Archive for the ‘Boomerang Baggage’ Category

HO HO HUMDRUM

Wednesday, December 12th, 2007

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Mary,

Harkin back about 20 years and grab a box of Kleenex……

It was Christmas morning and the kids wake up at about 5 am…….they rush into the bedroom and start clamoring and jumping on the bed screeching IT’S CHRISTMAS, IT’S CHRISTMAS!!!”. We all get up and the wet-bottomed tykes rush towards the tree with anxious and curious faces. Before long they are ripping through the wrapped gifts tossing the paper over their shoulder and yelling happily at what they found inside.

Those were the days and I sentimentally remember them well. The kiddos were easy to buy for and easy to please. I got as much enjoyment out of shopping and watching this Christmas morning event as they did hugging their newest treasures. I now regret the ridiculous complaining that we did late Christmas Eve while spending hours piecing together the HE-MAN CASTLE complete with netting to capture trespassers.

Put the box of Kleenex down cause now we are in the present and the kids have become difficult to “shop” for. They usually return any piece of clothing that I box and wrap, they don’t need DVD’s or CD’s since everything is downloadable and they don’t seem to get excited by “house gifts”.

Thus…. The GIFT CARD. There is no joy in shopping for or opening a gift card even when I try to disguise them and hang them on the tree. I have become a victim of my own Christmas gratification and delight. I want that level of excitement and appreciation and know it is not possible unless I park two brand new BMW’s with big red bows on top under the tree!! Since that is not going to happen, I settle for what works for me and my level of enjoyment……..a few gift cards AND a few wrapped surprises……..knowing that there will actually be something under the tree to open, even if it gets returned.

Lorraine

BABY BAUBLE BLUES

Monday, December 10th, 2007

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Mary,

I’ve got some bad news………….as trends go, I missed the boat twice and you missed your cruiser four times.

Apparently another social phenomenon that happens immediately after the expulsion of the after-birth, but possibly before the episiotomy repair, has been happening for the last few years and because we are obviously not new mothers OR grandmothers YET, we had no idea it was going on in the maternity ward.

This new happening is referred to as:

PUSH PRESENTS or BABY BAUBLES…and can be as costly as the college education that is just around the corner for the new little bundle of joy.

Push presents….Baby Baubles….they speak for themselves. The new daddy, ripe with guilt for putting his wife through the months of morning sickness, weight gain and finally 18 hours of hard labor rewards the new mommy with some expensive piece of jewelry right after the delivery just to say “thanks”. Diamonds and fancy watches seem to be the order of the day.

They say “timing is everything” and in this case they are so true. All I got after my two deliveries were some ice packs for my sore bottom and an instruction manual on what to do if the baby wouldn’t nurse.

Diamonds would have been nice, but I think IF I had ever been given a reward for birthing a baby I would have asked for a house cleaner, nanny, diaper service and an I.O.U. for future therapy.

Personally, I don’t understand this whole thing, I just know that giving birth to my two boys were the best days of my life and it couldn’t have gotten any better even if Zaven had whipped out a Tiffany Solitaire right after he cut the cord and I was screaming “never again”. Just the look on his face when he saw our boys was enough reward for me.

Lorraine

BOOMERANG BAGGAGE BACK

Thursday, December 6th, 2007

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My second oldest child, Nate, just got back to the States today. He’s been on a journey since July. His traveling included countries like Italy, Spain, France, The Netherlands, Croatia, Germany, Greek islands, and a month long finale in Thailand.

He flew straight to SF to reunite with his brother who is also his best friend. I waited anxiously for his call once he made it through customs. It wasn’t happening. Not wanting to be a butinski mom, I became one anyway.

I had been giddy all week anticipating his arrival home. My son had sensibly nixed the idea of a cell phone while traveling (wise choice given the example set by his younger sisters and their $8800 I-PHONE bill from their month in Europe).

There would be times during the 5 months he was gone, I wouldn’t hear from him for a week or so. The mind of a mother is a powerful, creative and sometimes panic-driven organism. I didn’t want to sound or look like Vicky from The Real Housewives of Orange County whose constant screams whenever she sees her kids creates a chasm between her and them that rivals the Grand Canyon. Although I knew that his plane had landed safely, I knew I wouldn’t rest easy so I called and heard his voice in the calming jungle of the San Francisco airport.

His voice was different…more mature and calm. He had left 5 months ago an uncertain and directionless young man. He has returned with the air of someone who found himself amidst the strangeness, unfamiliarity, and treasures of foreign places.

He learned to be alone and enjoy the company he was keeping.

At the beginning of his trip, he was a typical American 24 year old kid who spent weeks on beaches in Spain and Greece partying the night away. The partying melted in the Greek sun and self-reflection became his new high.

