Not too long ago, a Real Mom's meme was going around. I did that here. Well seeing as the Dad's that I know deserve at least 50% of the credit for all the fine kids we know, especially our Daddy, this is a tribute to REAL DADS.
REAL DADS let bubble blowing turn into this:
Because REAL DADS know that fun is way more important than not making a mess.
This REAL MOM could learn a thing or two from him!
Another one for the blogging world, Angellahas this on her blog and since she tagged you and I have been known to be called, "Hey you" in my day I took the challenge to heart. I like doing these sorts of things, it’s fun to ponder one’s own personality traits. I am pretty much an open book most of the time so I enjoy sharing – whether you want to read it or not!
1. I have an irrational fear of spiders. I actually subconsciously think they could kill me or my family, or at least seriously injure or maim us. It all stems from a childhood fear that I have nurtured all these years. When I was a kid, I used to think there was a tarantula at the bottom of my bed and if I just kept my feet up close to my body, fetal position style, it couldn’t get me because it moved so slow, ‘cause they do move slow ya know. I still can’t look at them in the pet store or on TV – who would want THAT for a pet. I would never get any sleep. And those reality shows that involve eating and being covered in gross slimy bugs and spiders…. EWWWWW! Turn it off! I will yell while covering my eyes.
Now, we have nothing at all poisonous in the way of spiders here but that doesn’t stop me from being irrationally scared of even our harmless variety. A couple of years ago there was a gargantuan spider, well by Canadian standards anyway, in our back yard and I made Jay kill it. Just because it was a spider and we had to get it before it got us. How’s that for justice?
I know. But if you think that’s silly I can go on. I also have an even more irrational fear of bees. AND I haven’t actually ever been stung. Although one did crawl into my mouth once. I am not kidding. Not at all. Of course when you have your mouth wide open screaming bloody murder, it’s bound to crawl in. I think it was just curious at the reaction it was getting from this being that was 800 times its size so it decided to taunt me. Bees do that you know. Everyone thinks they are so innocent what with their honey making and all. Ha! It’s a good cover. They may have you fooled but I know better.
My mom loves to make fun of me. She thinks I am going to pass on this fear to the boys. But she isn’t afraid of them and I am, so I think there are few holes in her theory :-P Sorry Mom!
I will be terrified of them till the day I die or get stung, whichever comes first. I am going for the former – almost 33 years of success so far!
2. On the topic of fears, I am also terrified of public speaking. So much so that I only spoke about 10 words at our wedding reception and only because our MC’s told a story incorrectly to make me speak. So I clarified that ever so eloquently (that was sarcasm at it’s finest) and then thought I’d let Jay do the talking. Unfortunately after 5 years together he still did not understand the deepness of this fear and thanked everyone on his side then passed the mike to me. With a blank look on my face (I was TOTALLY unprepared), I quickly thanked my bridesmaids and passed it back. I still feel bad about that because I missed like a 100 other people that equally had my gratitude.
I think that’s why I love blogging so much. I am much better at typing out stories than telling them verbally. Typing gives you much more time to think about what you are going to say than talking. I do have to get over this fear eventually, I know, but for now I am content to stay out of the spotlight where everyone isn’t looking at me and judging me. Because of course that what people do when you are talking to them in a large group, ya know.
3. I chew on the inside of my lips when I am stressed. I do it until it bleeds sometimes and then it gets all puffy and swollen and I finally stop. I have been doing it since I can remember but hey it’s better than a lot of other habits I could have picked up over the years. Apparently, judging by the comments Angella got, there are many of us out there. Who knew?!
4. I also twist my hair. Incessantly. I am doing it right now and have been all day. My hair is lookin’ fine tonight as a result let me tell you. When I asked Jay what my quirks are this is the first one that he mentioned. I already had it on my list, it’s kind of part of who I am.
I do it when I am working at my computer and when I am watching TV. I have also been doing this since I can remember. I do it until my left arm hurts. It’s hard work keeping it up there and in motion. My head also gets sore from the pulling, oh the constant pulling, especially when I knot it up but good and have to pull out a chunk. Good thing I have ample. My hairdresser thinks I am nuts and she’s probably on to something there.
