Baby It’s Cold Outside

I almost had to call out sick from work today because I woke up and didn’t have any creamer. I can only blame the crazy California weather and not myself for this. I went to bed last night in my usual warm weather garb of a tank and flannel pants.  Sometime in the night the weather turned super cold, which made me burrow far under the covers to keep from freezing.  When it was time to get up there was no way I was getting out of bed and into the frozen tundra any earlier than I had to. So, after snoozing my alarm a few times more than usual this morning, mentally ticking off the things I wouldn’t have time to do before work now, I decided that coffee was a must. I sprinted to the kitchen to get it rolling. Energy and warmth. Mmmm, sign me up. I turned on my Keurig and in the time it took to warm up, I fed the dog, peeled the cat’s teeth from my ankle one by one, and ran back to my room to get my slippers. Geez, it’s only October why is it so cold?  I got back to the kitchen and pressed the button to start brewing. Everything was perfect until I opened the fridge and noticed that I was out of creamer. I immediately fell to the ground on both knees and shook my fists at the ceiling, quietly sobbing “Nooooo!” I’m sure if anyone but my dog and cat were watching I would have appeared a tad dramatic. I didn’t have time to go to the store and since I usually add a little coffee to my creamer, there was no way I was drinking it black. I said a little prayer that I wouldn’t say or do anything I would regret today being without my morning coffee, and laid my head down on the counter for a bit. It’s my Little’s birthday today so I have lots to do and I can’t be cranky. How will I manage? I fell back to sleep for a few minutes and when I woke up I rushed to my room to get dressed. I didn’t have time to straighten my hair so a frizzy bun it was. I brushed my teeth super fast, which I tell my patients all day not to do, put my makeup on at record speed and I was ready to go. At lunchtime I went to the grocery store to buy a birthday cake for my Little. There’s no shame in my game. Yes, I went at noon on the day of my child’s birthday to get her a cake. Let’s think less about the fact that it isn’t homemade and more that it would make it home-without me eating it. I haven’t had coffee, give me a break. I forgot creamer, dang it, so I planned to go back after work. The rest of the day was A-Ok. Turns out I made it the whole day without incident. I was my usual charming self all day and was quite productive. I got off work on time and headed out. I decided while I was driving that it is crazy to think that I can’t function without coffee, since today was just about perfect, so I skipped the store. I might never drink coffee again. When I walked into the house and looked in the mirror I noticed that I only had mascara on one eye, a toothpaste stain on my shirt, and my hair looked like an orangutan. Whoa, I needed to rethink the coffee thing. I got right back in the car and headed to the store for creamer.  

Oops!

So many fun things happened during our trip to Disney. Most memorable? Maybe when the automatic flusher didn’t work in the bathroom stall I was in. I’ll explain. There are two reasons I think I am intermittently invisible. One, I never get anyone to acknowledge me when I am at a store, bank, or anywhere in public when I need assistance actually, and two, automatically flushing toilets never see me. So when I turned around to find the button to push to flush it manually, I was surprised that it was so high up the wall. Seriously like eye-level. What the heck? Since I absolutely will not touch those disgusting things with my hand, I prayed I could successfully reach that button with my foot. I did a few squats and lunges right there in the stall to prepare my leg for the high kick. I did a nice round house donkey kick type thing and hit the button right on the middle. Nothing happened. I tried again and the only difference I noticed was, Ow! I’m kind-of out of shape and how the lady in the stall next to me ran out of hers really fast. What’s her problem?  I was ready to give up and just leave when I noticed that the automatic flush button was actually where it was supposed to be, low on the wall, and I was kicking the knob on the toilet seat cover dispenser. Geez. 

Who Needs Sleep Anyway?

