I wanna move to Arizona!
While teetering on the black ice wearing stiletto boots walking in to Wal-Mart to buy the 50% off Valentine's candy for my office I grumbled about the cold, damp, icy conditions of Illinois.
That's all.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Technology Is Creating So Many Issues
This weekend I was behind a van at a stoplight and I could clearly see the movie "Nemo" and I wondered.......what if I rear-ended the van because the movie was at one of my favorite parts and I wasn't paying attention? What would I tell the officer? Wouldn't it be the fault of the car in front of me for playing one of my favorite movies? Does my insurance cover that? Do they now have to write tickets for "following too closely due to moving viewing"? Technology has created so many issues.
Another issue, well not really an issue, but a loss of a freedom - is the fact that we have almost completely lost the ability to prank call someone. I mean....cell phones give the number right there, most home phones now have caller ID, and the internet has the reverse telephone number look-up abilities to give your "victim" all of your contact information and totally gives you up right then and there. I mean.....when I was a kid it was so fun to call random people and tell them that they won a radio contest, or give them a false name and have a funny conversation with them.....all good clean fun really and totally harmless. My kids will never have the ability to do that due to technology and if one night I have too much wine and feel a little silly, I will be unable to do that too.
And another thing.....social networking sites like Facebook have the ability to ruin playing hooky. I mean if you are a student or work and you "call in sick" and then you have friends post pictures of you laying out, having lunch, shopping, OR you update your location from your phone not thinking that someone at work or school will rat you out. Playing hooky occasionally is completely harmless and sometimes is necessary for mental health purposes. If you are going to do this - DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT get online or on your phone for that entire day. When you play hooky from work, school, etc., play hooky from technology that day too.
That's all.....just a few random observations from me.
Another issue, well not really an issue, but a loss of a freedom - is the fact that we have almost completely lost the ability to prank call someone. I mean....cell phones give the number right there, most home phones now have caller ID, and the internet has the reverse telephone number look-up abilities to give your "victim" all of your contact information and totally gives you up right then and there. I mean.....when I was a kid it was so fun to call random people and tell them that they won a radio contest, or give them a false name and have a funny conversation with them.....all good clean fun really and totally harmless. My kids will never have the ability to do that due to technology and if one night I have too much wine and feel a little silly, I will be unable to do that too.
And another thing.....social networking sites like Facebook have the ability to ruin playing hooky. I mean if you are a student or work and you "call in sick" and then you have friends post pictures of you laying out, having lunch, shopping, OR you update your location from your phone not thinking that someone at work or school will rat you out. Playing hooky occasionally is completely harmless and sometimes is necessary for mental health purposes. If you are going to do this - DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT get online or on your phone for that entire day. When you play hooky from work, school, etc., play hooky from technology that day too.
That's all.....just a few random observations from me.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
I'm having one of those days...weeks....months....lives!
I am not feeling like myself lately - I am pale when I want to be tan, I cut all my hair off and I hate it, I colored my hair dark which makes me feel even more pale, I hate my weight and am not close to where I want to be, and I am having one of those blah weeks where I feel like a big blob of blobbiness....if that's not a word, it is now.
Why is it when I am super blessed with so many things that I feel this way? As a wife and mother I find myself sacrificing so many things for the happiness of my husband and children. I mean, I can't remember the last time that someone made me breakfast or that I even had a pizza with the toppings I like! In addition to that I work full-time and am helping others all day long - I walked into the office the other day only to hear "Angela, when you get a chance I need your help", "Angela, when you have a chance I need to see you", "Angela, I need you to update this document for my meeting in 5 minutes"......I hadn't even taken my coat off! That is my life and I think after awhile I get lost in all of it and lose my true sense of self. When I finally take the time to look I am not happy with who I am.
As wives, mothers, daughters, sisters, friends, etc. we cannot forget to take care of ourselves. I know what I need to do to make myself feel better - continue working out with my friend in the morning, eat well, my hair will grow, a little sunshine (and tan towels) will help give me a little color, and when we order pizza I am going to fight for the canadian bacon, green pepper, and mushroom toppings that I like......I don't like sausage and onion. And when I walk into work I will take my coat off, sit at my desk and get ready for my day, and everyone else's "emergencies" will have to wait a second because in order to be the best person I can be I need to take a moment to myself.
