7 Quick Takes: Forever 29 Edition

— 1 —

Best defense against time-out heard to date and perhaps, of all time.

After throwing a toy at my head, Scout says to me, “But it was soft… like your hair. (Patting my head) And so pretty.”

Neither his father nor I are this charming. We both laughed and then I took him out for cake. Parenting at its best. I should write a book.

— 2—

Tomorrow (Friday) is my second annual 29th birthday and I’m tempted to celebrate it by taking my son to see Toy Story 3.

Those who held my hair back after witnessed me celebrate my 21st through 25th birthdays definitely would NOT have seen that coming.

— 3—

Have you be watching Friday Night Lights?

I have and I love it. It makes me both homesick for Texas and glad I had cause to move away. I would have withered away in town like Dillon, Texas, but its charm and hospitality would win me over time and time again.

I waved to our next door neighbor from our yard the other day and she came marching up my driveway and demanded to know, “What’s wrong?”

What’s wrong? I’ve lived next door for six months and she hasn’t so much as acknowledges my presence. The first (and only) time I’ve had an opportunity to acknowledge hers, she insists that there better have been a darn good reason to have interrupted her day.

When I explained that I was just saying “hi”, she seemed bewildered by the concept and just walked away.

Sometimes I just miss the big way Texans say “Howdy” and only expect a nod in return.

—4—

Speaking of Texas… I’ll be there soon. My younger sister is getting married and I’m the Matron of Honor.

(Matron… ugh! That word like I should be wearing sensible shoes and dress shields with my bridesmaid’s gown.)

I have yet to come up with a toast, but at least, I have my dress…  following a huge fiasco in which the company made a mistake and exhibited ZERO customer service in helping to correct it.

Rather than fighting it, I just took it to my tailor. The alteration cost nearly the same amount as it did to buy the dress in the first place. (grumble, grumble…)

There was a time in my life when I, Queen of the Rant, wouldn’t have let something like this slide. I would have chastised the manager, demanded reimbursements, gotten people fired… but who has the time and energy for that.

I couldn’t even muster a scathing blog post about the experience. (Although if you or anyone you know is getting married, I’ll be happy to tell you the name of the company so you can AVOID them)

At the end of the day, the worst that happened was I had to get a dress altered. No one died and one ‘s life was ruined., which is a lot more than I can say about some weeks around here…

The important thing is that I have my dress for my sister’s wedding and that’s one less thing for her to freak out about…

Maybe I’m growing up after all?

—5—

For a variety of reasons, I decided to change my kids’ names to online monikers on my blog. Then, I went about it in the least tech-savvy way possible.

I did a search, then manually replaced each mention. Yes, I am sure there’s a WordPress plug-in somewhere that would  have made the switch a breeze. (If you know of one, please don’t tell me. I kick myself daily as it is.)

Yes, it was tedious to go through each and every post, but it wasn’t terribly difficult. That black hole of depression I fell into over several months helped. No posts to update, which goes to show that there’s a bright side to everything.

—6—

The perils of technology: A mom I know emailed to cancel a play date due to having a “sick kid”, then checked in with Foursquare at a nearby park 20 minutes later and posted it on Facebook.

So, of course, I tweeted about it and now I’m blogging about it.

—7—

Tomorrow, I will be closer to having an 15-year-old, than being a 15-year-old. It’s a pity that the kids have to get older, while I’m able to stay 29 forever. Tra-la. Tra-la.

Somewhere in my attic, there’s a pottrait of me that starting to show some wear.

Follow