Thursday, June 20, 2013

Rooftop Party

It happened. A rooftop party happened. More like "pooftop" party, if you know what I'm saying. The night was complete with loud, sizzly Latin music, a panorama of Vegas lights, my smokin' husband, my good underwear, and a cheap point-and-shoot camera.

I just hope I did it right. I ate every single appetizer that passed my way. That okay? And I walked around holding my chin up just so, as in, "You think I look like that girl from that one movie? Because I am her."

And to think I thought I didn't know the right people. Apparently I do. Or the hubs does. Or his boss does. Or boss's boss.

What was I doing anyway, making fun of rooftop party types a few blogs ago? (See Viva Las Vegas.) Because I am that type now. Well, maybe not now now, or tomorrow, or the next day - as I sit here, eating a bag of Raisinets and wondering how I'm ever going to get rid of this foot eczema.

But whatever man. I went to a rooftop party.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Summer Chores

It's going to be a long summer with these kids. Good thing I have a plan: summer reading program (not going to happen), volunteer at church food pantry at least a dozen times (okay one time, but we'll talk about it all summer), "proper technique" swimming lessons (never swam properly and I'm still alive)...

...and chores. Organized and kid-specific chores. Like "you haven't earned a blue star on the refrigerator chore chart yet so no Minecraft for you" kind of chores. (But I'll have to rethink that for my 16 year old - so maybe she'll get "no eyeliner for you" chores.)

Not only that, but chores done PROPERLY. Poorly done chores are for sissies. Just look at this attempt at putting dishes away:

And this attempt at nicely folding throw blankets:

But there's always a catch to getting a chore done "properly." Kids first need to learn how. Sure they're whizzes at taking the trash out and feeding the dog. But it's high time they graduate to the big stuff. That means I'll have to crack down and actually teach them the right way - whatever "right" means. (Now who's got the chore?)

So where to begin? What do I say?

--"Looky here, kids! This is how you drag an old wet towel across the kitchen floor after you've sprinkled it with Mr. Clean."

--"This is how you repeatedly jump off a chair - with a broom pointed upward - in hopes of eventually reaching cobwebs on high ceilings."

You see, there's nothing conventional about my methods. I just git-er-done. Uh, maybe that's it. Maybe that's where my frustration lies - assuming my kids were born knowing how to clean the blinds. "Figure it out yourself! Put your hand in a sock or something and start cleaning!"  

Although my oldest has the most potential, my kids lack the drive to figure things out. Patience on my part will def come in handy. And what about a teachable attitude on their part? Even more sock-in-handy.

So I think memorizing Corinthians 13:4-7 will go a long way this summer: "Love is patient, love is does not dishonor is not easily angered...Love hopes all things..." Because although loving my kids comes easy, always acting out my love does not.

But what if, even after my brilliant instruction, the bathroom still looks like a McDonald's restroom? Well if it's true what I've heard - "wit, wisdom, and understanding of human nature come from all the years of trying and failing at things" - then poorly done chores will be my children's gateway to success. (Or something like that. Long year and I'm tired. Let me believe what I want.)

Thursday, June 6, 2013


My new most-favoritist song is "Hero" by Abandon. Sure it's sung by a Christian alternative rock band, but for those who aren't in the know about faith-based music, that basically means AMAZING. You won't find it on KIIS or KROQ or even on my teen-years-favorite, Power 106! (Yeee-ah boyz.) But you'd be surprised - there are tricklings of it in pop culture all over the place.

And I've provided a link of the band singing an acoustic version of "Hero" LIVE on Air1Radio:
See Abandon on Youtube HERE! (You're welcome!)

And you know, when it comes to my kids, I ask myself, "What kind of lyrics do I want circling around in their heads as they wait in the handball line at recess?" A song about birthday shots? No.

Which is funny - or sad (you decide) - because my kids and I really do listen to all kinds of music. And a couple years ago, Lady Antebellum's "Need You Now" was at the top of our list.

But here's the thing, that song apparently has sunk into my nine-year-old's head - to the point where this very morning she asks me out-of-the-blue, "Mom, do you have that one song..."it's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now"...laying around here somewhere?"

"Um, well honey. Not sure. (But I really am sure. Number 5. Blue cd. Glove compartment.) But for now, how about we stick to songs about our hero like 'Hero.'"

"Okay mom!" (Kids these days.)

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Turning 40 Means...

Just got our city's "Summer Concert Series" newsletter in the mail. Rarely a cause for celebration because, well...Donavon Frankenreiter anyone? Along with a bunch of other never-heard-of-hims-and-hers. Or some third season American Idol kick-off. Or only musicians my parents' generation knows about.

But this year is different. I'm suddenly a "parent from a generation" because I actually know, like every-single-lyric know, who some of these guys are. And based on my reaction (which I wish I could take back - good thing I was sitting down), you'd think I just found out Justin Timberlake or the Biebs or even Jesus was coming to town. Which is not the case - at all.

Instead we've got Michael Bolton and Wilson Phillips. A couple of my generation's singer-songwriters of my generation's slow dance music and make-out music and drive-to-the-beach music.

And there's no sense in playing the "Hey kids! Guess who's coming to town?" game. They don't know. They wouldn't know. But I know. And you know. (And are a little jealous? Minus the "lake opens at 6:00 a.m. to reserve your spot, so expect delays" part of the free concert.)

Like I said, I'm a "parent from a generation" now. Turning 40 means you know who the lakeside concert performers are. And all the guys who perform at non-Vegas casinos. And those on cruise ships. But I'm not worrying about it. God has not only helped me to "hold on for one more day," but to also "break free, break free from the chains" of getting older. (Ba dum tish!)