Why is it when I am super blessed with so many things that I feel this way? As a wife and mother I find myself sacrificing so many things for the happiness of my husband and children. I mean, I can't remember the last time that someone made me breakfast or that I even had a pizza with the toppings I like! In addition to that I work full-time and am helping others all day long - I walked into the office the other day only to hear "Angela, when you get a chance I need your help", "Angela, when you have a chance I need to see you", "Angela, I need you to update this document for my meeting in 5 minutes"......I hadn't even taken my coat off! That is my life and I think after awhile I get lost in all of it and lose my true sense of self. When I finally take the time to look I am not happy with who I am.
As wives, mothers, daughters, sisters, friends, etc. we cannot forget to take care of ourselves. I know what I need to do to make myself feel better - continue working out with my friend in the morning, eat well, my hair will grow, a little sunshine (and tan towels) will help give me a little color, and when we order pizza I am going to fight for the canadian bacon, green pepper, and mushroom toppings that I like......I don't like sausage and onion. And when I walk into work I will take my coat off, sit at my desk and get ready for my day, and everyone else's "emergencies" will have to wait a second because in order to be the best person I can be I need to take a moment to myself.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
I am obviously terrible at keeping up with my blog!
I have nothing else to say, but that I have failed at blogging.....I get a big fat F in blogging......I cannot claim to have a blog as I don't tend to it like I should.......I should be ashamed of myself! Eh, I'm not gonna beat myself up over this, obviously I am super busy with family, work, life, that I just never have time to blog! But that doesn't mean that I don't enjoy it. I enjoy putting my thoughts out there for complete strangers to judge analyze ridicule read.....I've said it before and I'll say it again, it's cheap therapy!
I'm here today with no promises tomorrow....but I will leave you with the last 7 months of blog topics I've thought of posting:
I'm here today with no promises tomorrow....but I will leave you with the last 7 months of blog topics I've thought of posting:
- Things that June Cleaver wanted to say but never did.
- Please stop touching that.
- Please stop picking that.
- Please stop itching there in public.
- STREAKS STREAKS STREAKS - one females journey in doing laundry for the three males in her home.
- I'm going to lose it right here in the middle of a superstore.
- The Battle of the Bulge - blood, sweat, and tears - the war continues.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Jock Straps and Tackle Boxes
I have to laugh being the only girl in a male-dominated household - there are many first for me on a daily basis and there are a lot of things that just make me scratch my head.
Here is an actual conversation between my husband and I yesterday -
DH: Oops, I forgot to stop by the store and pick up a jock strap for Logan.
Me: Do you want me to do that on my way home from work?
DH: Can you please?
(long pause)
Me: What do I look for? I've never had to buy one of these before!
First time buying one of those, certainly not the last! And the even more funny story comes from our 9 year old son trying one on the first time! Let me just say we were all giggling and it was a hilarious family moment!
On the same day as this whole jock strap experience, me, the mother to boys that I don't completely understand why they do the things they do, or smell the way they smell (ha!) was cleaning the bathroom when I found a small tackle box in the magazine rack next to the toilet. Really? A tackle box? I guess that's just good time management on my sons part, but just another thing that baffles my female mind.
Boys are so fun and I enjoy being the princess of the house.......sometimes!
Here is an actual conversation between my husband and I yesterday -
DH: Oops, I forgot to stop by the store and pick up a jock strap for Logan.
Me: Do you want me to do that on my way home from work?
DH: Can you please?
(long pause)
Me: What do I look for? I've never had to buy one of these before!
First time buying one of those, certainly not the last! And the even more funny story comes from our 9 year old son trying one on the first time! Let me just say we were all giggling and it was a hilarious family moment!
On the same day as this whole jock strap experience, me, the mother to boys that I don't completely understand why they do the things they do, or smell the way they smell (ha!) was cleaning the bathroom when I found a small tackle box in the magazine rack next to the toilet. Really? A tackle box? I guess that's just good time management on my sons part, but just another thing that baffles my female mind.
Boys are so fun and I enjoy being the princess of the house.......sometimes!
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