Archive for November, 2007

To be 20 again… (no thanks)

Dear Danielle,

Last night we e-mailed each other and did a bit of catching up. It was so fun! You mentioned that you a mere five months from turning 21. You’re counting down the days. I had to laugh as nostalgia washed over me.

As of midnight, I turned 35.

Seems so freaking old, right? I know! I thought the same thing at 20. (I’m now considered to be of “advanced maternal age.” That made me laugh out loud just typing it!)

I know what’s ahead of you… What you’ll experience in your 20’s. I envy you all of the adventures you’ll have. You’ll finish college. You’ll embark on a career. You will travel. You will meet tons of new people. You are going to have SO much fun along the way. You may even get married and start a family.

But honestly? I’d rather be 35. I may be about 15 pounds heavier than I was at 21, (Ok. So maybe more like 20.) but I feel so much more comfortable in my skin. The perspective you earn as the years pass is such an amazing gift. Things that seemed like the end of the world at 21 or 23 don’t seem like such a hurdle now. Most of the chicks I know that are well into their 30’s? Know what they want and need. And they aren’t scared to ask for it. They have “balls.” And that’s a good thing.

You are gorgeous, smart, and have an amazing figure. But I don’t envy you the angst that comes with being in one’s 20’s — of not knowing what you are truly capable of. Of not fully knowing yourself. 

But with each passing day, you will learn. You will laugh, cry, be amazed and ponder many things. We all do those things. But life just seems more vivid and emotionally vulnerable during that decade.  You don’t know how strong you are until you’ve been through some, well… shit. Just remember that it will pass. You will emerge stronger, wiser, and ultimately more self-assured. Please keep your eyes, ears and heart open. What you learn will greatly influence your actions down the road.

I wish you well, dear cousin. And I hope you keep me updated every step of the way. I’ll be cheering for you.

Love,

Lisa

A gift idea and a short rant

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Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go to bed and take drugs. Thanks to “the boy” who felt compelled to touch EVERY LIVING THING while at the aquarium and in the French Quarter in New Orleans this past weekend, we’ve all got coughs, sore throats and feel like tired poo. (Why didn’t he just lick the street car handrails or french kiss that homeless man at Cafe Du Mond? Geez!) Needless to say that while I love New Orleans, if I could dump that entire city in a vat of hand sanitizer, I would.

“Only” ain’t always “lonely”

We returned home last night tired but happy. Our trip to Louisiana to visit the hubby’s maternal and paternal sides of the family was a whirlwind of food, laughter, hugs, and car rides. T’was fun to see people we haven’t seen in years. Plus? Seth and I met some of Marc’s cousins for the first time. (Hi Cindy! Hi Ashley!)

I was going to gush about how great both sides of Marc’s family are. And seriously? They are! But I scraped it because the aforementioned Cindy and Ashley (as well as Marc’s aunt Marsha) gave me something this weekend that’s been sorely needed. And they don’t even realize it.

Cindy is the proud mother of a darling little girl. (She rejoined the ranks of full time working women this past Monday!) Ashley is the proud mom of an adorable little man named James. Ron (Marc’s uncle) and Marsha, (Marc’s aunt), are the proud parents of Carly, who’s finishing up college and looking at law schools. No other children are mentioned because like me, they each have just one child. It was fulfilling to talk to three women who are are varying stages of mothering their only children. More often than not, if I’m with a group of women, I’m the only mom with one child.

Shortly after Seth’s birth, I started getting the “So when are you going to have another child” inquiry. For the first 30 months of his life, when asked, I told people I didn’t know if I’d have another child. I felt so overwhelmed with all of his needs. I often got a quick, “You shouldn’t think that way! You’re going to regret having only one child when he’s grown. Besides, he NEEDS a sibling!”

This made me feel like shit. So when Seth got older and grew more independent, we began trying to conceive another child.  This hasn’t worked, obviously.

We’re no longer actively trying or planning to add to our family. (Some of the reasons “why” are unbloggable, sorry.)  It isn’t as if we’ve decided that we will absolutely never, ever add to our family. It may happen naturally or through adoption. But it may not. For now? Our little family of three feels complete. Seth may not have siblings, but he has cousins and lots of friends. There is no shortage of love, attention, or fun in his life.

But unfortunately others don’t “feel” the same way. And sometimes they can be rather vocal about it. (Typically these people have been ones who hardly know me or even strangers.) So at times there are comments about how Seth needs a sibling so he doesn’t turn into a spoiled brat. There have even been a few times a talker has hinted at my “selfishness” to stop at one child because, “when you are old, the burden of taking care of you will be on HIM.” Of course there have also been comments that insinuate my stopping at one means I value our disposable income and free time far too much.

