OK OK I get that there is a rule about not holding your cell phone while having a conversation when you are driving in CT. I've seen the 'driver handheld use of cellphones is prohibited' flashing signs that they've put on the side of roads, highway overpasses, and traffic alert signs. I get it. But for the record I am quite distracted having to read those signs, so are all those people prone to text and drive. You might want to rethink your safety strategy. I don't agree with the whole no cell phone thing but...no one asked me.
One horrible thing that is a byproduct of this new legislation- people walking around with those over the ear Bluetooth things. Unless you are actively engaged in a phone call, please take it off. Walking around with it on all day makes you look like an idiot. Seriously? Come on now. The president of the United States isn't going to be calling you about an urgent matter of national security any time soon. You're not going to be called in to perform an emergency heart surgery, and last I checked, you aren't a member of an organ transplant team.
Stop with the grandiose view of yourself and take the ear piece off please. None of us are fooled.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Pardon me sir, your Christmas lights are on.
Not to put too fine a point on it, but why are your Christmas lights still on? AND LIT? It's March 2nd. I can see not taking them down after the record breaking snow and ice we've had this year but to still have them lit? Including in the morning? I think you may be pushing the limits of this holiday thing a little. That Easter merchandise you see in stores right now? That's a subtle hint. Please stop ignoring it.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
I hate birthdays
I used to love my birthday! It came a couple of months after Christmas when the newness of all those gifts had worn off. A day all about me where everything centers around me the whole time? Yes please! I mean really... how many times a year is that going to happen? ONE.
Than my mom died. Now I hate birthdays. It's impossible to celebrate a birthday when the person who birthed you is no longer around. It's impossible not to have that fact stare at you right in the face all.day.long. While birthdays conjure up images of cakes, parties, and presents for most people... for me it's just a day or sadness and tears.
My birthday is also this huge neon flashing number to me. Showing me exactly how close I am to the age that she died. And let me tell you, it's not a good feeling at all. My mom died at 57, her mom died at 54. I remember her mentioning how when she turned 54 she went to her mother's grave on her birthday and stood there, thinking she was grateful that she had made it that far, but knowing she wasn't likely to live long.
In my teenage mind it wasn't a huge thing. Of course my mom was going to live a long time. Silly her for overreacting and 'celebrating' her birthday with a trip to the cemetery. I thought it was strange. How little I knew. Now that's me, except I do it already, I didn't wait until my 50's. So I guess that makes me worse.
Her passing away all those years ago sure did open up my eyes. Now it's impossible for me to have a birthday without doing the reverse math, and knowing exactly how long I'm scheduled to be on this Earth. I already go to the cemetary and think about how I'm another year closer to dying. I've tried it all. Trying to be in the moment, be present, focus only on the positive, to tell myself that I life healthier then she did and that will make me live longer. So many things. The fact that I generally eat well means nothing on my birthday, nor does the fact I quit smoking and might have cut down my cancer risk that way. None of it matters when it's something so painful and raw staring at me in the face. Because 99% of me is convinced none of those changes matter. That with faulty genes like these, I'm destined to die long before retirement age.
I already got teary today, trying to explain to a coworker why I was asking her to please not bring in any edible goodies for my birthday. She is sweet to celebrate everyone and treat us all to cupcakes. But it always ends up with me in tears in the bathroom.
Can we please just fast forward past my birthday? I'll gladly give up all cake and presents if it means skipping this day every year.
Than my mom died. Now I hate birthdays. It's impossible to celebrate a birthday when the person who birthed you is no longer around. It's impossible not to have that fact stare at you right in the face all.day.long. While birthdays conjure up images of cakes, parties, and presents for most people... for me it's just a day or sadness and tears.
My birthday is also this huge neon flashing number to me. Showing me exactly how close I am to the age that she died. And let me tell you, it's not a good feeling at all. My mom died at 57, her mom died at 54. I remember her mentioning how when she turned 54 she went to her mother's grave on her birthday and stood there, thinking she was grateful that she had made it that far, but knowing she wasn't likely to live long.
