Monday, September 19, 2011

Lunch for 4!

Do you have children?  Have you eaten in a restaurant with them? There is a special place in heaven for those that do - it's somewhere in Leviticus I am sure! 

Our always well behaved children (my kids are always angelic - just so you know) sat down at the table properly.  They did not climb on the seats and stare over the partition of the booth at the unsuspecting couple behind us.  Nope no sirree.  They most certainly did not kick each other under the table and yell loud enough to alert the kitchen staff.  They sat quietly and practiced their printing on the paper place-mat.  They would never scribble like monkeys all over the paper and mostly likely the table.

When the food came they quietly bowed their heads for grace.  They wouldn't dare demand to know where the ketchup was and sniff the fries just to make sure they were safe to eat.  During grace they wouldn't suddenly fall into a fit of giggles either because one of them snuck in the work bum.  Hahahahahahaha.  Bum is such a funny word, but I digress.

After grace they ate all their food.  No complaining that McDonald's is across the street and has toys.  No staring at the table across from us till the young adult group there felt the beady little gazes upon them.  They chewed with their mouths closed and used a napkin rather than their pants, shirts, or the underside of the table.  After all they were not raised in or near a barn.  Barn smell yes, barn no!

Our son would not dare to lose a tooth in his bite of cheeseburger and then swallow it down.  Nope, he takes small bites and never stuffs his mouth and our daughter would never suck up to our waitress by telling her she's pretty when our boy gets free ice cream, for the now gaping hole in his grin, in hopes of scoring her own sundae.

A big thank you to Mr Mikes for a yummy lunch and to our server - I hope the tip was enough to cover the destruction of the table and your psyche.  And Missy would like you to know even if she hadn't had any ice-cream she's still think you are pretty.

Anyone want to have us over for dinner?

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

One Year

525, 948 minutes = 8760 hours = 365 days = 1 year

Tomorrow is the anniversary of my professional and personal life getting a beat down.  I don't mean a slight hiccup.  We're talking kick in the groin, baseball bat to the side of the head, and a hammer to the thumb all in one shot.

It was without a doubt the most painful year in all my 30+ years.

This is what I've learned :

1.  Good friends are hard to find.  I have thrown out the trash so to speak.  I have cleaned house.  I've taken a pretty hard stance with some things and if those lines are crossed I walk away.  No more drama - but pretentious idiots - see ya!  Selfish users - don't let the door hit you on the way out! Bu-bye!  Now I am left with a great group of friends - and I love them all dearly.  I even have time to spend with them, when I am not doing the whole - wife, mother, superwoman routine that is ;)

2.  Revenge is for Bruce Willis movies - not my life.  I could have sued.  In fact it was recommended that I sue them and the horse they rode in on.  And a small imperfect part of me would like nothing more than to see those suckers on the stand trying to justify their behavior.  Even better if they jab them with a hot poker first.  Like I said - the imperfect part.  The beauty of not seeking revenge is that by stepping off the path I leave room for God to deal with them - Romans 12:19, Proverbs 20:22, Proverbs 24:29 Romans 12:17.  As he can deal with me and my heart that continues to struggle to forgive.   

3.  I am fabulous!  I know - so modest.  Perhaps it is this thing called aging or maybe I am maturing - gasp!  But after a jump into the pool of depression I realized that if I can't love me and think I am freakin - fab-u-lous why the heck would anybody else?  I am okay - just as I am.  Those that don't like it - no worries - you don't have to like me (I know - the revelations just keep coming!)  I am just lovely with or without your approval of my hair, weight, lifestyle, parenting skills etc etc etc!

4. Food is my drug.  I ate my way through my depression.  Isn't life always better from inside the bag of chips???  So now I got a little lot of extra junk in the trunk.  I am okay with being more of a chunky monkey, but health wise I need to get back to the gym and out of the chip bag.  Just not close to - you  know - that time.  Lord save the person that tries to block me from a bag of chips then!

I've learned a lot of other things too - like how to give the evil eye across the Starbucks(imperfect part again) and still have a normal conversation with the people sitting across from me.  I have also learned I am a heck of a lot stronger than I ever thought.  I have sat in the ruins and while I still have a bit of debris in my hair I am getting up and walking on!