So now he’s home, well, close enough to home. I’ll see him and the rest of my kids at Christmas. I’m kicking myself that I wasn’t more like those guilt-producing parents who begin brainwashing their children while they are still in the womb with the mantra, “There’s no place like home…there’s no place like home”.

But I concede to myself that I didn’t raise children so that they would live around me. I raised them to follow their own dreams and passions.

That same neurotic Vicki from Real Housewives of Orange County on a recent episode was imploring her 20 year old daughter to always NEED HER. Made her daughter promise that she would always NEED NEED NEED her, no matter what. It was a painful scene to watch as her daughter squirmed with discomfort at her mother’s insecurities.

I’m thrilled that Nate is now back home safe and sound. And while the heart of a mother never looses her passion, the wisdom of a mother knows when to let go.

Mary

KNIVES TURNING BOYS INTO MEN

Thursday, November 29th, 2007

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Wait a minute Lorraine. You’re also forgetting about the time we had the Boy Scout meeting where we let the boys carve pumpkins. I think it was supposed to meet some kind of knife requirement.

We didn’t have any of the boy-scout approved knives, but we did have those big old sharp butchers knives. We let them have at it while we were upstairs checking off things in their boy scout manuals that they hadn’t really “technically” done. But why be so anal?

Remember Garrett and Brent’s friend, Casey, who cut himself really badly and fainted? We ran downstairs. We couldn’t do CPR because we didn’t know it, but fanned him a lot until he came to. Because the boys were witnesses to all of this, as soon as Casey was revived and had gotten his color back, we raced upstairs and realized that now all the boys, except for Casey, would be given the check off on the first aid course!

We were so efficient!

Mary

MORE OVALTINE PLEASE

Wednesday, November 28th, 2007

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Mary, Ovaltine Moms we were NOT…………and let me tell you why.

There is a current radio commercial featuring two moms attending to a gaggle full of children heard in the background. They are discussing what to serve the kiddies as a beverage and their conversation amongst each other goes something like this:

1st radio mom: “Let’s give them some rich, chocolately Ovaltine”
2nd radio mom: “Rich, chocolately ovaltine? Is that good for them?”

1st radio mom: “Rich chocolately Ovaltine has lots of vitamins and minerals”
2nd radio mom: “COME AND GET IT KIDS, we have rich, chocolaty Ovaltine”

1st obnoxious kid “Rich, chocolaty, hot Ovaltine….YEAH”………..
And you hear all the kids chime in and start running for the rich, chocolaty, hot Ovaltine.

You and I were in this same situation many moons ago when we acted (and I mean acted, literally) as “den” mom’s for the boys boy-scout troop. I am sure I remember the cute little tykes pounding on the LOCKED sliding glass doors, peering in from the backyard where they had been sent for hours supposedly learning to tie knots and now begging for something to drink (didn’t we see one of them practicing a NOOSE on another boy-scout, but we let it go because we agreed the branch looked too weak?).

Anyway I don’t recall talk of milk, chocolate or otherwise, soda or even sips of water. I DO remember glancing at the sliders and you and I immediately screaming for Chardonnay, anti-depressants and a trip to the Caribbean sans anyone in the immediate family.

After being assured of possible dehydration by the looks of the small bodies scattered on the ground we finally gave in and threw them some juice boxes – to share – and they were no worse for the wear. They reconstituted quickly and continued with their LONG afternoon of tying each other up.

Each boy passed knot-tying with flying colors…….and we got through the afternoon with legal substance abuse. We did not sound like the mom’s of the current commercial who are actually interested in the nutritional value of the beverage served, still sound enthusiastic and stay put when the herd of kiddies comes a runnin’………..we were not Ovaltine Moms……..we were OVERWORKED Moms……….and lovin’ it.

Lorraine

T-DAY AND COUNTING

Wednesday, November 21st, 2007

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We’re too busy to write a blog today. While Lorraine celebrates on the coast of South Carolina, Mary has woken up to a blanket of snow in Colorado.

We don’t have time to chat, and you probably don’t have time to read this.

Like you, we have a big TO DO list today:

–Clean the house for housecleaners.

–Get Turkey (forget about this….hope there’s some left)

–Get all the rest of the food stuff

–Bake pumpkin pies (AKA: Safeway)

–Get wine and beer (off of list from children who are now 21 and suddenly become very PICKY about their preferences)

–Get flowers (small loan required for this)

–Get “Martha Stewart” type decorations for perfectly decorated Thanksgiving table (ROFL)

–Get phone calls from college age kids coming home for 4 days letting you know in advance, “You’re not going to see me much. I only have a couple of days to see my friends!”

