Saturday, July 30, 2011

I've Also Decided

That every male must play the piano like Edward Cullen from Twilight. 

I also think that every female would then be happy and never ask for anything else.

It is also the only situation where a male can say, "I just like watching you sleep," and not be creepy.

 Beth - 1

Edward Cullen - 0

An Informal Letter to a Total Jerk

Dear Impatient Lifetime Fitness Customer:

I would like to let you know that the reason I did not immediately back out of the parking spot for which you were waiting was because my son had not yet strapped himself in. 

I recognize that this was an inconvenience for you, but I felt it necessary for my son to be safe before I began driving.

You honked at me several times and I subsequently gave you the finger.  I'm sure you understand.  Particularly because there was an open spot next to me. 

I suppose you were against walking an extra two feet.

I sincerely hope you tripped on the treadmill and made a fool of yourself in front of a hot babe.



Beth - 1
Impatient Bastard Who Honked At Me - 0

Monday, July 25, 2011

Farewell to Facebook

After several years on Facebook, I've decided to de-activate my account. 

I've been thinking about this for a while, but a realization yesterday on my 33rd birthday helped "seal the deal," so to speak.  Although I received a great deal of happy birthday wishes on Facebook (which are much appreciated, by the way), I didn't receive a single phone call.

I never thought about the phone as being archaic, but I've come to realize that I rarely talk to people on the phone anymore.  My knowledge of my friends and family largely consists of short, two or three sentence posts or text messages.  Sadly, that is pretty much all they know about me as well, except for my local friends who I see more often.

I spend a huge amount of time on Facebook, but ultimately, get very little out of it.  Sure, I can see pictures of my friends and their children, but does that help me know what is really going on in their lives?  Do short posts about their political views or what they had for breakfast that morning give me any insight?

The short answer is "no". 

As I look at my two children right now, one is playing Super Mario Brothers on his Nintendo DS and the other is playing a penguin game on my husband's iPhone.  We all spend too much time on technology and not enough time on each other.  I intend to change that.

So, goodbye Facebook.  Instead of reading posts, I'm going to live more. 

I'm going to spend more time with my children.  I'm going to take them outside, read to them and visit new places.

I'm going to take the time to visit my friends.  I'm going to send them personal emails if I can't visit them.

I'm going to send them a card and call them on their birthday.

I'm moving towards a life with less technology.  But don't worry, I'll still blog.  :) 

Beth - 1
Facebook - 0

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Jillian on Money

Tonight, Jillian asked why people talk about money all the time. 

"Is it always about money?" she asked.

"Well," Mike said, "money pays your bills, but it won't make you happy.  People forget that." 

"That's right," I said.  "Family, love and friends are what make you happy."

Joey, who had been listening to the conversation with great interest said, "Yes.  And Words With Friends is important too."

I think we give him access to too much media.

Beth - 1 
Joey - 2

Sunday, July 17, 2011

A New Pet Peeve

I just got back from a cruise to Bermuda, and should be blogging about my fantastic trip, but there is another encounter that is foremost on my mind.

We took our children to the fountain "park" at Fairfax Corner today, and I developed a new pet peeve from this experience. 

When we arrived, as I was applying sunscreen to my children, I happened to notice that a family was leaving a table with an umbrella.  Excited, I grabbed my belongings and began ushering my children towards the vacant table.  Just before I got there, another family pushed their rather large stroller between the chairs and plopped their stuff down on the table.  Despite my frustration, I conceded that they'd beaten me there and settled on a sun-exposed bench.

As my husband and I baked in the 90 degree heat, the couple who got "my" table put sunscreen on their children and placed everything but a bottle of water back in their deluxe stroller.  They made sure the stroller was safely under the umbrella, and proceeded to follow their children over to the water fountain area.

At first, they elected to stand directly in front of my husband and me.  We craned our necks to find our children around their bodies, and I must admit to commenting loudly about their unfortunate placement.  Eventually, (we are talking 15 minutes here), the husband realized he MIGHT be standing DIRECTLY in front of me, and moved a bit to the left.

In the meantime, their table remained vacant, except for their over-sized stroller which sat happily in the shade.

To make a long story short, this rather unfortunate cycle repeated for at least 45 minutes.  Every few minutes, I glared jealously at the large stroller that continued to enjoy the shade, while my skin sizzled under the sun.  In the hour we sat there, the couple only returned to the table once to get a towel.


I continue to dislike inconsiderate people.

Beth - 1
Inconsiderate People - 0