Saturday, December 29, 2012

What was that?

One of the most hilarious things about having a 2 year old is how he takes every thing I say out of context. Last night he wanted a candy cane that my step son left in the kitchen. I don't normally like for Baby C to eat that much sugar but I could tell it was going to turn into a battle of wills. I broke off a small piece and he promptly began to make his Klingon face while he began to chew it.

I told him "suck on it" hoping that all the sugar wouldn't remain in his teeth. I don't know if he didn't understand what I was saying or if he was just choosing to ignore me, but he kept chewing and gave me his "you're crazy, lady" stare.

Fast forward to dinner time. We were eating meatloaf. The kid normally can't get enough of any sort of meat product so I was shocked when he protested and didn't want to eat. He looked straight at me and said "suck on it".

That was the last thing in the world I was expecting to hear. Now when your kid says something outrageous I know you are NOT supposed to laugh. But after the 3rd time of him yelling "suck on it", my husband and I burst into laughter.

I guess I'll have to watch my phrasing in the future.

Thursday, December 27, 2012

The good, bad and ugly of discount wine sites

I love shopping and the only thing I love more than shopping is getting a good deal. I thought I'd share some of my most and least favorite sites.

1) wineshopper.com - I love this site! They are affiliated with wine.com so I'm sure they have enough volume to warrant free shipping on orders over $100. They have lots of specials and daily emails to those who subscribe, so it's easy to make sure you get all the juicy discounts.

2) lot18.com -the one thing about ordering random wine online is that I hate ordering really expensive random wine online that sucks. I really have a hard time cooking with expensive wine that was a great big bummer. I haven't ordered from this site, but my brother in law has and he loves it. None of their sale emails have moved me enough to actually place an order. Might be worth a shot.

3) woot.com has a wine section that's sort of hit or miss. I got an awesome deal on a case of Summerland wine, but sometimes the wine looks like it's one step up from yellow tale. Still... It's a good site to check every now and then for a good deal.

4) invino.com-I have sort of a long story about this website. Here's the short version. I found a 3 pack that looked interesting and was about $30 bucks off retail. That same day I happened to find a coupon on Totsy.com for $50 bucks worth of wine for $25. So, I jumped on it. Turns out, that for that particular coupon, only several wines were the option...  and the 3 pack I was looking at was not included. The wines looked... well, just ok. I went for it an bought 2 wines that totaled $50. Then I noticed the $10 buck shipping. Sigh... I hate paying for shipping. The wines were mediocre. There was one cab that was very heavy and ended up giving me a hangover (with a glass and a half). I don't know that I'll be shopping there again.

These are just a few of the wines discounters that I have shopped at. Anyone else have any amazing wine discount sites they would like to share?

Reinventing me

I had an "ah ha" moment the other day. (I hate that phrase. It sounds like I was an idiot before but now I'm a genius.) My son had to have a surgery right before Christmas and it got me thinking about my own mortality and life in general.

I was in the grocery store and thought to myself ... What if today was my last day on earth? Could I say that I lived life to the fullest and did my best each day?

The thought has stayed with me. I want to lose that pesky 15 pounds. I want to fulfill my dream of having my own company, I want to be more happy than sad, mad or otherwise each day. So here we go... new year, new opportunity. I can hardly wait to see what the future holds.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Surprising weekend

This weekend I had a meltdown. A big one. I lost my Mom almost 7 years ago. She wasn't only my Mom... she was my best bud. A lot of people don't even like their parents, I, however adored my mother.

Holidays stir up the weirdest emotions in me. I thought that maybe time would bring some closure, some perspective, some healing. The reality is that some days, time hasn't healed a thing. I'm still motherless, I still miss her and I'm still dealing with ... well, how to deal, really.

Fast forward to Thursday, Turkey Day. I'd been thinking about my mother all day... what would we have been doing.... what would we be cooking... how would my life be different on that day if she weren't dead. It's a slippery slope because no matter how hard you think of where your life would have been, it isn't there. She's still dead, I'm I'm still sad.

