or something like that.

Runner ups:

  1. Lip balm
  2. Mascara
  3. Sex

Not necessarily in that order.

So, what about you? Let's hear it. C'mon .. don't lurk and run. Tell me what you think!

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Ranting Mommy on January 27th, 2010

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A rare, but sweet moment between siblings.

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Ranting Mommy on January 22nd, 2010

(NOTE: this is a continuing series of posts that have me reflecting on the past year. In case you have missed them, look here, here, here, & here. Go on, catch up .. I’ll wait here. *taps pencil*)

MAY

Ahhhhh… sweet May. It is beautiful here in May. I love May and it loves me.

So, it seems perfectly logical that May 2009 was when I started my little ol’ blog. Oh, the memories. I have been asked before why I started a blog. I’m not really sure that I can answer that any better than, “I don’t know…seemed like something to do.” In truth, I have loved doing it. It is a great outlet, a great social connector, and a challenge for me.

As I look back at that first month, I am still shocked that I posted 7 times. Whaaaaattttt??? Sometimes I feel like I can’t even get out one post per week, so I try to remind myself of that little statistic. Of course, following that flurry of blogging (HAR!) I then got so obsessed about all the little widgets, plug-ins, design templates, blah blah blah, that finding the time and focus to actually POST something was … errrr … challenging.

Anyhoo, during that first month I blogged about all things close to my heart: crazy politics, the perils of being green, rants about panties, a self-righteous beauty pageant queen, ignorant people, & smoking.  In fact, my last post of my inaugural month was about why I blog. Now, almost a year later, the reasons haven’t really changed. Actually, the one thing I would add is that I have come to really appreciate and want to hear what YOU have to say or think. Not for the ego stroke (though I have nothing against stroking), but I love the sense of community that comes with the discussions on blogs.

On a different note, I closed my May 2009 attending a wedding .. where I fretted for months before because I THOUGHT that an ex was going to be at the wedding. An ex that I maybe possibly sorta kind of a little bit talked to since I’ve been married. But, thankfully, he wasn’t. *whew*

(btw, I cut off all communication with him after I sweated out that weekend. *pats self on back* *then kicks self in ass for even talking to him*)

Does that mean I can chalk up May 2009 and starting AND ending well??

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Ranting Mommy on January 21st, 2010

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I, freak that I am, have multiple pet peeves. I will try to refrain from listing EVERY one here .. mostly ‘cuz I want to leave a little space on my blog to write about .. ummmm .. some other occasional topic.

The majority of my pet peeves are of the poor manners/ignorant social mores – type.

  1. Smacking gum, chewing gum, pretty much anything involving gum. C’mon. You look like a cow chewing cud. That is bad enough, but then you have to smack it? Pop it? Suck it through your teeth? Really? Of what purpose does gum serve? I mean if your breath stinks, eat a damn Tic-Tac. This pet peeve is increased 1000% if said gum abuser is a woman. Fewer things are more un-sexy on a woman than a gum-smacker. You might as well pick your nose and eat it. Seriously. Spit the gum out.
  2. Then there is talking with food in your mouth.  Is what you have to say soooooooo important that you can’t wait 5.6 seconds and eat that bite of cheeseburger BEFORE you tell me about what happened at work last night? Why don’t you just spit it out and hand it to me? That would be about the same level of rudeness. Here’s an idea: Eat. Then talk. It’s really pretty simple.
  3. People who get in an elevator (or bus or train or cab) BEFORE others get out. Newsflash: you are RUDE. Is it not common sense to you that you should let people out of a small enclosed place before you add your selfish ass to said place? Really? These are the people I elbow as I’m getting off the train/bus/cab/elevator. You have been warned.
  4. People who suck that nasty snot in the back of your throat DOWN instead of blowing it out. I don’t want to hear any excuses. It’s nasty. Spit it out, suck it out, whatever. But swallow it? G.R.O.S.S.
  5. People who talk out loud in the movie theatre .. during the movie. Seriously, STFU. We are not in your god damn living room. How is this any different than walking up to someone in the middle of a conversation and just talking .. out loud .. about whatever you want to talk about .. but not TO them? In fact, that might be less rude because at least you could start your conversation over or repeat what was just said. In the movies, I can’t push ‘rewind’ on my TiVO and hear what the main character just whispered to the gullible supporting character about the secret plot to destroy the world. Moreover, who gives a shit if you figured out the plot? Do us all a favor, rent ALL movies you wish to see from now on, then you can talk whenever you like. You are ruining the movies for the rest of us. And .. yes, I AM one of those people who will shush you in a heartbeat if you talk .. even during the previews.
  6. People who shuffle their feet. I mean, really, can you get any lazier? How hard can it be to pick your feet up a 1/4 inch? How do these people not go through 5 pairs of shoes a month? You would think all that shuffling would wear their shoes out, right? PICK.YOUR.FEET.UP. That is all.
  7. People who wait in line for 15 minutes to order food and then get to the front of the line and take 5 more minutes studying the menu before they finally order. ARRRGGGHHHHH. The sign didn’t move. It was there the whole time. I looked at it. I picked out what I wanted. In fact, I knew what I wanted before I even walked in this place. By the way, what the hell were you DOING while you were standing in line? Updating your Facebook status? How about you put this on your status: ‘at McDonald’s. can’t decide what to eat, but don’t want to look at the menu ‘cuz i’m stupid. lol.’
  8. People who don’t give a mandatory ‘thank-you wave’ when I let them into traffic. I want to ram my car in to them. I’m from the South, we pride ourselves on our mannerly ways. If I let you out in traffic, you OWE me a wave. It’s in the book of rules. I mean, I was being polite and how do you return the favor? By pulling out in front of me and then ignoring me? These people get the one-finger salute and they screw it up for every other person on my commute who I WOULD have let out in traffic, but now I’m a rambling, screaming mess .. yelling at folks, cutting them off. Politeness goes a long way toward killing road rage, IMHO.

