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Do not hooray!

  Ok everyone Listen up This is what I’ve learned .. We were young and naive back in 2019. We were all like “bring on a new decade”!  We were ready for the new roaring 20’s. And then 2020 brought us a shit show and we said  Ok- it’s over. It can’t get any worse. Good bye 2020 and good riddance. Bring on 2021. You know what? I didn’t say that. I didn’t want 2021. Because I’m clairvoyant. Or I don’t like to jinx myself. Or because my other shoe is constantly dropping. But join me, will you?  Join me in the land of pessimism just for a little while because this optimism crap has gotten us nowhere. Just hear me out. Just until mid January (or July )no one say “Bring on 2022”! No one say things like “2022 has got to be better than 2021”  or  “it can’t get any worse” because we all know that it can.  So let’s just tip toe quietly. Hold off on the horns and party hats. Celebrate quietly if you must and give a middle finger to 2021 at midnight; but do not say ...

Holidays

  I have very few things that I’m addicted to. I don’t smoke. I barely drink. Don’t do drugs. Diet Coke, chocolate and Xmas hallmark channel movies are really my only vices. So to say that Im now 3 weeks in having not touched a drop of Diet Coke, since the age of 15, is huge. Did I say since the age of 15?  That’s 38 years. (I’ll wait while you pick your jaws off the floor.. doing the math realizing my age !) My DR has been pushing me for years to get off of it and I’m on this new med for my migraines -which actually makes all carbonated drinks taste flat and gross (I know- crazy ass side effect. But- the reason why I’m not drinking Diet Coke currently.  And yes, it’s not an easy habit to break after 38 years of daily - sometimes - twice- or thrice ) As Jews, we mostly spend our Christmas going to the  movies and eating Chinese food.  We debated between eve and day for the Chinese and chose day (meaning night) and no movies this year because nothing sounds worse...

Goodbye 2021

   Memory on my blog came up today from the end of 2020 saying “bring on 2022. Yea- that’s not a typo”. Somehow, my psychic ability superpowers kicked in and I knew that 2021 was not going to be the year that we suddenly stopped zooming and cursing mask wearing.  My husband is still working daily out of our “playroom”,  my high schoolers our still wearing masks to school and my dog; that we got during covid, still has no idea what it’s like to have an empty house for longer than two hours. Things I’ve loved about this whole thing?  1) Let’s hear it for virtual doctor visits. Nothing better than clicking into my physician from the comfort of my couch, not having to navigate a parking garage and no paper johnnies. Bonus all around.  2) Although I’m over the masks I don’t mind them when running into Target and am not in the mood to A) put on make up B) see anyone /make small talk C) smile That’s it.  There is no more.  I’m over lack of food supply (cream...

Band concerts

It’s that time of year. Parents everywhere are racing to find black pants and white button downs that fit their kids (because most certain they have outgrown the ones they wore last year at this time). Drop off is 30 minutes prior so we sit in our car, looking at our phones, wasting time until the one parent decides they will start the trend… They open their door to make their way towards the auditorium door.  And so it begins. Car doors slam. Grandparents shuffle out. Siblings moan and groan. We all walk inside trying to figure out which is the best seat in the house. I consider myself a professional at this point so DH and I don’t even discuss.  We head up to our designated seats. And right on time- The highschool band concert begins. Phones everywhere start recording (which is kind of comical to look around the room at) but we have  come a long way since the third grade recorder concert and hot cross buns.  These kids have a lot of talent and props to the music di...

Sunday public service announcement

  I know I’ve discussed this before and perhaps and it’s an indicator to myself that I need to stop reading unnamed popular parenting group page but here I am- once again- ranting about it. “I cannot post this on my own page so I post on this page because it’s a big secret . Here is a pic of my son and future daughter in law. He’s about to propose in two weeks”. “I would never be able to put this on my own page but I need advice on an Xmas gift for my daughters boyfriend who we absoloutely despise” “My son is having major anxiety in school right now over his friend group and being excluded. His best friends mother is a good friend of mine and the friend is being an ass to my son” PEOPLE!  WAKE. THE. HELL. UP. This unnamed parenting support group has over 215k followers.  I’m pretty sure that at least one is bound to know you (or at least know of you). Do I need to tell you what I tell my teenaged children?  If you don’t want certain others to see it then it shouldn’t...