Fortunately I don’t get those comments often. But I admit, they do send me into a panic to where I seriously question this decision for weeks. Because like all moms, I want to give my child my everything. I want to do right by him.

So this weekend, while hanging out with Cindy, Marsha, and Ashley, I saw how happy and satisfied they are with being moms to their only children. I witnessed the close bonds each mom shares with her child. I saw how these “only” children are like Seth in that they aren’t “lonely” children at all.

Cindy, Marsha, and Ashley? You helped me to toss aside some of the guilt and worry that’s eaten away at me over the years. If years from now, we become a family of four (or more), we’ll rejoice. But if that doesn’t happen, I know I will still be happy. And Seth will be too. 

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Full of Thanks

This Tuesday will find the small clan of Midwestern Mommy in the car making the long trek to Louisiana, or “Wheezy-ana” as Seth enthusiastically calls it. The mother-in-law’s side is situated mainly in New Orleans. (And yes, many of the family were impacted by Hurricane Katrina.) The father-in-law’s side hails from Lake Charles (but all but one sibling still lives in Lake Charles). We plan to spend several days in the company of each side.

 There will be ALOT of driving. Gah. But wonderful people and yummy eats. And lots of hugs and laughter.

To all of you who read this silly little site? THANK YOU. Am so very thankful that you take time to stop by. Hope your Thanksgiving is fun and safe.

 Take care!

Dear Abbey

Mrs. G has inspired a whole mess of us to do a post on our favorite things. Being that in the past two days “the boy” cut holes in three of his shirts, used a scissors to carve several vertical and even more horizontal lines in the kitchen table, then scratched a 12 inch vertical line in our new stainless steel fridge AND rolled his eyes at me as I punished him (then spit on the carpet later on) he’s on a much different list today. Today, Abbeydog, our sweet yet sassy pup is numero uno on my favorite things list. So is her new column. Even if she does question my intelligence from time to time.

hotbitch1.jpg Dear Abbey,

You’re my last hope. for the past seven months my humans have coo’d and swooned over my yellowy deliciousness. They have curled on my sofa with me, fed me delicious things, taken me for outings in the car, showed me off to all their friends. I live in doggy heaven. But all that changed today. They brought a puppy into my kitchen. it licked my bone toy. it stood in my water bowl. they picked is up and snuggled it and marvelled at it’s honeycomb glow. They laughed when it jumped up and bit my lip. It followed me into my garden. It snuffled my guinea pig. My life is over. Please help.

Rose (dog of this blogger)

Dear Rose,

I feel your pain. One day AlphaBitch (I say that with love, people. I love my mom. So I let her be the Alpha bitch.) came home with the UGLIEST little puppy I’d ever seen! It was pink and hairless and screamed alot. (Things only got worse once it could crawl.) It is NOT fun when some other critter steals YOUR spotlight.

I keep waiting for AlphaMale and AlphaBitch to change their minds, but its been FIVE YEARS. So I guess this Seth pup, ain’t leavin’. But the newest critter in the clan can bring some unexpected benefits. Like if you’re in a room with him or her? You can fart then nonchallantly walk away. And when one of your Alphas come into the room, they will blame some other critter.

Also? An extra pup around means more food! And extra treats too!

Hopefully this new pup at your house will learn his/her place — unlike the hairless one at mine!

Dear Abbey,

You are such a wise dog. Please tell me - why does Lisa’s site load so slowly? And what can I do about it?

Thanks!

Heidi

Dear Heidi,

I don’t know anything about computers. But my guess is — between you and me? Alphabitch is… well, not the quickest digger in the pack.

One night, I got bored sitting in her office while she was typing. I went into the very dark hallway and sprawled out to make myself comfortable. When she finished her work, she turned off the office light, walked out and tripped over me. Geez! I mean, really… How could she not see me in the dark? What’s wrong with her night vision?

She’s revamped her site, photos, and has taken certain thingees off of her site in an effort to get things to “load” faster. She may be dumb as a cat but unlike a feline, she’s really sorry for the aggravation.

Dear Abbey,

Is it ok to beat my teen daughters with a newspaper if they yelp too much?

Signed,

Tired of the bitches

Dear Tired,

I see what you’re getting at here. Your an Alpha who’s getting tired of trying to keep the pups in line. This is one of those times where I’m thankful I’m I fixed.