Some of my other pet peeves involve my grammarphobe tendencies:

  1. The word ‘irregardless’ .. or more specifically, the ‘not-a-word’ word irregardless. I cannot let that one go when I hear someone say it. Can’t do it. I have tried. I nearly had an aneurysm. I.MUST.CORRECT.THIS.
  2. People who say “On tomorrow, we are going to ….” GAH!
  3. Folks who wouldn’t know an adverb if they tripped over it and stubbed their toe. When I hear someone say, “She was walking so slow…”, I can be heard shouting “ly”! I know. I am obnoxious. When Apple ran an ad campaign years back with the tagline “Think different”, it drove me absolutely nuts. I sounded like some crazy drunk homeless person shouting out “LY!” at the television every time the ad came on. I even took to writing ‘ly’ at at the end of the tagline when I saw an Apple print ad in a magazine or newspaper. True story.

Ok, I’ll stop there. Tell me your thoughts? What did I miss?

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Ranting Mommy on January 20th, 2010

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Congratulations Mr. President on your first year in office!

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Ranting Mommy on January 19th, 2010

Wow. April 2009. Memorable.

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The month started with a wild ‘n crazy trip with a girlfriend of mine. You might remember I had my worst parent fail EVAH while planning said trip. Anyhoo, here is the skinny on the girl’s weekend.

You also may remember that we decided to go to the Caribbean, ultimately settling on the Bahamas. We got a swanky little room in a swanky hotel with swanky (and skanky) people all around. We put on our cute little swimsuits with our matching cover ups and strutted down to the pool. We had decided to take it easy the first day. Our philosophy was why have a hangover after only one day, right? So we ate, we drank, we swam, we oogled. We were happy as little clams.

Day 2, we decided to walk around the property a little. (incidentally, we saw Adrian Brody on this canvas. He is cuter in person, btw.) We had a few drinks and then went to the pool. The pool at said swanky hotel was full of beautiful people. Some were beautiful, plastic people. We busied ourselves giggling at the scene. There was a group of women who appeared to have *ahem* spent *ahem* lots of time at the plastic surgeon’s office. They came to the pool in Jimmy Choo’s, carrying Prada bags, and wearing Cartier sunglasses. They took off their shoes, jumped in the pool (while being very careful not to get their hairs wet), and CARRIED their shoes over to the lounging deck. Then, of course, put their Jimmy Choo’s back on while they tanned on the lounging deck. Good times.

Anyhoo, we began to watch as various men tried to get in on their party. Several were successful .. for awhile. Then said Barbies kicked them off the platform – telling them their husbands/boyfriends/pimps *cough* would be upset if they saw them *cough* cavorting. Several of these rejects gentlemen (actually it was two brothers) had bought said girls a pitcher of mojitos. What a sad state .. to see these guys – rejected by the plastic – carrying their untouched pitcher of beautiful mojitos across the pool on their walk of shame.

