Implosion

I am spending my tenth aniversary watching my husband and his family battle it out over a decidedly un-bloggable issue.  And also doing laundry because if I’m sitting around trying to be supportive and yet non-participatory, I might as well be productive.  I am thinking it is probably a good thing that I am several days behind in laundry…

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Overheard at Dinner

M: “So I am thinking about solar panels for the house.”

Chichimama quiety rejoices and then nonchalauntly says, “Huh.  Why?”

M: “NOT because of the environment.  Let me be clear.  It is because Nancy Pelosi won’t let us build nuclear power plants and they are forcasting increased power demands and an inability to keep up the supply.  And I like my lights on, thank you very much.”

Chichimama: “So I have Nancy Pelosi to thank?  Excellent!”

M: ” I am NOT green.”

Chichimama: “O.K. dear.”

M: “Oh, and I’m going to start biking to the train.  So you can use the Honda instead of the gas guzler.  But I am NOT green.  Make sure you make that disclaimer on your blog.”

Chichimama (singing off key): “It’s not easy being green…”

Tell me it isn’t true

According to a promotional email I just recieved from Gap, the pleated, high-waisted jean is making a comeback.  I tell you this beacause the fear I felt when I announced the come-back of the skinny jean (well ahead of the curve, thank you very much) PALES in comparison to my fear of the pleated, high-waisted jean.  While skinny jeans don’t do much for me, the pleated, high-waisted jean actually adds many, many pounds to regions where additional poundage isn’t needed.

Who ARE these people who decide fashion trends and WHY do they not consult me first?

Random Bullets of OMG, is June kicking my YKW

  • Why hello there!  It looks like it has been a while since I have written anything besides “Thank you so much for a wonderful year!  (Insert child here) has had a great year and will miss you so much (over the summer/next year).  Have a great summer!
  • I had no idea that June was such a horrid time of year with two kids in school and enrolled in various and sundry extracurricular activities.  This week alone there have been two concerts, three end of year parties, one award ceremony, two end of year pizza extravaganza’s, and three last minute “OMG, we have to have a PTA/Board/committee meeting before the summer” meetings.  Next week looks no better.  This is one of those things that someone should tell you before you decide to have children.  Right after the description of how horrid the first few weeks post-childbirth are.
  • If I never see a piece of pizza again I would be very very happy.  Actually, I take that back.  I would love to see some kind of pizza other than the plain old cheese dripping with oil variety from the not so good place that delivers.  But since clearly that isn’t happening anytime soon I will go with the “I never want to see another piece of pizza again approach.”  To my dismay, greeting me in my inbox this morning was a “Great news!  We will have pizza as a team after t-ball today!” email.  So clearly someone out there hasn’t listened to my pleas for pizza cessation.
  • Last night we went to a grownups-only neighboorhood party.  Where, thankfully, there was no pizza.  M and I were two of the youngest folks there and were the first to leave, at 11pm.  C woke me up at 3am concerned about some noises outside and I discovered that the host hadn’t been kidding when he said it was a group of late-night partiers.  They were still going strong.  I am looking foward to that stage of my life.  Although I can’t see a scenerio in which I would ever willingly be up until 3am.  Even in college, 1am was my limit.
  • BTW, the TV tokens have been a huge, huge bust.  I can’t decide if it was my control-freak nature or the kids inability to be rational at 5pm, but the last two weeks have basically been filled with temper tantrums and tears when the TV tokens ran out and I just couldn’t take it anymore.  So we have moved onto the dictatorial “There will be no TV before 5pm, and you may only watch from 5pm until dinner” approach.  Which seemed to make everyone except Mike temporarily happy.  He feels I am not allowing them to learn to take resposibility for their actions.  He may be right, but self-preservation in light of the looming summer with no school or various and sundry extra-curricular activites took precedance in my book.
  • And now, I am off to start my day of fun-filled end of year activities.  Hopefully I will resurface in another week or two once everything is officially over for the summer.