You know what I like to do? I take one of Alpha bitch’s favorite shoes out of the closet. And I bring it downstairs into the middle of the living room for her to see as soon as she gets home. The boot is always unharmed. I wouldn’t call this a, ah, threat, per say. I like to think of it more as friendly message. You keep me cooped up in this house any longer? The boot gets it.

Try that with THEIR shoes. Course if they don’t get the message? You can get them one of those lines and tether them outside. Its best to ensure they have enough slack so that they can sit under a nearby tree for shade. Don’t forget the water.

Or if they “bark” too much and too loudly? There’s always those shock collars…

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Once upon a time…

I don’t do long posts very often. But I thought I’d share a bit of my past… (And while I didn’t give the guy’s last name, I admit, I was tempted.)

Once upon a time there was a small town girl who moved to the “big city”. She was 23, had never lived on her own, and had just ended a 4-year relationship with a man who’d been her best friend. All of these changes were very overwhelming. She felt very lost and painfully vulnerable.

One day she met a boy named Craig. She was drawn to his cocky charm. (Being that she hadn’t dated much, she didn’t realize that “cocky charm” is really just a nice way of describing an arrogant jerk.)

She definitely wasn’t in love. But she was lonely and she enjoyed getting to know him.

He was a few years older, and worked for an engineering company out of Ohio. He had gone to Ohio State on an athletic scholarship, he said. When he hurt his knee during a game his sophomore year his athletic scholarship ended. But the ever resourceful lad didn’t miss a financial beat. He had wonderful grades and easily secured some sort of academic scholarship. He had a blast during his time there and was even active in his fraternity.

Although he was working in a satellite office, (in Illinois) he said that in a few months he’d be leaving. He’d be moving to Ohio, where his company was headquartered. The powers that be were aging. They were looking to the young pups to further the company’s future. They thought he had alot of potential. He was being groomed for management.

One night before Craig and this girl headed out on a date, he cleaned out his car. He proudly showed her various mechanical drawings he had done. The company logo and address were prominently displayed. She found it odd that he’d show her these drawings. She’d never questioned his story. Nonetheless, he seemed proud of the drawings so the girl showed enthusiasm and admiration for the designs.

One night, she called him at his home. “He’s at school now,” his mom said. Later on, the girl asked Craig about this response.

“She wasn’t supposed to say anything. Stupid bitch!” was his reply. After going on a tirade about his very sweet mother, he said he was upset because he didn’t want anyone to know that he was attending SIUE to get a Masters in Mathematics on the sly. If his friends knew, he reasoned, they’d make fun of him for being a geek.

The girl had met some of his friends at this point. While they seemed nice, they also seemed like the type that didn’t take too kindly to anyone they thought was an “intellectual.” She let the subject drop.

The time for Craig to move to Ohio had come. He said he wouldn’t have a phone at his place — he’d use his work cellphone to save money. The girl got him a good-bye gift. He was speechless. He thanked her. He put the gift in the car, kissed her goodbye, then drove off. She went on with her days.

He called her now almost daily. A few weeks later when he came back into town, they went out. Something happened that she’s not quite ready to tell the blogosphere about. (Something not even most of her family and friends know.)

She never saw him again after that night. His calls, thankfully, stopped — for the time.

Shortly after the incident, the girl’s friend, Christine, who worked at the college, overheard a student who was being helped. When she heard him say his first and last name, she realized this was the guy her friend had dated.

She looked at his records.  She realized it was all a lie. He’d lied to her friend about literally everything but his first and last name.

The reality was that this boy was a few years younger. He was never a student at any place but SIUE. And even at SIUE he was hardly a sophomore. He wasn’t showing up for his classes and he was flunking out of all but one (he had a D in that class). He didn’t work for an Ohio-based engineering company. He’d never even taken an engineering class. There was no promotion. He’d never moved out of his parents’ house. He’d never left his hometown.

The girl felt like the ground beneath her had been yanked away. Then she found out Craig’s friends were in on the joke. Even a coworker of the girl knew about the farce. This coworker gleefully watched the deception unfold. This coworker laughed while telling others the story. When she found out other coworkers knew about the deception, she was absolutely horrified.

Months later, the girl was contacted again by Craig. She asked him if he’d made it to any of his alma mater’s football games. “Yes!” He said. He talked about the parties he’d been to on Ohio State’s campus. She asked him a pointed question about the campus. (Because by this point, she had done some research.) She asked a few more questions. His awkward answers indicated that he’d probably never seen the campus.

“Craig. I know you’ve been lying to me,” she said, her voice even and flat. “I know all about what’s going on.”

