That’s right. I wrote for a different blog today. Sigh. I blogged for work. Today, I got paid to blog. Who knew that my affinity for word nerdiness would pay off?
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Training wheels: ON
Team colors: ON
Propensity to say things that make boy give you “the look”: ON, ON, ON
The day began with allergies and coffee and quickly turned into a learning experience. Initially, I did not want to go to the game. I was itchy and sniffly from the plight of allergies. When we arrived, my eyes took quickly to the act of pooling. As we pulled into the parking lot, I remarked that I would make a terrible soccer mom- at that moment, I thought how awful and boring it would be having to drag your kids around and egad, watch the games.
Interestingly enough, once we got on the field my feelings changed. Maybe it was the delightful overcast and cool feel of the air, but I soon decided it wasn’t so bad afterall.
I got to converse with other adults and bond over tormenting the children. I set out to teach the Boy a life lesson about dealing with embarrassment, but I ended up with a few life lessons of my own.
1) sitting on the side lines cheering on your kid and laughing at the other kids is kinda fun
2) people think I’m funny! I could totally rule the soccer mom club.
3) Hot, single soccer dads appear to be mythical creatures not unlike Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster; in fact, one soccer mom noted that in 15 years of soccer-momming she had not encountered a hot, single soccer dad. I did feel better about my state of disarray (ie. lack of personal hygiene) upon this revelation. I’m more of a yeti gal anyway.
Next time, I really am going to have a glittery sign or two. They’re for encouragement! or something that starts with an E.
Oak Park vs Winnetonka in the North Kansas City Soccer Tourney
Earlier this year I wrote that I was going to post as I was thought about it. This hasn’t happened. I have several drafts for things I’ve wanted to share, but haven’t. I haven’t felt like I had the right words. I’ve questioned how people will react. I’ve wondered about making people uncomfortable.
Recently, I read a post by on Copyblogger.com called “How to Stop Making Yourself Crazy with Self-Editing” by Sean D’Souza. The main idea I took away was that we need to stop editing so much and just write. Isn’t that how they say we get better? Isn’t that one of the main themes in any creative writing class? Write.
You work on exercises to stretch your brain. You open up your imagination, heart, and you have no time to edit.
They call this stream of consciousness. I’ve been watching the Emmy’s and tweeting my opinions. I’m a little upset that Neil Patrick Harris lost to Jon Cryer and that Jim Parsons lost to Alec Baldwin. In fact, Jim Parsons became (and still is) a trending topic on Twitter but most of the comments are junk. NPH is hosting with some crap material but he’s still good. Jimmy Fallon is hilarious.
9pm and it feels like 10pm Sunday night.
Let me go back to the beginning of today. I awoke and shortly after a heard my phone ding- yes, I keep it by my bed (it’s my alarm! and what if I wake up and can’t sleep and feel like getting on Facebook or Twitter? or texting? or checking my email? and well, it’s my clock so I know how much sleep I’m not getting) Boys don’t like this about me. (it was before 7am so I figured it was Tammi because no one else is awake and texting me that early- usually.) It turns out the text was from my dad. Suffice it to say (trite!) I was surprised, but in a nice way. The highlights of our text conversation where his joke when I told him I had exciting news (me: I’m buying a house. Him: that’s better than being pregnant – indeed Dad, indeed!) and when I told him I’d just email him since his phone was dying and he LOLed at me.
Lately I’ve been telling people and myself to “step back.” Pull yourself out of the moment and really look at the whole situation. Imagine, my dad texting me and us having a fun conversation. My mom has been trying to text lately as have Tammi’s parents. Anyhow, I followed up with a cup of coffee and getting to the coffee shop on time and securing our table! Coffee was exceptionally fun today with upbeat banter and adult humor and friends.
You know what, if this is growing up, then I say, thank God.
Today I contemplate the act of growing up. In less than a month, I will be closing on my first home purchase. It’s a big step. I spent quality time at Home Depot yesterday pricing out items for repair and upgrades and diligently put them in a spreadsheet with appropriate column segmentation. I am gleeful when I exclaim, “Wanna see my paint chips?!” Yes, like a small child… I am pleased with myself. I am ready to devote my time to the responsibility of home ownership. Have you heard of the term “sweat equity?” Yes, I am actually excited about physical labor. Well, I’m excited about finding some help with the transportation and lifting of several bags of rocks. So, really, I will probably be doing the supervising and paying in appreciation (hahaha, great pun, right?) and food and beverages. But I might break a sweat in the kitchen or when shelling out the money.
When I was 5 I was in love with the Care Bears. (yay Tender Heart!) I can still watch Care Bears Movie II and enjoy it. As I thought about what I was going to write today, the first two things that popped into my head were the Growing Up song from Care Bears Movie II and the fact that I’m taking another step in the series of adult decisions. They represent two similar (yet different) stages in life. I’m not entirely sure when and how the brain just changes the way it does. I really had a lot of fun being a wild and crazy party girl for a while but it always conflicted with another side of me. As I embrace my “other side” I realize I’m growing.
What else is left on the list of growing up tasks?
I better keep growing up so I can continue to provide sage life lessons to The Boy.
Tut-tut turtledove, don’t you fret.
Well Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson started a crazy trend with their damn movie, didn’t they? (yes, they did) On Kathy Griffin’s “My Life on the D List” she asks her aging (though spry) mother to complete a bucket list and then proceeds to fulfill it. Her list included meeting Stefanie Powers, visiting a vineyard, and perhaps the crowning jewel is when she meets Betty White.
For those of you who don’t know, a bucket list is a “to-do” list before you die.
My list does not include Betty White, but it certainly includes …
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