Friday, November 26, 2010

Give Thanks, and All Your Money

I have personally never been one to rush out on Black Friday and go shopping.  The thought of thousands of people moshing over 100 twenty dollar television sets just does not appeal to me;  I do however understand why many people engage in the tradition.

I mean if you are a true shopper and being trampled by stampedes of other aggravated shoppers doesn't bother you, or if you have a lot of shopping to do and like a "good deal" then I suppose it is the perfect occasion for you.  Yep, get out of your warm bed and wait in line in the freezing cold at 4am and we'll give you this awesome Furby!!!!

Personally, I don't get it.

Where are you going with this Anne?  We really don't care that you don't like shopping?  What is a Furby?

The reason I am bringing this up is because I feel as though this tradition, this so called "holiday,"  has gotten a bit out of hand.  A few years ago you would see ads about stores opening at 6am with once in a lifetime deals.  Then it was 4am with even better deals and the chance to actually be killed at Wal Mart.  I was like, ok, not for me, but if you want to get up go for it.

Years pass and stores, feeling as though they need to up the anti begin opening at midnight or 10pm ON THANKSGIVING.  Now, this year I am seeing multiple stores advertising that they are open all of Thanksgiving Day and are offering such great deals that you would be a fool to actually spend time with your family and pass them up.

Here is why it bothers me.  Not only are we already spending less and less time together, in the flesh, interacting with our families and loved ones, but for god's sake, do we really need to buy more shit at an even lower price just so we have MORE CRAP around to cloud what is really important.

People are important, pets are important, basic needs that include interacting with your family and sharing a meal are important.  The 75 dollar sweater that you bought for 10 dollars is not worth the time you wasted away from the table, the conversation, the love.  That sweater may keep you warm, but it does nothing for your heart or soul.

Now I am not saying that shopping is terrible or buying gifts for family and friends is some horrible idea that I am above in some way.  All I am saying is think about why you are buying these things and at what cost they truly come.  Would your grandmother be happier with a visit and some time to share memories, or the cashmere gloves?

This Thanksgiving I hope all of you were surrounded by warmth, love, plentiful tables and rich conversation. Take some time to think about what you are truly thankful for and you may surprise yourself at just how much you come up with.

I personally am thankful that I was able to keep down the immense amount of food I ate last night.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Overwhelmed

On this day of Thanksgiving I can't help but feel a little overwhelmed at all I have to be thankful for.  I try to give thanks and tell those around me how much I love them all year, but there is something about the actual holiday that makes me pause and take it all in. 

I truley couldn't ask for more.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

The Woman in Black

I love to wear black, in fact, I am wearing an all black get up right now.  I'm not quite sure why, but I have always favored the color.  When I walk into a store I am immediately drawn to black items.  Black shirts, black jackets, black shoes, black underwear, black heart.  Just saying.

All the fashionistas on television say that people who wear black are hiding something, afraid to draw attention to themselves, just wanting to fade into the background.  While that is true of me on some occasions, I would not say that it accurately describes why I like to wear black. 

Regardless, I have been fighting this affliction for some time now, trying to purchase bright, cheerful colors to mix into my wardrobe.  I'll want the black one, but buy the pretty green one instead only to have it end up in the same place, the back of the closet. 

I have decided that I am over it, done, sick of wasting money; I am black inside and out.  I'll mix it up with gray or white and maybe even some darker colors if you are lucky, but lets just get it out on the table so there is no further discussion.  I like black, not because it is slimming though that doesn't hurt it's case. 

Check out the legend Johnny Cash singing Man In Black.  He says it far better than I ever could.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

It's Mine Now


Our friends visited a while ago with their toddler daughter whom Abner followed around all weekend like it was his job.  She forgot her paci, the picture explains the rest.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

An ode to moms

Maybe you remember my olive oil story form a while ago.  Well, it got me thinking about all the things that moms/wives do that go unnoticed.*  Now, let me say for the record that I am not complaining about all the things I do or trying to get some sort of acknowledgment.

I genuinely like caring for my home and all of it's inhabitants, some days more than others, yes, but all the same, I enjoy it.  I also feel as though I must go on record that Ryan is very good about thanking me for many thankless jobs and letting me know how much he appreciates having clean, ironed shirts for work each day.

So...

As a kid it was so easy.  You never thought about how the food got to your house or who prepared it or served it, you just ate it.  You didn't stop to wonder who cleaned your messes or did your laundry or packed your lunch.  You just made more messes, created more laundry (I think I remember changing my clothes 3-4 times a day at one point, just for fun) and went about your life.

Then, as you got a little bit older, you took on a few more responsibilities like making your bed or cleaning your room and it was SO HARD.  What! I have to wake up AND make my bed?  My life sucks!