She proceeded to tell him what she knew. He became irate. He called her horrible names. He told her he was coming to her apartment. “You’re going to hurt you bitch,” he said. “I’m gonna fuck you up.”

She hung up shaking. By now she was in the beginnings of a relationship with someone else. Although she didn’t want to bother him, she didn’t know of too many people in the city that she could call. So she called him, confided and asked if she could come over for awhile. She spent the night. Years later she married this man.

It has been more than 10 years since this incident. The girl is a mother. Little by little, she’s learned to trust people again. She knows her trust issues have hurt her husband far more than anyone else. She no longer questions how someone could have completely snowed her. She no longer walks into a room painfully assuming she’s a big joke to everyone there. She’s stopped questioning the “why”.  The sense of confidence and competence she lost when this happened has slowly been restored. And for that she is grateful.

Ah mammaries, er memories

About a year ago, during Seth’s playdate with an adorable little girl, the two decided to play a new game. The young lass, who loved all things Disney Princess, wanted to be “Ariel”, from The Little Mermaid. Seth was to be her honey, “Eric”.

At some point, there was a communication glitch. For some reason, Seth began calling his friend ”Areola.”

At one point, she realized he wasn’t calling her the correct name. But apparently, she liked the new name better. I guess it seemed more exotic or something. Because whenever she came over, she continued to be “Areola, the little mermaid”.

And I continued to fluctuate between, “Should I tell her that’s a name for a boobie body part or should I just let it go because that makes me laugh out loud every time.” To be honest, I let it go for awhile. Basically because I needed a good laugh. But at one point, I told her that “Ariel” was a much prettier name for a princess and that ”Areola” was really the name of Ariel’s stinky pet hamster. And no one really knows about the hamster because it farted so much, they couldn’t include the hamster in the movie. 

God only knows what she told her parents that night at the dinner table. But after that, “Ariel” returned. We never heard about “Areola” again.

The stranger next door

We had a bit of a scare on Monday.

After Seth and a few of the other neighborhood kids got off of the bus, I got to talking with another lady about her upcoming vacation. During this time, we noticed a strange young man ambling from house to house. He kept walking past various houses in a seriously creepy way. He even walked into a person’s open garages. He walked up to some kids playing a pick up game of basketball. Within a few minutes, the group had scattered, with each boy going into their respective homes.

We kept watching this young man. And he knew it. At one point, he walked past us and tried to talk. His words were so slurred we could barely understand him. His eyes were glassy and unfocused. He didn’t understand the questions we asked him. His pants were baggy. He kept his hands in his pockets and seemed to be playing with some sort of item inside them. (No, not pocket pool.) He walked away and went into the garage of another person’s home. At one point he came out. He asked us if he could use the bathroom at one of our houses. We looked at each other uneasily. We didn’t say a word. He walked about 30 feet away.

We talked a bit longer, keeping our eyes on this young man. But the other lady was eager to get back into her house because she knew her garage was open. The kids were reluctant to leave. Upon hearing us say we were going back into our homes, this man decided to follow me to mine. With a whining protesting child slowing us down, the young guy caught up with Seth and I within a few seconds. He was one step behind us within 10 feet of our porch. I ignored him. He followed us right to the front door. I let Seth and the dog inside. There was NO WAY I would let this guy in. I had no idea who he was and what substance he was on. I had no idea if he was violent or if he could turn violent in a flash. I had no idea if what he was carrying in those baggy pockets was could be used as a weapon.

“Can I help you?” I asked timidly but politely.

“Come on, let me in. I just want to see your bathroom,” he slurred.

I said, “No. I don’t think so. I don’t know you.”

“You know me,” he said. He leaned in, his face now closer to mine. The grin he threw me caused the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “You just don’t THINK you know. But you know me.”

“No,” I said firmly. “I don’t.” I turned around, opened the door a sliver, got in, shut it behind me very fast and locked the door. Then I ran to the back door. Then I double checked the car doors to ensure they were locked. This whole time, he stood there, looking through the large glass windows of our door. (To see the door click here. But this may load slowly.)

I called the police. At one point during the discussion, I saw this guy in the neighbor’s van, rifling around. He must have gotten bored because he soon went across the street and starting rifling through that neighbor’s car doors. That neighbor caught him in the act.

At this point, I called another neighbor — a freshman girl I knew to be home alone. I told her to lock her doors — this strange guy was on something and had been in her garage. She explained that this man was her brother’s friend. He had gotten kicked out of his house so her mom let him stay there a night. She went next door and led this guy back to her house. I told her I had called the police.

A police officer arrived. He handcuffed the guy and brought him around to several of us neighbors to identify.

