feeling brave, feeling bold

You know that moment where you look at your five circus clowns and see that, oh my goodness, four of them are grown ups, adults who drive and work and vote and you managed to nurture and care for them without maiming or damaging or killing them because they are fully grown ADULTS! Sure that fifth one is still a kid, fast approaching adolescence complete with eye rolls and exasperated sighs that he has already perfected. There’s still the chance of messing up with the parenting but four out of five. That’s pretty good. That’s like 80%.

I wonder what it would be using Common Core math? No, I really don’t.

But, yeah, I’m feeling like I am pretty good at nurturing and caring for living things right now. If the kids aren’t proof enough there is this cactus plant.

Ignore it for for months and months because you kind of forgot about it sitting on top of that bookcase and what does it do? It flowers and grows and it’s pretty.

And so feeling brave, feeling bold, I pick up some houseplants because I have a great track record caring for living things. How hard can it be to care for more?

Yeah, I’m a little worried too.

 

waiting room readings

Living the life of the juggling mom means sometimes waiting…in the school pickup queue, at dance or tumbling practice, in doctors’ offices, the orthodontist, in hospital waiting rooms, at the drugstore waiting for prescriptions to be filled…and on and on and on. Being the practiced mom who juggles and often hurries up to wait for a length of time I am prepared with a book on the Kindle, some favorite news apps, Words with Friends and, of course, social media. Yes, sometimes I wait for what seems like a long time…sometimes too long.

Waiting as usual earlier this week, I distracted myself with social media because nothing distracts me from waiting and sometimes worrying more than I should than what friends and family post on Facebook because I love the kids’ updates, quizzes, cat videos and “Vaguebook” status updates. What I mostly saw Monday is what quickly became viral and was all over my news feed this news story of a pregnant beggar with a boy driving off in a Mercedes.

:::cue the Facebook angry mob with torches and pitchforks:::

Oh dear…

Something about this story reminded me of another story from earlier this year…what was it?…Oh, yes! The woman who drove her Mercedes to pick up Food Stamps.

Legit or scam, we see a panhandler or someone paying for groceries with an EBT card or Food Stamps or WIC coupons we are definitely noticing what they have or don’t have and we are judging and then we post our judgements on Facebook because everyone needs to know the young mother with the iPhone has no right to be buying groceries with WIC, especially when she has a 2 liter bottle of soda and a box of cookies in that basket. God help her if she has acrylic nails or is wearing what appear to be Uggs. Oh, and hell no, if she is seen getting into a late model car. Of course we can judge and decide what poor people should or should not have because, why not? We’re good people. We’re good, hard working, God-fearing people with jobs.

Well it turns out that the pregnant lady in the San Diego area is very likely a scam and thank goodness ABC10news is on the case to expose the Benz Beggar. But for every fraud there are countless people out there whose need is very much legit. We might see the Mercedes or the manicure or the iPhone or any material possession that we decide is something a poor person should not have and decide that this is a scam. Perhaps it is a scam. Perhaps not. Perhaps there is more to their story than we care to even try to discover.

Just saying.

Oh, and this.

Yes, I saw this too on my Facebook timeline that afternoon.

photo dump, the it’s your birthday edition

Today my poor, forgotten middle child is celebrating a milestone birthday which is a very big deal…except for the fact she has managed to get served in the past. I can’t believe no one has ever questioned that fake ID of hers. Then again, no one ever questioned mine back in the day. But as I do with every birthday celebration of each and every one of my darling circus clowns, I get all sentimental and nostalgic searching through old pictures and files of when they were my babies because…OMG, my babies have grown up much, much too fast!!! But this time I am enjoying more the sisters and brother sharing old pictures and memories and perhaps revealing secrets that I imagine my darling Abigael Rose wishes were not revealed.

I watched you come into this world and proceed to make life your bitch.

Her sister’s right; and all the while she managed to look like a sweet, little angel who couldn’t possibly be making life her bitch.

That, my friends takes skillz, real skillz.

And having sisters always by your side sharing good times and bad times…

and adventures…so many adventures…with bad hair and costumes.

Don’t forget your brother who is always your friend.

21 years ago today the world became an even more awesome place because this young lady was born. Lucky world! That, my darling forgotten middle child is why you can never, ever be forgotten.

Happy birthday my wonderful Abigael Rose! I promise not to tell anyone that you still sleep with Baby and sometimes suck your thumb.

 

 

the people have spoken and, hallelujah, we have been heard

You don’t honestly think that I am talking about the results of the mid-term elections this past Tuesday? Please tell me that you know I’m not talking about that?

Honestly!

One-third of the American people who are eligible to vote turned Congress red and legalized pot and raised the minimum wage in several states and the District of Columbia. We’re going to have so much fun with that.

Right?!

No, I’m not talking about elections and politics and red versus blue. I’m talking about coffee because it is blood.

When the perkiest barista told me that Starbucks wasn’t going to be bringing back MY holiday drink…the one that signals that it is time play Christmas music…the one that is one of many reasons why I participate in the Runner’s World Holiday Run Streak…the one that is oh so delicious and sometimes even more so spiked with a little brandy…the Eggnog Latte…I was truly disappointed.

I would have gotten really angry except for the fact she is so damn cute and perky and happy. Customers can’t help but love this barista, true story.

But I didn’t stop complaining because as much a some people love their Pumpkin Spiced Lattes (bleeccchhhh!) I loves my Eggnog Latte.

And clearly the voices of many like-minded people have been heard.

Thank goodness!

 

 

 

 

this week’s photo dump

Feeling lazy…fighting hard against Bill’s nasty cold that he picked up after our trip to Texas that everyone else is succumbing to…thinking that I have way too much to say and not really wanting to say much of anything at all…I’m just going to dump another slide show on y’all.

Yes, I’m running more again and I am thinking seriously about running the Modesto Half…the one I couldn’t run three years ago. No, I still don’t have a place to hang all those race medals from all of those other half marathons that I ran three or four years ago. But I do have these new, sweet compression tights which proved to be AMAZING on their inaugural 5 miler.

Yes, I am THAT mom who sent her son to school with mismatched socks. In my defense, it was Spirit Week and yes, one day was Mismatched Socks Day.

But the next day was NOT Dirty Face and Un-brushed Teeth Day. Twelve is such a wonderful, kind of scummy age. Yes, I am THAT mom who didn’t notice this until he leaned over to kiss me goodbye at the drop-off. I don’t imagine that he will forgive me for the spit bath I gave him anytime soon. That’s okay.

Halloween came the next day and that trauma was soon forgotten. This happens to be the first year where an older sister wasn’t using him as her trick or treat beard…er, I mean volunteering to take him trick or treating which meant even more candy for him and his new neighbor and friend here. Do you know how awesome it is to have a friend your age living on your street and who likes doing the same things you do? Daniel says it is definitely awesome.

And while Daniel was haunting the neighborhood, some sisters were busy making adventures of their own.

Nieces too.

Fallon’s very first flight, from San Francisco to Atlanta.

Where she and Hazel rocked it as the flower girls.

Hard!

Meanwhile, you know that Halloween drinking game everyone was playing this year?

Major fail here under The Big Top.

Two Elsas and one Anna.

A good thing since I voted while passing out candy.

Then there was the end to Daylight Saving for this year. For some of us it was hard…really hard!

As for me, driving home from SFO late tonight, after picking up my daughter, her husband and their wonderful, little flower girls, I am thankful for that extra hour. Yes, as a matter of fact, there is wine in that cup.