–Go to the airport 3 times to pick up various family and miscellaneous people.

–Invite just one more guest.

–Get more plates and bowls when you realize yours are all chipped.

–Make sure washer and dryer are free for onslaught of kid’s imported suitcases of dirty laundry.

–Avoid the mirror at all costs.

–Keep our senses of humor…

BE GRATEFUL NO MATTER WHAT AND HAPPY T-DAY!

See you on Monday….

Lorraine and Mary

RE: BLONDES AND ANYONE WITH FEMALE ANATOMY NEED APPLY

Tuesday, November 20th, 2007

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Lorraine, even though you’re blonde and brilliant, you’re obviously missing something here.

The reason your boys continually attempt to diminish your vast and expansive intelligence is the “mom factor”. There’s no way that at their mature and “smarter than thou” ages, they think you have anything over them. Yet…

They haven’t lived long enough to get humbled by life.

As soon as they do, they’ll be the first ones knocking on your door to seek your parental perspective and wisdom.

The ultimate payback for you when this happens is just to look at them, scratch your head and say, “Whaaaat? Huh??”" Shrug. Shrug.

As for your “one blonde to another”…you’re giving me waaay too much credit. I’m mousy brown by nature. Therefore my occasional blond ditziness is a mere illusion. I’m inwardly always smart (and brunette).

As for the men being “dummied down by blondes”…do you really think they’re that picky? I’m pretty sure that any woman that walks by with any semblance of semi-attractiveness is enough to make most men reduce their IQ’s to the double digits.

Slam……and dunk!

Mary

RE: TEXADEXTROUS TEENS

Thursday, November 15th, 2007

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Text-messaging and operating an automobile at the same time….is there a “blonde joke” lurking somewhere in this scenario?

It is simply amazing that these teenagers who sometimes have trouble walking and chewing gum at the same time have suddenly become textadextrous. Amazing and scary.

Maybe this is where they need to learn the art of textcrastination…put off the text messaging until they are OUT OF THE CAR, or at least not behind the wheel.

Obviously anything that precludes the driver from a full focus on driving should be unlawful. Mandated laws will soon be on the books if the statistics of these text messaging ninjas and their accidents continue to rise.

We nagged our kids for years about using their seat belts and buckling up. We droned “No drinking and driving” into their heads. That all finally worked. Now we have to start on “no cell talking – no cell typing” while they drive. We have the designated driver….now we can suggest the designated texter.

These kiddos will probably justify this new phenomenon and tell us that they are just being efficient and “multi-tasking”…….BALONEY…this is just UNSAFE AT ANY SPEED.

Lorraine

TEENS TEXTING AND DRIVING

Wednesday, November 14th, 2007

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In our local newspaper today, there was an article about teens and their dangerous driving habits. And we’re not talking alcohol here. AAA reported that 51% of teens in Colorado admit to texting while driving. This has been shown to be even more dangerous than drinking and driving (huh?).

I’ve watched my daughters text message their friends at rapid rates so dizzingly I feel like I’m watching a movie on fast forward. I type 100 wpm and I am put to shame compared to them. Now will their insurance rates go up if they admit to owning a cell phone?

Recently, there was a story on an auto insurance company covering people’s pets in case of an accident.

Will they now charge extra for teens who text? I say we start a huge national campaign to prevent any injuries, or gulp, deaths from this latest teen obsession. NO TEXTING AND DRIVING AT THE SAME TIME…and let’s have some roadside checks.

Check out this story about a teen who was struck by a train while texting and driving:
http://www.switched.com/2007/08/22/teen-struck-by-train-while-text-messaging/

And parents, start being parents while you can…you’re the ones buying these distraction getting devices for them. I should know–I’m responsible for buying dozens of them. And don’t even get me started on, “Mom, I dropped my phone in the toilet again!”

Mary

RELAX…IT’S ONLY EDUCATION

Friday, November 9th, 2007

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Mary,

World Peas and Every kid left behind.

You are right, if we are going to start our cute kiddos off on the relaxation road EVEN BEFORE the migraine headaches of reality begin, the least we can do is equip them with
moaning mantras and a Pilate’s board.

Who cares about a “global economy” and thoughts of market competition. I think kiddos deserve classes like “The Science of Harry Potter”, and “For the Love of Chocolate”.

I am sure that somewhere within these offered courses they will find important information and life lessons that may not be appreciated or even requested on the ultimately serious college application, but will linger forever in the mind of the kiddo and their PC parents.

Good bye reading, writing and arithmetic and hello to courses like HOMER SIMPSON TRIVIA. Can’t we all just have fun???

Excuse me while I retreat into CHILD’S POSE.

Lorraine