It's hard to believe that my baby, my first born, thinks I am a super-uncool-lame-ass mom. That my once 'little man', who would call me mommy and would come running into my arms for me to kiss his owies, because I was the only one who could make it all okay, now calls me a single syllable, mom.
He shrugs me off when he is hurt now.
Heaven forbid his MOM embarrass him by coddling and comforting his owie. That my sweet, doe-eyed boy has turned into a rugged, rough and tumble boy. In every sense of the word and meaning.
A boy.
I guess I never really grasped the full meaning of what it would be like to be a mom of a boy - a mom of a little soldier, powering through life. But the day has arrived. I have watched him run off into the woods with other little soldiers - toy guns in their back pockets and an arsenal of rocks in their jackets.
I had the urge to run after him and spy from behind a tree - just to make sure he was okay. Instead I stood and smiled on after him. The first of many times watching from the sidelines-
Watching him ride his bike off by himself-
Watching him walk into a movie theater on his first date-
Watching him drive away in his car-
Watching him graduate from high school and then go off to college-
Watching him walk down the aisle with his bride-
Watching him hold his first born baby...
Whoa.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
WTF! LOL! OMG!
My name is Kaley and I have a problem. I own a Blackberry. My thumbs are now double-jointed as a result. I have a hard time using proper English language skills because...
OMG! There is nvr enuf space 4 me 2 write a msg. More l8r. lol
Yeah.
I am honestly starting to get a bit worried about the possibility of future intelligent life on earth. I am getting worried about my children's generation not understanding the beauty and grace of literature, of books, of pen and paper. One day is my youngest child going to look up at me with quizzical eyes and say,
"Mommy, what is a letter?"
Are there going to be bookstores anymore? Is stationary going to exist? Is technology taking over too fast? Do the pro's really outweigh the con's, or is it the other way around?
I mean, I remember when I was a kid (and walked to school, with no shoes, in the snow, uphill both ways. Oops. I digress...)
When I was a kid, all we did on the computer in school were math drills. Or phonics drills. Our computers were huge and had green and black screens. That's it. Green. Black. No graphics or fancy colours. Oh wait - there were graphics! Sometimes a little man with a big nose and big feet would pop up and turn in a circle when you got a perfect score in the Math Olympics. And the disks were called floppy disks because that is exactly what they did. They were so big they actually flopped around.
Now, kids have cell phones and instant messaging and Twitter. And when I say kids, I don't mean teenagers. I mean K-I-D-S.
5 years old.
6 years old.
With cell phones.
Technology aside, how can we, as a society - as a global community, ensure that our children, the ones who will be running this joint when we are on our last legs, actually have coping skills that do not include lazily abbreviated thoughts and ideas. I mean, I do not want my daughter to get a marriage proposal via a text message. I want my children to understand what it means to have human interaction on a personal level. To actually know how to make eye contact when speaking to someone. To convey their feelings and emotions through a pen - onto paper. Not using their double-jointed thumbs.
Which reminds me, the ball thingy on my blackberry is broken. WTF! So annoying. How am I going to update my Facebook status and Tweet about my new blog post. OMG!
lol...
OMG! There is nvr enuf space 4 me 2 write a msg. More l8r. lol
Yeah.
I am honestly starting to get a bit worried about the possibility of future intelligent life on earth. I am getting worried about my children's generation not understanding the beauty and grace of literature, of books, of pen and paper. One day is my youngest child going to look up at me with quizzical eyes and say,
"Mommy, what is a letter?"
Are there going to be bookstores anymore? Is stationary going to exist? Is technology taking over too fast? Do the pro's really outweigh the con's, or is it the other way around?
I mean, I remember when I was a kid (and walked to school, with no shoes, in the snow, uphill both ways. Oops. I digress...)
When I was a kid, all we did on the computer in school were math drills. Or phonics drills. Our computers were huge and had green and black screens. That's it. Green. Black. No graphics or fancy colours. Oh wait - there were graphics! Sometimes a little man with a big nose and big feet would pop up and turn in a circle when you got a perfect score in the Math Olympics. And the disks were called floppy disks because that is exactly what they did. They were so big they actually flopped around.
Now, kids have cell phones and instant messaging and Twitter. And when I say kids, I don't mean teenagers. I mean K-I-D-S.