In my teenage mind it wasn't a huge thing. Of course my mom was going to live a long time. Silly her for overreacting and 'celebrating' her birthday with a trip to the cemetery. I thought it was strange. How little I knew. Now that's me, except I do it already, I didn't wait until my 50's. So I guess that makes me worse.
Her passing away all those years ago sure did open up my eyes. Now it's impossible for me to have a birthday without doing the reverse math, and knowing exactly how long I'm scheduled to be on this Earth. I already go to the cemetary and think about how I'm another year closer to dying. I've tried it all. Trying to be in the moment, be present, focus only on the positive, to tell myself that I life healthier then she did and that will make me live longer. So many things. The fact that I generally eat well means nothing on my birthday, nor does the fact I quit smoking and might have cut down my cancer risk that way. None of it matters when it's something so painful and raw staring at me in the face. Because 99% of me is convinced none of those changes matter. That with faulty genes like these, I'm destined to die long before retirement age.
I already got teary today, trying to explain to a coworker why I was asking her to please not bring in any edible goodies for my birthday. She is sweet to celebrate everyone and treat us all to cupcakes. But it always ends up with me in tears in the bathroom.
Can we please just fast forward past my birthday? I'll gladly give up all cake and presents if it means skipping this day every year.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Ways I'm screwing up my kid Part 1
When CS was about 2.5 or 3 I got the great idea to buy him a custom super hero cape. What a great idea! I found a great seller on Etsy that would make one perfect, a great gift just for him. I could barely contain my excitement while picking out the color, logo, and overall look of it. This was going to be the best surprise ever. A gift that will go down in history. It was going to open up a whole new world of imaginative play for us! No stuffy indoor TV marathons for us, there were crimes to stop and a world to save!
I placed the order and waited with baited breath for it to come. All the while secure in my belief that this was going to be awesome.
The gift gets here. CS opens it at night and seems super excited. I dare say that there was a tear in his eye!
He wakes up very very early the next morning (Saturday) at about 5am. I get into bed with him for a cuddle that I'm praying will lull him back into sleep for at least another few minutes. He turns to me with the cutest most excited look ever and says 'Lets put on my cape so we can fly up on the roof and surprise daddy! He's going to love it!' The look of excitement was one I've never seen on his face. And unfortunately was replaced by massive tears and body shaking sobs when I explained to him that he wouldn't really be able to fly with the cape, and alas there would be no surprising daddy with our roof flying.
He cried. I cried over crushing him. Instead of the amazing morning he and I had pictured in our heads (albeit quite differently), he ended up crying for so long. He was literally crushed and had the worst sobs coming out of him. His little heart was broken. I finally clamed him down and spent the morning running around the backyard with a beach towel around my neck playing super hero. He couldn't fly but I did manage to convince him that the cape made him run 'wicked fast'.
Add this to the list of why my kid is destined to be screwed up as an adult.
Here he is recovered from the trauma and being 'wicked fast' at his birthday photo shoot
I placed the order and waited with baited breath for it to come. All the while secure in my belief that this was going to be awesome.
The gift gets here. CS opens it at night and seems super excited. I dare say that there was a tear in his eye!
He wakes up very very early the next morning (Saturday) at about 5am. I get into bed with him for a cuddle that I'm praying will lull him back into sleep for at least another few minutes. He turns to me with the cutest most excited look ever and says 'Lets put on my cape so we can fly up on the roof and surprise daddy! He's going to love it!' The look of excitement was one I've never seen on his face. And unfortunately was replaced by massive tears and body shaking sobs when I explained to him that he wouldn't really be able to fly with the cape, and alas there would be no surprising daddy with our roof flying.
He cried. I cried over crushing him. Instead of the amazing morning he and I had pictured in our heads (albeit quite differently), he ended up crying for so long. He was literally crushed and had the worst sobs coming out of him. His little heart was broken. I finally clamed him down and spent the morning running around the backyard with a beach towel around my neck playing super hero. He couldn't fly but I did manage to convince him that the cape made him run 'wicked fast'.
Add this to the list of why my kid is destined to be screwed up as an adult.
Here he is recovered from the trauma and being 'wicked fast' at his birthday photo shoot
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