Get Busy

Hi, my name is Stephanie and it has been over two months since my last blog post.

Wow. That's an eternity in the blog world.

Here's the thing, I have never let this blog be something I HAD to do; I blog when motivated, and don't when I'm not (or when life gets in the way). As a result, its ebb and flow can be inconsistent, at best.

And, when life gets in the way -- that's not all bad, right? As Ellis Boyd Redding ('Red') says, "Get busy livin' or get busy dyin'."

I know my kids have provided copious amounts of blog fodder in the last two months, but, for now, here's what I've got:

Recently, upon being asked (by me) why Princess was being unkind to her brother, she replied: "Because I'm being a bucket dipper, and NOT a bucket filler."
Right. But the whole point of teaching you that phrase was so that you would, in fact work to fill the buckets of others.

While on a visit to Gramma and Grampa's, Little Man had something that Princess wanted (pretty sure the thing in question was even hers). Princess, frustrated, mustered something along the lines of, "GIMME IT!!" To which Little Man paused for a second, then looked at her, and calmly replied with, "You know, (sister), there's a nicer way to ask."
Wonder where he picked up that little gem? Probably from the same place he picked up the whole hands on his hips thing, huh?

I'm currently residing in, what I have named, parent-child purgatory. See, I am both (as are many of us). And, as a (39ish) child, I still often wonder how it is that my parents seem to know EVERYTHING; Yet, as a parent of TWO, I wonder when it is that my children will believe I know ANYTHING.
I mean, I don't expect them to think I know everything, but throw mom a bone every once in a while. I know stuff. I swear.

Over Thanksgiving, I flew from Detroit to Boston amidst all the TSA hoopla on the busiest travel day of the year. I saw no protesters, was subjected to no full body scanning, or pat downs of any kind. Hell, I didn't even get an inappropriate glance.

Public Service Announcement:
It's called SNOW. Happens every year. Get your head outta your ass and DRIVE!
Can you tell today was the first real day of the white, fluffy stuff in SW Michigan?

I am tiring of the seemingly endless political rhetoric on both sides. It's exhausting, really. And truthfully, I am an intelligent person capable of doing her homework and deciding on her own who will get her vote. Political ads piss me off and insult my intelligence. (Whew. That was LONG overdue.)

When will everyone stop being surprised that athletes ask for (and receive) the amounts they do? Even the "good guys" (Derek Jeter). Yes, they're obnoxiously overpaid. Deal with it.
PSA#2: Educators deserve so much more than they get -- but they're so busy educating, they have no time to fight for what they deserve. Go out of your way to thank your kid's teachers every chance you get. And twice when there's a full moon.

Little Man calls Chicken Devan (a family favorite meal), "Chicken In The Van".

65 degrees seems balmy in March, but downright FRIGID in September. Why is that?

"Shawshank Redemption", "Harold & Maude" and "Stealing Home" should be required watching. Oh, and,Catcher In The Rye should be required reading, too.

My husband is a better father than he'll ever know.
And there aren't enough ways to tell him what a wonderful husband he is.

Recently heard at our house:
Her: "Mom, when people we love die, you said their memory lives on in our heart, right?"
Me: "Yes."
Her: "Well, then who remembers them when we die?"

Wow.
What was it, that 'Red' said? Get busy livin'...