In August my husband and I celebrated 22 years of marriage. I still love him, I really do, but marriage isn’t always easy. Like soundly sleeping and hearing him trying to fix a leaking toilet at 2am. Deep in a dream I couldn’t comprehend what the clanking metal and dripping water sounds were. Was he remodeling the bathroom? Was he working on a chain gang? Lights blazing like it was noon, he worked on that toilet for a good 30 minutes. When he finally came back to bed and fell asleep 20 seconds later, lucky him, the cat snuck in and made a mad dash across our foreheads. Arms and legs flying, my husband jumped up and ripped the covers clear off of me. Geez. The two of them went 3 rounds before I saw the silhouette of a cat flying and the door slam shut. He ended up having the mother of all allergy attacks since he is allergic to cats. To convince him to let me get a cat, I swore to him that it would strictly live outside only. Oops. He settled back in bed with a wad of toilet paper shoved up his left nostril, sorry ladies he’s all mine, grumbling about “your damn cat” and 10 seconds later I heard snoring. Are you kidding me right now? Meanwhile, I lay there freezing thinking about everything and nothing with the irrationality you only experience in the middle of the night. What was that noise? Do I smell smoke? I need to clean out the fridge. I got up and checked the house for monsters, faulty wiring, and expired milk. I went back to bed wide awake where I stared at the ceiling for another hour listening to the still running toilet and Darth Vader sleeping next to me. Now I know how Lucy and Ricky made it work. Separate beds and a husband that worked nights. When I finally fell back to sleep it seemed like 5 seconds before my alarm dinged welcoming me to the new day. Well this should be a fabulous one.
Marriage isn’t easy. It’s survival of the fittest. Some days I think my husband hung the moon and the stars. Other days I just want to punch him. It’s a delicate balance but for better or worse, it’s a great life.

You Can’t Go Home Again

It’s a beautiful day for a long walk in the old hood. My Middle has a water polo tournament at my old high school so between games I found myself wandering around. I felt like even though the trees are bigger the whole street looks smaller somehow. I’m like a giant now trying to relive the good old days. I lived there for 20 years and don’t come back very often but when I do it takes me right back to the early 80’s when we rode our skateboards down long scary hills and waited for the ice cream man every afternoon on hot summer days.

I just chalked my entire day up to watching water polo, but not really paying attention to the game schedule, didn’t plan on going to church. I later found that I actually had enough time to make it to the second service since I was walking right by there. Unfortunately, I’m not dressed for church, as I don’t usually show up in a tank and shorts, with my crazy curly hair flying every which way but loose, so I asked God for forgiveness and kept on walking passed trying not to make eye contact with any of my fellow church going friends. I’ll be there next week!

I breezed passed the house where the old people that were always naked lived and noticed the new owners put curtains on the large sliding glass doors that we used to try not to look into but pretty much always did, like I just did. It’s about time. As I walked by my old house I had to stop myself from checking the mail out of habit in the old hideous mailbox that was never replaced, and stopped in my tracks when I heard a wood chipper in the backyard. There were two workers cutting down the tree that my dad planted in the 70’s that we used to play under. What is going on? I wanted to run over and tell them to stop. What were they doing? Barbie and Ken got married there. Don’t they know how much of my young life I spent there? That’s where I learned to tie my shoes. If it wasn’t for that tree I might not know how to today. I was supposed to live in a mansion and be a scientist married to Donnie Wahlberg according to the many MASH games we played under that tree. Now how will I prove that? Stop what you are doing immediately! They are chopping down my memories. Will I
forget it all now?

Clearly anyone looking at me would just see a crazy lady swinging her arms around with tears in her eyes but not actually uttering a single word standing outside of a stranger’s house. They would have thought, “Well, there goes the neighborhood.” But this is my house! Who authorized this?

I guess I just can’t except that change happens and I think about everything we’ve done to our house now that probably destroyed some other kid’s childhood memories. I’m sorry for that. It’s sad for me to think that even though I chose to leave the neighborhood it didn’t stop time and life still went on. I didn’t recognize a single person that I saw today in the neighborhood and, well actually, come to think of it, I hope that none of them recognized me either.

Parents These Days

I can’t help but cringe when I hear someone comment about kids these days.  The fact is that kids haven’t changed at all.  Parents have changed. Kids only know what we teach them.  Sadly, parents today think that their household should be a democracy.  I’m sorry, when my kids were little I really didn’t care what their opinion was about what was best for them.  That wasn’t their job.  They needed to learn that life isn’t always pleasant, and they would have to deal with it.

 

Today I was at Home Depot and witnessed the best meltdown from a 4 year-old that I have ever seen.  The one and only time my son threw a tantrum at a store wasn’t as impressive because I just stood next to him and asked him if he was done.  Seeing that he wasn’t fazing me a bit, he said yes, got up and that was that.   Clearly the little girl today was very good at it.  She obviously didn’t want to be there as I could tell by her constant screaming.  After about 10 minutes of absolute mayhem that echoed throughout the warehouse, her mom snatched her up and quickly walked out of the store telling her that if she couldn’t behave they were leaving.  I swear over her mom’s shoulder I saw her smile.  Well duh, what kid wants to be at Home Depot?  I didn’t even want to be there and I was just returning something.  Bravo little monster, Bravo!  I’m sure this wasn’t her first performance and I wondered if it would work if I tried that the next time my husband dragged me there.

