Monday, March 10, 2014
But today, for your amusement, read below a Q&A session with The Tweedles about how well they know me. And honestly, they're not too far off on most of these. Enjoy!
1. What is something I always say to you?
Bunny: I love you.
Bug: I love you.
2. What makes me happy?
Bunny: When I don't mess around when I'm doing my chores.
Bug: Playing outside with us.
3. What makes me sad?
Bunny: When I yell at you and say mean things about you.
Bug: Maybe when we don't win the lottery.
4. How do I make you laugh?
Bug: Funny Faces
5. What was I like as a child?
6. How old am I?
Bug: Yeah, this is hard - 25?
7. How tall am I?
Bunny: Really tall - like 5 or 6 feet tall.
Bug: Okay that's more harder - 25"
8. What is my favorite thing to do?
Bunny: Read books and play.
Bug: Read- that one's not even hard.
9. What do I do when you're not around?
Bunny: Read and work.
10. If I becomes famous, what will it be for?
Bunny: For making a book.
11. What am I really good at?
Bunny: Reading! That was easy!
12. What am I not very good at?
Bunny: Hmm.. Basketball.
Bug: Hmm.. let's see here - running.
13. What do I do for my job?
Bug: Work so you can get money.
14. What is my favorite food?
Bunny: Kit Kats
Bug: Deer meat.
15. What makes you proud of me?
Bunny: When you say I love you.
Bug: When you get $100 from your work.
16. If I was a cartoon character, who would I be?
Bunny: Wendy from Peter Pan
17. What do you and I like to do together?
Bunny: Snuggle, read, play.
Bug: Can you give me a hint? Hmm - Snuggle!
18. How are we the same?
Bunny: We both have blue eyes and we both like painting our nails and we both have blond hair.
Bug: We both get goosebumps.
19. How are we different?
Bunny: You're taller than me and get to do bigger things.
Bug: You jog and I run.
20. How do you know I love you?
Bunny: Because normally you just say it and hug me and do nice things.
Bug: Because you give me kisses.
21. Where is my favorite place to go?
Bunny: Ooooh.. the Farm!
Bug: Easy - The Farm!
Friday, March 7, 2014
Field trip t-shirt? Check.
Sun block? Curious George Pink - because pink is cool mom - Flip flops? Packed lunch with store bought ham sandwich because they're way better than homemade? Check. Check. Check.
It's just another day at the beach for this kid.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
I found these:
Printed them up, cut them out and taped (yes, you read that right, don't judge me, I had 45 minutes!) them to their red shirts.
I don't think it came out too badly. What do you think?
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
He wasn't too thrilled about me taking this first day photo,
but I won him over with my charm. :)
I know he'll be amazing today and knock their socks off reassuring them they've hired the right man for the job. He'll have to, because I think we have plans for his first 6 or 7 paychecks already! Good luck baby! No pressure!
Friday, February 8, 2013
Here's a few things I know.
I know that if money were no object, The Hubs would SCUBA dive every day for the rest of his life and be a very happy man.
I know that because money is important, he continued on with his degree in Computer Information Systems instead of Physical Anthropology (specifically human evolution) which he found once he started college, fell in love with, but left behind because he ultimately needed a degree that would provide a job which could support our family.
I know we teach our children from a very young age that they can be anything they want when they grow up. But as they grow up, we teach them to trade dreams for stability.
I know that society and the media teaches us to keep up. Keep up with the neighbors, keep up with the latest tech, keep up with the fast paced world around us no matter what the cost. We are told we need this latest thing to make our lives "easier" but are forced to work a little harder and a little longer in order to afford it.
I know we place so much of our personal value on our financial and professional success and not by the level of happiness in our lives or how content we are with who we are.
I can see why some people run, (not walk) from the rat race screaming about the joys of a simpler and slower lifestyle. Of course, that doesn't mean a slower/simpler lifestyle is a better one. I'm sure there are plenty of people in rural or low income areas that would laugh at the mere idea of their lives being "better". I think it's just a matter of trading one set of problems for another, but I can see how if you're doing something you love, even if you're not making tons of money, you might be fundamentally happier than if you're working in a high stress job you hate.
I also know, that there are many mornings when I look at myself in the mirror and wonder if this is all there is. Is this all my life is going to be? It's not that I'm so horribly unhappy with it all, but I guess, I just thought there would be .. more. More time with my family. More highs, less lows. More days of laughter and less stress. Oh that's a big one. I'd love a life with about half the stress I have now. I know that part of this is because we're in a place of transition, and have been for the last few years while The Hubs wraps up his degree. I day dream happily of dual incomes even though it does mean less time with him selfishly because it means less stress and work for me.
I also know if money were no object, I don't have one single thing I am passionate enough about to want to do. Don't get me wrong, there are a ton of things I like to do. I like to write. I like to take photos. A long time ago in what feels like another life, I liked to paint. But I don't consider any of these things a passion. I feel so wishy washy. So very Charlie Brown, but there it is. And if you measured my life in terms of happiness or contentedness, you'd only get "good", and I really want it to be "great". I don't know how to get there. I see no clear path, no step by step instructions, and honestly without even a goal more concise than "I want it to be great" I don't see myself getting there any time soon.
What about you guys? If money was no object, what would you be?
Friday, January 25, 2013
When each of the older girls got old enough to start thinking about college, I told them about my experiences. I told them about living in the dorms. Making sleds out of cafeteria trays. About seeing the "Grade D Meat Suitable For Human Consumption" boxes on the loading docks and eating baked potatoes and cereal the whole rest of the semester. I told them about dropping classes because I couldn't understand the professor. About TA's who made me crazy. I told them about the professor who gave me an F on his final in his words because "I obviously have no idea what I'm doing" and in my opinion because he doesn't give A's in his class and failing my final was the only way I was not going to have an A in his class. I told them about my roommates, frat parties and delivering margaritas in the shower. I also told them about professors and classes I loved. About projects that took me weeks to get right, and about late night study sessions at The Pantry - the only 24 hour coffee place that would let us poor college students stay as long as we liked as long as we purchased one bottomless cup of coffee. And I told them about the amazing friends I'd made, friends I still have today (you know who you are!).
When LW went off to college, she had to do the same thing. Clean out her room. I had similar feelings then about watching her room slowly empty of all its character. I think in a different house, I might have let each of the girls keep their rooms and all their old things just as they left them. But maybe not. Cleaning out all your childhood stuff I think is a rite of passage. Giving yourself permission to let go of that life and fully embrace the new experiences ahead of you might be just as important as the experiences themselves. At any rate, in our tiny three bedroom 1200 SF house, space is at a premium and LW had to clean out her room to make way for GG, and now GG is cleaning out her room to make way for Bunny. It's tradition now, I guess.
I've described GG's entrance into the collegiate world as an adventure before, because that's truly how I see it. New people, new places, new experiences. Moving on campus with its semi-independence is another huge step into adulthood. And I am at the same time excited for her, sad to see her go and a teeny tiny bit jealous of the journey she's about to go on. College was for me, one of the very best times of my life and I know to the bottom of my heart, that she will love it as much as I did.