It also happens to be one of the few traits my brother and I share. And the ironic thing is that it drives me NUTS when he does it. Still to this day and we are 32 and 35 years old. Some things never change. I still secretly think he did that and lots of other things on purpose just to get my goat. What are siblings for if not to drive their siblings crazy? My kids are clearly taking this to heart as irritating the snot out of one another seems to be their favourite pastime of late . Good times, good times.
5. As I mentioned above, I am pretty much an open book. I will share just about anything with you, ANYTHING. I have made more than a few people uncomfortable with my ability to provide too much information (TMI).
I was raised that lying and falsehoods are BAD. I don't deal well with people who lie to me and have confronted a few people in my day about such things.
I don't lie. I actually can't. I will laugh but you will already know by the look on my face that I am full of it. I never even try to lie for real. For fun or to pull someone's leg yes, but within 10 seconds, the jig is up.
I also don't do fake. I can't hide my feelings, I pretty much wear them on my face. I don't know how to supress them. I pretty much get it out of my system as soon as humanly possible and then I move on. It's worked so far so I am sticking with it. If you have read this incredibly long toot of my own horn, so to speak, give me a quirk or two of your own. I am quirky like that, comments feed me ego.
I find it’s particularly effective with chocolate but any sweet treat will do.
REAL MOMS also know about the vodka *. The vodka, it's a good thing. Gee, I wonder if Martha would be upset with that use of her coined phrase? :-)
REAL MOMS supervise hand washing so this doesn’t happen!
To REAL MOMS, this is heaven:
The two kids, playing quietly together. Of course, REAL MOMS know this lasts a total of 5, yes that's right, 5 seconds. But it's 5 beautiful seconds before the screaming, yelling and tug o war over whatever particular toy the fight will be over this time. We only have one toy in our house ya know.
REAL MOMs don’t cook, they coerce their hubby into taking the family out for pizza on a particularly warm spring like March Friday evening.
*vodka is a code word for caffeine in my house. No, really, it is. I NEVER crack open the vodka before noon. That would not be REAL MOM like at all. ;-)
This morning I woke up to find that Jay had already had a full day while the boys and I were sleeping. Here’s what was awaiting me in my email box:
I was sitting at my desk and flexed my foot, as I some times do to curl my toes up (even your toes need exercise). Well, every time I did this with my right foot it would hurt. “Don't do that!”, my foot said to me, “It hurts.” “But it should not hurt when I do that so it is puzzling me why it hurts” I said to my foot. No, it is not often that my foot and I have a conversation but this was one of those days when it was necessary. After doing it a few more times I decided to investigate, much to the happiness of my foot. Upon removing my shoe I went to scratch the top of my foot and noticed there was something there. It appeared to metal thus I was assuming I must have dropped a nail in my sock during one of my many manly repair things I do. I began to remove the object and realized it was a booby pin. (Ooops a Freudian slip I mean bobby pin). After a quick look to make sure there was no one around I quickly removed the object to a secure location so my manhood would not be questioned. No one was around so I was safe and my foot was happy to no longer be poked. However there is still some discomfort in my foot as it will not stop laughing at me for having the female item in my sock. It may be a long day.
Then a second email about a Thomas the Tank engine show that was supposed to come but apparently now isn’t:
The Thomas show no longer appears on Ticketmaster's website and does not exist on the ipsco place or brandt centre website either. I am guessing the show is no longer a go here in the queen city. Makes the decision of whether to go a whole lot easier. I am guessing we could spend the $150 on them another way. "A foot massage sounds good" says the foot. "It is for the kids not you now shush."
Guess what? The cupcakes. They were no problem to get through security. After all my worrying. NO PROBLEM.
The Air Canada guy that I asked tried to confiscate them though. But he was kidding. You should have seen my face. He felt bad after for teasing me. There should never be joking about taking cupcakes away from me, especially chocolate ones.