Found out later from the neighbor that opened her house to him – she didn’t know the guy. He was a friend to one of her kids, so she let him stay. This neighbor is a very compassionate woman. It sucks that her generosity blew up in her face.

That night I couldn’t sleep. This guy knows it was me who called the police. And my husband was several states away on business. Was this guy already out of the police station? Was he pissed off? Would he come back that night to my neighborhood to get some revenge? Are my tires going to be slashed at some point? Is my little boy or dog going to get hurt because he thinks I’m a bitch who gave him a big ole legal hassle?

Nonetheless, something good came of it. When I close a door that leads outside (even the door to the garage), no matter what time of day, I immediately lock it. Its become this habbit that I don’t even realize I’m doing at the time. I lock my car as soon as I step out of it. Part of my evening ritual is locking the doors, rechecking, then re-locking each door no less than five times a night. I do it with the vehicles too. (Yeah, this could be mildly OCD-ish.) All of this door locking drives my husband crazy. And I know he rolls his eyes because I won’t let Seth go down to the cul-de-sac, a mere four houses away, by himself.

But on one sunny, unassuming day, some stranger did come into our happy little ‘hood and approached children. This stranger went into people’s garages and cars and turned life upside down for a number of people. Now I no longer have to apologize for locking the doors to the house or vehicles. And I don’t have to explain why this mama’s not ready to give her little boy the freedom he’s opining for. At least, not for a while.

Dogged Advice from Dear Abbey

*Sorry the page was taking so long to load. Tis’ fixed. Thank you to this lovely lady and this lovely lady for letting me know.

hotbitch.jpgAbbeydog has decided to take a break from her busy schedule of being antagonized by “the boy”, laying on the couch and chasing squirrels in the backyard. In her almost 9 years on this earth, she’s learned lots. And she’d like to pass her wisdom along to others. So if you are in need of beauty, fashion, love, relationship or etiquette advice, leave a comment. She’ll get back to you later.

Dear Abbey,

I have tried EVERYTHING I can think of to lose weight. I eat right. I exercise. But still those stubborn extra pounds remain. Help!

– S. in St. Louis

Dear S.

I feel your pain. I gained a few pounds after the family and I moved to this new ‘hood. But I have to tell you, the only time I lose weight is when I stop eating people food. Seriously. When the fam stops sharing the leftovers, I am forced to eat that nasty crap they call kibble. Do you KNOW how that’s stuff is made? Blech. Just one sniff is enough to keep my munchies at bay. The only time I eat it is if I’m positively starving. It definitely prevents me from snacking in-between meals. Maybe substituting your people food with kibble will shrink your bits, if ya know what I mean.

Love and cold puppy noses,

Abbey.

Dear Abbey,

I met this guy who works at Starbucks. I come in for coffee each day just so I can talk to him. He seems to like me. But he still hasn’t asked me out on a date. And since I’m 18 and Starbucks is expensive, I’m running out of money. What can I do to get him to ask me out? Or at the very least get a free coffee?

 – A in Illinois

Dear A,

This one is simple. Young male pups (whether they are of the canine or humane variety) sometimes fear rejection. The next time you talk to him, look at his tail. Is it tucked between his legs or wagging furiously? If he’s the shy type, you should let him know of your friendly interest by giving him a nice long butt sniffing. Course this might also be the way you get yourself that free coffee.

Love and cold puppy noses.

Abbey

Perfect Posts — Different paths

Have you ever looked back on your life and saw there were times you could have easily taken a different path? You may sometimes wonder where that other path would have led you. But sometimes, you don’t question — you just feel relief. 

Dana, of Mamalogues reflects upon a path not taken during her childhood. Luckily, her mom saw the path Dana could have taken, but asked her a question that made her really think. She made a choice that took some guts. Then she righted a wrong. And she’s carried that lesson with her ever since.

That’s why I awarded her a Perfect Post. We all have those moments. Sometimes we stumble. But if we’re fortunate,  someone is there to guide us back onto the right path. And later on, we can look back — grateful for the lesson.  Dana is an ace at setting the tone of a story. She uses such a descriptive voice, you almost feel as if you are standing at her side while this life lesson unfolds.

Dana is one of several Perfect Post winners. For a full list go to sponsors www.suburbanturmoil.blogspot.com and www.petroville.com.  

P.S. For those of you who aren’t familiar with Dana? She’s a very talented and dynamic chicky (with fabulous hair) who is taking over the St. Louis media. She has two other blogs, a radio show, a column AND has appeared in Saturday morning segments on KMOV, a St. Louis CBS affiliate. Check her out!