Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Mommy Voice & I Kissed a Girl

That's what I call it. And it drives me absolutely bat-shit crazy!

I know my child ignores the first two words out of my mouth, so I find myself saying stop ... Stop ... STOP! Or Sage ... Sagggeee ... SAGE! I hate it and I can't seem to stop.

Kind of like when you get a song stuck in your head that you can't stand but you keep finding yourself singing it. I always find myself singing "I kissed a girl and I liked it, tastes like her cherry chapstick ..." Great Gods, I hate that song. Nonetheless, at least three or ONE THOUSAND times a day, I find myself singing that damn song to myself. And why cherry chapstick? Is there some kind of underlying meaning to the cherry chapstick? Like she busted her "kissing a girl" cherry with this particular girl and the "cherry chapstick" is a play on words.

I don't know why, but that song just irritates the shit out of me. Please. Someone find me a different annoying song to have playing in my head at all times of the day.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

I Can't Think About it Now

... I'll go crazy if I do. I'll think about it tomorrow."

So, why am I quoting Scarlett O'Hara? Other than this is pretty much the attitude I have all of the time now! Because really, I can't really deal with everything that goes on in my life and I must choose my battles one at a time or I will lose my ever loving mind.

But no, that is not why I am quoting Scarlett in all of her southern glory. The reason for the quote is my child. I think she is channeling Vivienne Leigh at her best. My precious little daughter has started to become a major DRAMA QUEEN.

She is very willful and definitely has a mind of her own. So much so, that she is starting to drive me a little crazy. When she isn't channeling Vivienne Leigh, she is a dwarf-sized incarnation of Hitler. If I tell her that she is not allowed to do something ... she will do it anyway, and make sure to laugh at me and let me know that she doesn't care that I have told her no. It has gotten so bad that I decided that I didn't care how long it was going to take, I was going to make sure that she did not do what I had forbid her from doing. By the end of our 45 minute stand-off, I didn't even remember what she had been doing to begin with. All I knew was that I was bone-weary from having to physically restrain her.

She screamed at me so much, in her rage, that she gave herself a headache. After all was said and done, she crawled up into my lap to tell me that she was sorry and with all of the flair of Miss Scarlett O'Hara herself, she flung back against me, placed the back of her hand to her forehead and said "Mommy ........ I have SUCH a headache."

Monday, July 07, 2008

Food Network's Next Biggest Star ...

Bite me! You suck.

Bring Shane back and send that whiney little Chelsea home.
And you kept Adam? He's cooked two, count them TWO, palatable
dishes since this competition started.

Oh, Food Network, how I hate you right now!

Saturday, July 05, 2008

Family Traditions

I put in a small garden this year and at least once a day, I go out and gush over the fact that I am growing my own food to feed my family. My PopPop instilled a love for gardening in me at a very young age and I loved to go out into his garden and pick a tomato from the vine, eating it on the spot.

I take Sage out every evening and point things out to her and tell her that things will continue to grow bigger and once they are ripe, we can pick them and eat them. She's been pretty patient to date, but she couldn't take it any longer when we went out this morning. So ... she had fresh peas off of the vine for breakfast. There were only about six or seven pods that were ready to pick and I brought them in a shucked them for her. She gobbled them down and is still running around asking for more.

It is my wish, to instill the same love of gardening into her that my PopPop had instilled in me at such a young age. His garden has been gone for more years than I can count, but I can still close my eyes and see the rows upon rows of produce that he grew. I can still see him meticulously checking each vine and making the decision whether he should leave something for the next day, or pick it now, to make sure that he obtained the perfection that was in each fruit or vegetable. My mouth waters thinking of his tomoatoes.

Memories are a wonderful thing to have. Passing a tradition along to your child/children is even more wonderful. Maybe one day, Sage will be in the garden with her children and have the same type of memories that I have.