And I wore the same jeans and shoes through security and no worries. Didn't even beep once. Apparently the hotbed of bad guys come from hick townville where I live rather than the booming metropolis of Vancouver. Go figure. Learn something new everyday.
It was a fun and exhausting trip. We got our work done thanks to our team leader's exceptional organization skills. And I even had time to finish my regular weekend task reviewing Sunday afternoon. It turned out to be a necessity. I came down with the flu on my connecting flight Sunday night. I thought it had something to do with the fact that I neglected to take my Gravol until I got on the plane but I still felt awful when I woke up yesteday morning.
Thank goodness Jay could take the day off. I wouldn't have been reviewing yesterday, let me tell you.
I slept most of the day and managed to drag my butt out of bed to go to Jack's open house at school. Wouldn't have missed that for the world! He has ben a busy boy at school and he showed us all his creations. Way to go buddy, you make us proud!
Today I am better but still weak. No more trips for me for a long time. It's good to be home surrounded by my boys!
After having been practically strip searched at airport security like the common criminal that I am, I made the trek through various airports to Vancouver yesterday. Really, what can you wear through that metal detector that will not set off numerous alarms and warning bells such that you have the entire population of the airport watching as you are humiliated into having some stranger feel you up. Even my shoes and socks appear to have metal like properties, or at least the frisker seemed to think so, it beeped like a crazed lunatic when anywhere near them.
Nothing but good times, let me tell you. Jay and boys watched through the windows and had a good laugh at my expense. If I am nothing more, at least I am good entertainment.
Despite the cloudy gloom that normally surrounds the city, everything is green and it was beautifully warm. Being from where I am, I find any green outside in March really weird. How is it possible to have growing plants in the dead of winter? Well, I guess when you don’t regularly get -800 with the windchill, it is possible.
My cousin Angela, met me at the hotel and we hit Denman for some eats. A yummy Mexican restaurant was our first culinary stop and it was a good one. We both polished off a huge plate of enchiladas, refried beans and rice. It was ALL good! Next stop was a quick walk down to the beach after having stopped off at Cupcakes for some delectable take home goodies. I can see the gong show at airport security over that one.
“You have an unidentified cream that is not in a ziplock bag.”
“It’s icing. As in cake icing. Butter and sugar. There I identified it for you.”
“I am sorry m’am but you cannot take this through.”
Then they will proceed to eat the entire lot. Vanessa, Angela’s sister, requested the cupcakes so we’ll see if she gets them or not
Next stop, the crepe place. Oh. My. Goodness. It was like heaven on a plate. Light fluffy crepes filled with baked apples all topped with maple syrup. Yummy!
Then we topped the night off with a movie in my hotel room. Remember my experience with Taledega Nights? Well, The Good Shephard is a close second. It. Was. So. Long. Two and half hours. We think it’s about the beginnings of the CIA, but we are not sure. The plot is still a secret after having sat through the full painful two and half hours.
Yikes. I am having some serious bad luck with movies lately.
A is for age: 32 - though not for much longer – YIKES! 33 was OLD when I was 23
B is for beer of choice: Beer is not choice, now a nice frothy daiquiri… That’s what I am talking about!
C is for career right now: Crazy stressed stay at home mom trying to also work from home – DON’T try this at home folks!
D is for your dog's name? No dog, only two kids which is more than I can handle most days, thank you
E is for essential item you use everyday: Hmm, there are so many… lately it’s been coffee on account of the caffeine that keeps me going 100 miles an hour
F is for your favourite show right now: The Big Comfy Couch… oh you mean adult shows… hmmm can’t remember when I last watched TV…..but we did see The Big Comfy Couch live last night… it was a rockin’ time baby!
G is for favourite game: Trying not to yell at my kids… oh, you mean that’s NOT a game… I have to go call my therapist now….