I was doing just fine until my Dad mentioned something about her in passing. And I felt it coming, like a wave clobbering me and holding me under, I started to sob. Not just a trail of a tear or sniffle. I'm talking about uncontrollable sobbing that comes with an ugly looking cry face. Yes, I was hysterical.

What's even more surprising about the sobbing was that someone came over to where I was eating dinner (or should I say "sobbing in my dinner), someone I don't know terribly well, and gave me something I haven't experienced in a while... compassion.

Not sympathy, not pity, not that sad pouty lip with your head cocked to the side but pure compassion for the fact that I was having a hard time. She told me to feel whatever I'm feeling that moment. As I understood it: not to apologize for what I was going through that very moment.

I haven't experienced compassion in a while. I've gotten so used to people pitying my situation or telling me it'll be alright that I'd forgotten what it was like to heard that it's ok to be sad, or mad, or hysterical over Thanksgiving dinner because my Mom isn't here to share it with me.

And for that... I'm thankful.


Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Guns and Yoga

I'm busy. I'm a working Mom running around with her hair on fire every day. That being said, I try to multi task. I do the dishes after dinner while my son watches Thomas the train. My kitchen is clean, he's  happy watching his buddy Thomas the Train... everyone's happy.

It occurred to me tonight that maybe I multi-task too much. I was doing yoga, getting centered while watching Sons of Anarchy, when I suddenly realized that maybe doing one thing at a time might be a good thing. Maybe watch Sons of Anarchy first and then get centered?

Friday, November 9, 2012

We're not all Ken and Barbie


The other day I was talking with a co-worker about how I'm trying to lose those wretched 10 pounds and my husband is working on his tummy. The guy looked at me, shrugged, and said "well, we're not all Ken and Barbie". Amen, brother, we AREN'T all Barbie and Ken. 

It was one of those ah-hah moments!

Yea, I may watch the Real Housewives for entertainment but I'm certainly not one of them. I have a full time job and would rather spend time watching Thomas the Train with my son than work out. Those are the times that I cherish. I may still have those 10 pounds that I struggle with, but I have fulfilling relationship and a husband that I love more than my luggage. 

I'm embracing my newfound confidence and pride with a glass of Malbec. Cheers and goodnight!

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Sharing and caring day


My husband called me this morning, which generally means something is lost or he’s having a hard morning. I get into the office before him so my husband handles drop offs and I handle pick up. I could tell right away he was annoyed. Our son was just moved to the pre-school class at daycare and this is his first full week.

Apparently, when my husband dropped him off this morning, we didn’t have something to share for “caring and sharing day” (no joke). I would like to point out that my son is 2… he turned 2, 2 months ago. We’re lucky if he comes home with socks on and she wants him to bring something for caring and sharing day?

My thoughts are (in no particular order):
1)      I barely have time to get my tush out the door in the morning much less remember to bring a quasi-special item that he can bring to caring and sharing day, but not something SO special that if it’s lost it will result in tears, whining and loss of sleep.
2)      When did pre-school become some important? He’s 2, honestly he’s not going to remember caring and sharing day.
3)      What if we don’t feel like sharing?

After my husband told me that preschool teacher informed him that he really should read the bumblebee manual, detailing sharing and caring day, my blood pressure really got up. I did something I probably should have done. I called the school and asked the teacher if there was a problem. The last thing I wanted to do was cause trouble, but seriously... caring and sharing day is something that requires giving my husband shit? We can't leave Elmo at home and do without the meltdowns after some other kid brings home his Elmo accidentally? And my son is 2, how much can he share, really?

Why is it that I'm paying over $1k a month in daycare and still have to worry about sharing day? Can't I just drop off my son knowing that he's going to a nice clean environment where he'll be taken care of? Sheesh... And bah humbug (I'm getting ready for Christmas early this year).