With each passing year, new chores and new responsibilities but, and I feel like an asshole for saying this, no new respect for all the hard work my mom did.  I still assumed a fairy of some sort did all the dirty work.  The realization didn't come until much later.  But now that I have it, I feel like I could say thank you every day of the rest of my life and STILL not communicate how much I appreciate all that she did. 

I know that I used to make little comments and get frustrated with my mom over how clean she liked the house but now I realized why she took the job so seriously.  It wasn't just about keeping a clean house or preparing healthy meals, it was about taking care of and respecting your home and your body. 

And when I scrub the toilet or wipe down the frickin' stainless steel refrigerator door for the 5 millionth time  TODAY I know that I am doing it because I appreciate and respect that I have a clean toilet and a refrigerator.  I don't have to use a hole dug in the ground or worry about where my next meal is coming from. 

I know I drive Ryan crazy sometimes, well, all the time with my constant wiping and cleaning and nagging. And I know that some day my kids are going to roll their eyes and mumble under their breath how annoying mom is and how crazy she is and why do I have a stupid whole wheat sandwich with organic vegetables, I want a Lunchable damn it.  But I also hope they know this; to me thoughtful cleanliness IS love and no matter how much you bitch while I'm doing it. 

I remember my mom telling me a story about a gentleman whose wife had recently passed away.  He was expressing how much he missed her and then he said, "You know, I never realized that you can actually run out of clean underwear until my wife passed away." 

It is so true.  Sometimes it is the things that go unnoticed when they are there, that you miss the most when they are gone.

* Yes, I am aware that men can do all of these things as well.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Like a Hippo in a Bikini

I know my posts have been kind of lite and cheesy lately, and I do apologize, I'm just not going to fix it, not today anyway. I promise a good one is coming soon.

Now on with the fluff.

When Abner was a baby we bought him a little bed to curl up in.  He quickly outgrew it and it was put in "dog storage" along with is tiny sweaters, tiny collars and tiny elf hat, yeah I said elf hat.  He was tortured from an early age. 

A few days ago I was throwing away a bunch of shit sorting through some things that I don' t need but keep anyway because you never know when you might need a rock that you must have thought was really cool when you found it...12 years ago.  Among the rocks, random pillowcases, scraps of fabric and not yet started paint my numbers, I found a big box of dog stuff.

Cute toys that Abner chewed up but I didn't have the heart to throw away, a little coat that I made him when I first got him that he fit into for 2 days before outgrowing, and his little bed.  I was going to donate it but then I thought Georgia may like it so I put it out on the chair she likes to sleep on in hopes that she would curl up in it and not on the chair that I have to vacuum EVERY DAMN DAY.

I'm telling you, if I got paid to vacuum I'd be one rich woman.

Anyway, I put the bed on the chair and immediately Abner was drawn to it.  He jumped up and sniffed it and looked at me like ummm, why does this smell like me?  He then proceeded to knock it to the floor, dig around in it for a bit and move on to bigger and better things, like chewing a stick INSIDE because it tastes so much better if you chew it on the carpet rather than the cement outside.

About 30 minutes later when I was doing my every 30 minute check to make sure Abner hasn't killed himself, I happened upon this...

 Could he be any cuter?  Or more pathetic.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Crying in the Rain

If you keep up with this blog then you have some idea of how techno Lilly is about her feet.  It would take all day to explain, so in short, no wet grass, no gravel, no crunchy leaves, no puddles, no touching, lots of licking!

There, now we are all caught up.

What you may not be aware of though, is how long she can hold her pee and poop if it is raining and her precious feet could get wet by going out.  I'm talking ALL DAY AND NIGHT epic marathon pee holding to the point that she looks uncomfortable.  She must have a bladder the size of an elephants and when she finally pees it takes her so long to empty her bladder that here legs start shaking from crouching so long.  Pathetic!

Not that I have ever had shaky legs while holding myself above the toilet seat, balancing my purse and maybe a martini; neither of which I would set on the floor. 

Guys, women set their purses on the floor in public restrooms all the time. Have you seen this?  I want to knock on the stall door and be like, excuse me, have you ANY idea how disgusting that is.  You probably go home and put your purse on the kitchen counter, don't you.

Anyway, it has been raining all day here and had been HOURS since Lilly had been out so Ryan decided the only way to get her to go was to carry her outside and escort her.

Internet, I give you P. Lilly and her manslave

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Enjoying the Season

You might think that capturing Abner rolling around on a strangers grass during a walk was uncommon but no, he does it nearly every day.  He usually does it more when he is hot and it goes a little something like this. 

Run to the end of my leash and then put my head down and let my fat little body flop on the the grass and then roll around snorting for a few minutes until I get up and do it again...and again.


It seriously cracks me up.  I have never seen a dog roll around on random strangers lawns before, never.  To be fair, I have also never seen a dog chase dragonfly shadows, but I digress.