Time Management

I know I've written quite a few posts before on this topic.  I've had numerous talks with my children.  I think it has finally sunk into one of them (Nick).  The other two?  Well, I'm a bit frustrated worried.

It stems back to when they were little.  I would tell them when something (a movie, play date, party, etc.) started.  The child then gets it into their head that at that time they are to be ready to go and we will magically be transported to the destination.  This would be great if we lived in a fantasy world.  I could wiggle my nose or wave my magic wand and we would arrive at our destination dressed, ready and on time.

But, alas, we are not living in a fantasy world.  In our world, we have to build in a travel time.  That travel time can be anywhere from 5 minutes to two hours.  (luckily we don't have many events that are two hours away).

Alex had an appointment for his Senior picture.  I told him the date and time.

When Nick had his appointment for his Senior picture, I told him the appointment time and he just went to it by himself.   He didn't want to be seen with me  me to go with him.  It did take a lot of convincing on my part to get him to even get his picture taken - he tried to avoid it...In the end, he did it for me, but, went alone.

I thought the same would happen with Alex.

Instead, I had to wake him up.  He had no recollection of this picture appointment.  Didn't know what to wear.  Had to be reminded to brush his hair.  And, because it was getting close, I decided to drive him because I was afraid he would miss the appointment all together.

I guess it all worked out in the end.  Alex made it to the appointment (thanks to me) and took some great pictures.  Let's hope he learned a little about managing his time.

Severe

Severe:  adj.
  1.  (of something bad or undesirable) very great, intense
  2.  strict or harsh
  3.  very plain in style or appearance


When I was in my teens, my Mom and I would go shopping for clothes together.  I went to a Catholic High School and had to wear a uniform.  I didn't have tons of clothes.  But, when I needed clothes, off we would go to the mall.

One of the most important things I learned from my Mom,  was to scan sale racks first.  You never know what treasures you might find, and at a great price, too!  Also, to try clothes on.  Sometimes things don't look good on the hanger, but, they look great on you.

My Mom was well versed in the art of shopping and was a great cheerleader.  She was also honest about how things looked on me.  Along with her honesty came her strong opinions.  Like color.

My Mom let me wear any color I wanted, except black (the opposite of Johnny Cash).  My Mom said that black was a "severe" color.  I wasn't exactly sure what "severe" meant in that context.  I just know that when I tried something on that was black, I would hear that comment.

Thinking back on "severe," in my head I would picture some woman, in the 1940's, wearing a black dress, black hat, black shoes and long black gloves.

Sometimes I was told that it looked, "too severe."  That was confusing.  First it looks severe, and now, it's too severe?

When I was 19, I was finally allowed to wear black clothes.  I took it to the extreme and wore black head to toe for quite a few years.

Raising my children, I have to admit, they didn't wear black when they were little (maybe I thought it was too severe?).  As they got older, I let them wear black.  They each have some piece(s) of black clothing in their wardrobe.  They wear black, but, not all the time and not all of the pieces together.  I think by not putting some type of stigma on a color (like black) my children will wear all colors of clothes freely and happily.

I Don't Like It

All social media has a "like" or "favorite" button.  Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.  If you really like something that you see, on Facebook, you can share it.  On Twitter, you can retweet it.  And, on Instagram you can repost it.

But, what if you don't like it?  What if you find something that's just awful?  or hideous?

I know there was talk of adding a "dislike" button to Facebook.  Maybe that was just a rumor?  Or, maybe they don't want the negativity?

I follow quite a few people on Instagram.  Several of the people I follow have blogs where they feel the need to do a craft every day.  Some of these crafts are pretty neat.  Some are very useful.  Then there are some that, well, I wonder why they took the time to make it?

It wouldn't be nice to comment and tell them that what they made is hideous.  Or, "What on earth were you thinking?"  Or, even better, "Why did you feel the need to make that and what in the world are you going to do with it now that it's made?"

I guess it's probably better to just keep my comments to myself.  I won't hit the like button and I will just move on to the next post.

Has this ever happened to you?

RT's Outbursts

Watching TV the other night, RT had another one of his "outbursts."  We have been watching House of Cards on Netflix.  It's a political show.  For those that don't know, the main characters are always scheming so things fall favorably in their way.  In the midst of some scheme, RT says, "I really need to see the dentist."

I'm not sure where these outbursts come from when they happen.  The characters weren't talking about or to a dentist, or even going to a dentist.  Just one of the odd things that my husband decides to communicate at an awkward time.

It's been so slow at work lately that I wish I could pull out my handy dandy blogging notebook and write blog posts.  It would be a lot more fun than standing around waiting for customers.

Bringing Sexy Back

I'm bringing sexy back (yeah)
Them other boys don't know how to act (yeah)*

It all started with a text I received from RT (yea, don't get too excited).  Then I started looking through my texts with him.

I (think?) normal couples have nice (normal) text exchanges.  Maybe even some lovey, dove, sexy texts going back and forth.  You know, like the long lost love letter, but, in modern times it's put into a text to your loved one.

Looking through my texts I realize that RT and I don't have this whole sexy thing going on.  I mean, I will write something to him and he will reply, "K."  < not exactly sexy.  Well, to some, maybe.

I should mention the best text I received, "My phone battery is dying."  < I know.  You're jealous.  That one gets me excited every time.

One day I received a text from RT and Alex was standing there.  I said, there's your Dad.  Bringing Sexy back.  (I think his text was, "yes")

About a week ago, RT was leaving for work and said that he wanted my help with something.  I admit, I was a little excited and asked what we were going to do.  "I have a splinter in the bottom of my foot and I need help getting it out."

Wow.  That sure was a turn on.

Laying in bed the other night, I asked if he still needed help getting the splinter out and he said yes.  He didn't want to get it out right then, because he was tired.  He didn't ask me for help before that because he knew I was busy doing other things.

So, I have that to look forward to........


*Justin Timberlake

So, I mentioned that Bela has dance class this summer (once a week).  She missed the first class because she was at camp.  The second class, we almost missed because I forgot.  We did make it to class (a few minutes late) and I did remember my notebook.