H is for Home town: Home is where my family is both immediate and extended
I is for instruments you play: Does the world’s smallest fiddle count? I am really good at that
J is for favourite juice: OJ all the way… with a bit of vodka on those days I am playing my “game”
K is for whose butt you'd like to kick: MINE – wouldn’t that be a sight - I’ll film it if I ever have time to get around to it
L is for last place you ate: my desk while working
M is for marriage: It’s great, everyone should try it with the right person of course!
N is for your full name: Kamella Longstocking – and you thought it was just Kami ;-)
O is for overnight hospital stay: having babies and I hated staying there, me no sleep in a hospital – loved bringing home the babies though
P is for people you were with today: Just me and the boys
Q is for quote: “Christmas is coming….” As in hurry up, or Christmas will be here
R is for Biggest Regret: Being quick to judge far too many times to count
S is for status: MARRIED
T is for time you woke up today: about 8:00 – the usual – one of the perks of SAHM
V is for vegetable that you love: don’t love any vegetable, eat em ‘cause I gotta
W is for worst habit: quick to judge
X is for x-rays you've had: none
Y is for yummy food you ate today: BBQ’d chicken drumsticks ala Jay
I have been in a mood lately, hence the lack of action here. One I don’t particularly care for. I am generally a pretty upbeat person. Let’s face it, life is good. I’ve got more than anyone should to quote Ashlee.
Oops, is that really uncool to admit that I listen to Ashlee Simpson?
Oh well, too late. And actually her music puts me in a great mood. Okay, now I’ve got INXS playing on Itunes – that’s better! Don’t have Ashlee on here yet but that reminds me to do that before I head to Vancouver for work in a couple of weeks.
Anyway, the mood, me no like. Stupid things have been getting to me. Mostly my ego. I have faults, and I generally do no like to dwell on them. Mostly because it does no good, I try to look forward and strive for betterness… but lately I think I’ve been failing.
As I look back over the last year, there are things that I don’t like about myself. Things that I have done and especially things that I have said without knowing the whole story. I am quick to jump to judgment. My cousin said something one day that hit home. Not everyone thinks like you do. She wasn’t referring to me when she said it, but as she said I thought, Wow. SOOOO true.
I thought A LOT about this over the last few months and I realize that often when I say some of the things that I say I am really in defense mode. I get hurt easily. So when I say things that are really not nice and should probably never be said, I am sort of lashing out so that I can protect myself. If that makes any sense at all?
Lately the only things that have been giving me any satisfaction are my wonderful family, my work and a couple really excellent friends. I have been very busy with a project lately and it’s been really rewarding and I think mostly because I have felt needed and wanted. I guess I need that. My family always makes me feel that way and I feel the SAME about them. And the couple of really excellent friends, well they make me feel wanted and needed just as much as I want and need them.
Yesterday was a particularly gloomy day in my head… the mood exasperated itself for no obvious reasons. Kamden had a couple temper tantrums which is rather unusual for him. I get mad which makes me feel about two feet tall…. And when you are walking down the street with your screaming toddler in his stroller sans coat, you get a LOT of looks that make you feel even smaller……
I ran out of Mommy tricks to coax him into his outdoor gear to pick Jack up from school and we left the house at 3:28 pm…… NOT my idea of a great way to end the week.
Thank goodness for my Jackson Brown. He knew I was feeling crappy so he gave me lots of hugs. Makes me tear up right this moment – he is such a wonderful little guy and he’s all ours.
At 6:30 this morning I realized why I was in such a state yesterday… PMS! Hopefully things will start looking up. And I will continue to be a work in progress. Maybe part of the problem stems from the fact that I just have to accept that some people will never be good friends… no matter how hard I try. It’s best to stop trying so I can quit lashing out and still getting my ego hurt. If someone pushes away, you have to let them go.
I have a few excellent close friends and that’s the type of person I am and always have been. I don’t do casual acquaintances that well. It’s all or nothing with me….another one of my faults I guess, or maybe it’s just a characteristic?
I don’t know but I am going to focus on the fabulous people who are in my life right now and not those that choose not to be. Because they probably have a very good reason.