One of my new favorite movies has got to be My Big Fat Greek Wedding 2. I remember when the first one came out, it was cute but I never thought it was nearly as funny as everyone else did. When I was in grad school we learned that your perceptions of the world are changed over time due to age, learning, experiences, etc. Now I like the first one, too, but I still think this is the better one. Normally it doesn’t seem like seconds and thirds of movies are as good as the first, but I believe this one is and I hope that there are more.
Let’s ponder one of those above thoughts… life experiences change how you perceive things. Hmmm… why would I pick that to focus on? Simple… a couple weeks ago I spent the week at my aunt and uncle’s in southern Oklahoma with Tbug. She’s 14 now. How in the world did that happen, she’s just 6, right? No, unfortunately she has moved on to those teenage years.
The other night as I was lying awake at 2:30am I was thinking about a lot of things… mainly life. I got tired of thinking about life so I jumped on Facebook. Isn’t it funny how sometimes when you least likely expect it you see just what you need?
Life is an interesting thing. I wake up some mornings and feel like I should be 20 because I feel like in life I’m where a 20 year old is, yet in a little over a month I’ll be 34 (does someone want to please verify my math….). What does that sentence mean? Well obviously, I don’t know my age but I know my birthday. Okay okay, seriously, that sentence means, I have an almost three year old. A lot of my friends had that in their early 20’s. In my early 20’s I wasn’t responsible enough. I knew that then. There was no question in my mind of that.
When I got out of college I had a pretty new degree that said I was qualified to teach high school students 9-12. I was 22 years old. If I were to teach a senior in high school, I was looking at 17 and 18 year olds. That made me 4-5 years older than they were. Would they have listened to me? Probably not. I didn’t get a job right out of college as an agriculture teacher. I spent that first year out of college as a substitute teacher and a part time server. Wow did I learn a lot that year, including how to do proofs (you know those things in Geometry that I failed in high school… No, I didn’t fail Geometry, just the proofs unit….).
The other night I was watching Dancing with the Stars. Yes, I know, it ended a few weeks ago, but I was on vacation so I DVR’ed it. I finally got caught up and I”m soooooo happy with the final results. I might have been a bit shocked as the order of 2, 3, and 4, but 1 was who I wanted to win.
Anyway, I wanted to see Emma Slater and Rashad Jennings win it, mainly because I wanted to see Emma win a season. I always tend to root for someone who hasn’t won in the past, that is when it comes to the Pro Dancers. Obviously, unless it’s a come back show, the stars haven’t won the mirror ball :).
Again… moving back to the topic I started with… I keep getting side tracked…. For some reason the evening that I was watching I started paying attention to Emma’s face. Something about her facial expressions reminded me of Kate Winslet. Then I started thinking about other English actresses and Kiera Knightly popped into my head, that’s the reason for the three photos up above. The more I contemplated and debated, the more I realized that these 3 women had similar features.
Now I know, I know, there are a lot of women out there who are English, these are just the three that popped in to my head. But it made me start thinking… different nationalities have similarities in their looks, right? Does it make it easier to distinguish if someone is this nationality or that nationality without ever hearing them speak.
I’m not sure I’m being very eloquent with my words right now…. But I guess what I wondered is, do American’s have similarities in their looks? Something that distinguishes them from other nationalities, or is it just the pompousness that I hear we have about us. I prefer to think I’m not arrogant, but I sometimes wonder if I don’t have that pretentiousness about me too.
Just random thoughts for this Tuesday. Now back to regularly scheduled programming. ha!
Dogs are about the most loyal companion you will find. Sadly, my Mother-in-law last her’s last night. So technically Santa brought Cowgirl to Tbug when she was 3 or 4 (Tbug was 3 or 4 not Cowgirl), but this dog was my MIL’s dog. She lived with my MIL. My MIL spoiled her rotten. And even though my MIL always claimed that was Tbug’s dog… we all secretly knew that that was Memaw’s dog.
Memaw was torn up. She told hubby that was her best friend. She couldn’t bury her so hubby and I went over to bury Cowgirl for her. Hubby nor Memaw could call and tell Tbug so I volunteered. Some days it is rough being the adult. I’m not really sure if it even affected Tbug. I couldn’t tell via the phone. I offered to come pick her up so she could help us, but her mom said that she had bball practice and couldn’t come.
Then the next task is explaining to a toddler what happened. Have I mentioned it’s rough being an adult, especially the parent. Dogs though, they’re the best and remember All Dogs Go To Heaven because they’re so great.
We picked my mom up from the airport yesterday. She was in Hawaii for 2 weeks or so for work. When she got off the plane she had on flip flops and Abug saw grandma’s toenails. She said, Pretty! and then insisted that she get her toenails like grandma’s. We decided to go ahead and get pedicures and my mom needed to get her nails filled (she has fake nails).
When we got there mom got in for her fill and Abug and I went over to the pedicure station. They wouldn’t give Abug a pedicure sadly. Then she started throwing a fit that she didn’t want her toenails painted, she wanted her fingernails painted like grandma’s. After we got her toenails painted, she did everything in her power to scrape the nail polish off. Grrrrr! Needless to say I don’t think she’ll be getting her nails professionally painted for a while. Boy that fit she threw was something else…. sigh!
I have become the clothes nazi at our house… kind of like the soup nazi… (think Seinfeld…)
I don’t ask much of Tbug because she isn’t here. I’d like her to spend her time with us versus cleaning her room, etc. The one thing I ask is for her to put her dirty clothes in the laundry so that I can wash them. That way I’m not going around trying to figure out where all she put her dirty clothes… I’ve found them under toys, behind the bed, under the bed, in the bathroom, yada yada yada.
So the one thing I ask of her is to put her clothes in the laundry. 1 thing. That’s pretty much it. Recently (like a couple months ago) I just happened to stumble in to her room and realized there was a wet towel on the floor along with night clothes and whatever she wore that day. I was pretty upset and took them all away. Eventually I gave them back but made hubby tell her how upset I was because me telling her doesn’t seem to do much…
We wound up with her here 3 weekends in a row. Last weekend she got some new clothes. Wore them on Monday. I reminded her to put her clothes in the laundry as she was changing back into her mom’s clothes only to find all the clothes she had worn on her bedroom floor. This was after I reminded her to put them in the laundry. I took them all away.
When we picked her up on Friday I told her she lost one of her new shirts and I’m not really sure when she’ll get it back. I was pretty upset. Saturday she got another new shirt. When she was getting ready to leave on Sunday I told her to put her laundry in the dirty clothes as well as had Abug remind her. I went in to her room after she left and found the above picture. <sigh>
So I have a bunch of brand new once worn clothes sitting in my room. I don’t know how to get it through her head to put her clothes in the laundry. I’m beating my head against the wall. She’s only here every other week, she doesn’t solely rely on just those few clothes. Hubby told me to take away all her clothes except 1 outfit that was hideous and didn’t match.
He told her she’d get them back in a month and she’d have to do the laundry. Nothing seems to be working. I sent her the above picture and her response was there are no words. There are no words? No clothes for you…. ack!
Wow 2 posts in a row talking about poor Tbug. I love the kid, don’t get me wrong! I really do. This is just one of those things I have to record because it really isn’t worth getting upset about but it’s frustrating all in the same. Now I just have to figure out how to get it through her head to put her dirty clothes in the laundry. I even gave her her own laundry basket and that didn’t work either. HELP!