We couldn’t resist saying something to the guys. Not something mean! Rather, something in sympathy. Fast forward about 7 minutes. Said rejects gave US that pitcher. Yes .. we were second runner-ups. No … we did not care. In all actuality, we only drank one drink each and the pitcher went to waste. Reasonable vacation sobriety still in tact.

Day 3, we had a late breakfast and were at the pool by 11:00. Here is the lowdown on the following 5 hours:

  • we began drinking as soon as we got there;
  • we shamelessly flirted with said guys;
  • said guys bought drinks;
  • said girls (that would be us, not the Barbies) decided to forgo lunch and …. drink;
  • this said girl, who left home with a slight stomach bug, did the UNTHINKABLE. Shots. I don’t do shots. Ever. There was a time, but my liver is not forgiving of my shot intake anymore, thus NO SHOTS FOR ME. Unless you are having a girl’s weekend, in the Caribbean, and trying to relive your youth;
  • ME = pass out;
  • ME = had to go the ER.

That’s right. My sterling record of partying within reason while vacationing SHOT.TO.HELL. *sigh* Everything turned out fine. It was a combination of stomach bug, no lunch, too much sun, and my liver telling me to go to hell.

NEVER was I so happy to get home. The rest of April, I am happy to report brought much more low key activities. It involved a LOT of quiet nights at home. No alcohol involved. Good times.

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Ranting Mommy on January 14th, 2010

Ahhhh.. a trick question from the ladies today!

Yes. I had to tick through all kinds of body parts before I stopped cringing. Nose? Ewwww. Ears? Those tiny little things? Arms? Fighting against father time, but hanging in there. Legs? Used to be one of my favorites, now, not so much. Abs? See last note. Butt? Not as much as much husband does! Feet? Ummm… no. Hands? Appreciated, but …. errrr.. not even close.

So, I pick … (drumroll)

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My brain. Yep. That’s right. It continues to improve over the ages. It serves me well when other body parts fail me. It is BY FAR the sexiest body part on a man or woman.

So, there you have it. Brainiacs UNITE!!! wOOt!

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Ranting Mommy on January 13th, 2010

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Haiti 1/12/10

PLEASE HELP. They desperately need help and prayers.

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Ranting Mommy on January 10th, 2010

(Note: This is a series of posts reflecting on my 2009. Yes, they are self-referential. If that bores you, oooppps. If not, read more here and here.)

MARCH

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So March of 2009 was quite interesting. Here is a list of a few happenings:

  • I had a birthday (no, I won’t tell you which one. Stop being nosy). I had a smashing time. We threw a big party at a local tapas place. Copious amounts of food and sangria were consumed. Maybe, just maybe, I will post a photo of it one day. Good times.
  • My son had a birthday (remember .. the one I almost forgot?).
  • I wandered off the reservation for a bit (I’ll let you ponder that one for awhile).
  • I joined Twitter.
  • I first began thinking about writing a blog.
  • I discovered porridge. This is NOT a euphemism. I really did discover porridge. It’s yummy.
  • My mother-in-law and I had our first real disagreement. Nothing catastrophic. I just remember it because it was the only time we have really disagreed on something meaningful.

Eventful, huh?

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Ranting Mommy on January 9th, 2010

(NOTE: this is a series of posts where I reflect on my 2009. See others here.)

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FEBRUARY


Much of my February 2009 was spent planning a trip. Not just any trip. A girl’s weekend. Something I had not had since before I got married and had kids. (READ: waaaaaayyyy overdue). There was so much planning to do:

Where to go? Warm weather spot or cold weather spot?

A quiet retreat or a drunk-fest party spot?

East Coast or West Coast? US or international?

Planning planning planning. I spent night and day checking out articles, surfing the websites of various resorts/hotels/cities. I REPEATEDLY did searches for airline tickets and/or hotels looking at the last weekend in March. We flip flopped between going skiing and going to the Caribbean. We ultimately decided on the Caribbean. We live in different cities, so there was the coordination of flights, layovers, etc. Then there was the loooonnnnggg process of choosing a spot. Texts were exchanged, emails traded, late night phone calls all giddy with excitement. We chose a spot. We talked through a budget. We were ready to book!

The next morning, while driving to the store, I slammed on my brakes!!! WAIT.JUST.ONE.MINUTE. I have been planning this for 3 weeks. I typed in the dates at least 200 times. The Sunday of our trip? My son’s FIRST BIRTHDAY.

Major parent FAIL.

We DID manage to change the weekend, which turned out to be crazier than I ever imagined. THAT post comes soon.

See how fun it is to read about my reflections? No, oh well. I’ll try again tomorrow.

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