5 years old.
6 years old.
With cell phones.
Technology aside, how can we, as a society - as a global community, ensure that our children, the ones who will be running this joint when we are on our last legs, actually have coping skills that do not include lazily abbreviated thoughts and ideas. I mean, I do not want my daughter to get a marriage proposal via a text message. I want my children to understand what it means to have human interaction on a personal level. To actually know how to make eye contact when speaking to someone. To convey their feelings and emotions through a pen - onto paper. Not using their double-jointed thumbs.
Which reminds me, the ball thingy on my blackberry is broken. WTF! So annoying. How am I going to update my Facebook status and Tweet about my new blog post. OMG!
lol...
My Scent
Something strange happened at my yoga class tonight. Not yoga-related strange (isn't it all a bit strange? Really!) but this "thing" set into motion a thought process within myself. It made me wonder about my own scent. We all have a personal scent to us - a smell that is "us". Not matter where we are or what we do, this scent follows us. This scent in essence becomes us.
For example, my sister-in-law has a fabulous scent to her. Somehow she always smells of lavender. One day I asked her about it, as everything she touches smells of lavender. Seriously. I receive a letter or package from her and as I soon as I open it - WHAM! - the lavender erupts in my nostrils. She claims it is the detergent she uses. But I bought the same damn detergent and I do NOT smell of lavender! My grandmother had a scent to her as well. She smelled of Oil of Olay and still to this day I cannot smell the cream without thinking of her. It's nice to have memories attached to scent.
However, what if the scent is not apparent? What if I do not know what my scent is? Or worse...what if my scent...STINKS!?!? What if I smell of dirt or mildew or cat litter or dust bunnies? (yes, they DO have a scent!) Would anyone tell me? My husband, Lee, says he would. But would he really? REALLY? Would he willingly throw himself under the proverbial bus - because that's what the fallout would be! I would throw him under the bus myself if he told me my scent was - STANK!
I want a good scent dammit! I have tried to make it happen but it is not working. I have tried the lavender detergent - I have tried the tropical body spray - I have tried the cherry body wash - I have tried the mango lotion.
None of it sticks!
And...I am darn determined for my scent to NOT be 5 hour old spit up or PB & bloody J sandwich "scent" (but I fear that I may be stuck with it...)
So...I am off with the perpetual spitter-upper and we are going on a scent search tomorrow. Something that screams earth-mother-meets-chic-&-cool-in-a-downtown-uptown-all-natural-superstar-gorgeous-girl sort of way. I'll let you know how it goes. Hopefully I don't have to resort to my daughters Strawberry Shortcake spritz....
Strawberry...hmm.
That might work.....
For example, my sister-in-law has a fabulous scent to her. Somehow she always smells of lavender. One day I asked her about it, as everything she touches smells of lavender. Seriously. I receive a letter or package from her and as I soon as I open it - WHAM! - the lavender erupts in my nostrils. She claims it is the detergent she uses. But I bought the same damn detergent and I do NOT smell of lavender! My grandmother had a scent to her as well. She smelled of Oil of Olay and still to this day I cannot smell the cream without thinking of her. It's nice to have memories attached to scent.
However, what if the scent is not apparent? What if I do not know what my scent is? Or worse...what if my scent...STINKS!?!? What if I smell of dirt or mildew or cat litter or dust bunnies? (yes, they DO have a scent!) Would anyone tell me? My husband, Lee, says he would. But would he really? REALLY? Would he willingly throw himself under the proverbial bus - because that's what the fallout would be! I would throw him under the bus myself if he told me my scent was - STANK!
I want a good scent dammit! I have tried to make it happen but it is not working. I have tried the lavender detergent - I have tried the tropical body spray - I have tried the cherry body wash - I have tried the mango lotion.
None of it sticks!
And...I am darn determined for my scent to NOT be 5 hour old spit up or PB & bloody J sandwich "scent" (but I fear that I may be stuck with it...)
So...I am off with the perpetual spitter-upper and we are going on a scent search tomorrow. Something that screams earth-mother-meets-chic-&-cool-in-a-downtown-uptown-all-natural-superstar-gorgeous-girl sort of way. I'll let you know how it goes. Hopefully I don't have to resort to my daughters Strawberry Shortcake spritz....
Strawberry...hmm.
That might work.....
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