 

I can’t help but wonder what the kids of today will be like in 10-15 years.  Can you imagine grown adults acting like that?  I can just see going to the dental office with a throbbing toothache and the dentist throwing a tantrum and refusing to work.  Crossing his arms and stomping one foot yelling that he wanted to go home.  Can you imagine?  “I’m sorry, we won’t be able to see you today, the dentist is in time out and is going down for a nap.  Perhaps we can reschedule when he feels like it?” But wait, my tooth!

 

Let’s get a grip parents, there is no one to blame for misbehaved kids but us.  Like Mr. Bill and Gumby, kids are what we shape them into. If we aren’t careful, we will be raising a generation of spoiled brats that won’t be able to function in society and will undoubtedly be living under our roofs forever.

Oh Noooooooo!

Planet Wal-Mart

It’s finally feeling like fall which is great because I can’t tell you how many times I almost left the house without shorts on during that record breaking heat wave. It was just too hot for all those clothes. So when I went to watch my Middle’s tennis match at the high school last week, I actually had to pause and look down to check to see if I was wearing clothes when I got out of the car. Whew, I was, but seriously I need to pay more attention.

Another good thing about fall is candy corns, yes plural, which I always get at Wal-Mart even though they are sold everywhere else. It doesn’t matter that I won’t eat any, I must have them.  Since I had to go to Wal-Mart anyway to buy cat food, I added candy corns to the list. So after the tennis match I stopped at Wally’s World on my way home. I had a list of just those two items and now was my test to see if I could only get what was on the list.

I arrived at the store just about the time that everyone else in the county was also pulling in.  Great!  I locked my car forgetting my reusable bags inside like I always do and headed to the store.  I noticed that there were no carts available.  Not a good sign but that’s ok I only needed 2 things.  This would be super-quick.

Everyone knows that while perusing Wal-Mart you will encounter people equivalent only to the DMV or Mars because there are entire websites dedicated to these people.  Who am I to judge anyway?  30 minutes ago I wasn’t sure if I was naked or not.  

Shortly after entering the store, I realized why there weren’t any carts available as they were all in use at the same time in the aisle I was in. Security!  What is the maximum capacity of this joint? I should have left right then but I’m no quitter so I soldiered on.  I began seeing things that we definitely needed at home and started loading up my arms. Forget the list.  Too bad I couldn’t use the giant purse I had weighing down my left shoulder, but that might look too much like shoplifting. Actually by definition it would be.  I weaved in and out of oncoming traffic through each aisle like a boss realizing that the people with carts were way slower navigating through the store than I was.  So long suckers!  I was in a really good groove whipping around the other shoppers balancing a bag of Cuties on my head like Chiquita Banana when I spun around a lady with multiple kids in and around her cart and slammed right into a display of baked goods.  Whoops. I acted like I meant to do it and grabbed 2 smashed boxes of pumpkin something donuts. There was a guy wearing a faded jean jacket and a pocket watch watching the whole thing and I know he was thinking that all he needed was popcorn for this show. I acted like I had no idea why he was giving me a strange look. What? I’m wearing shorts. I checked. I looked down as I thought that and 3 tangerines fell out of the bag on my head and rolled away. I hustled to the check out line and settled in behind 14 people in one of the only 4 lines that were open.  When I finally reached the conveyor belt I fell forward with all my loot and laid down for a second longer than necessary.  Once it started to move, I got up and paid for my groceries. I caved and bought more reusable bags and ended up leaving with random stuff like a rotisserie chicken, QTips, cuties, and a virus. Sadly, what I forgot was the candy corns and cat food. Dang it.

Let There Be Bread-The Rest of the Story

So just to recap, I made keto bread on Sunday and here is the rest of the story.

As I very impatiently waited for the bread to bake I thought of all the ways I would eat it once it was done.  At a narrow margin of votes between butter and peanut butter, me being the only voter, butter won.  As soon as the bread maker dinged that it was done, I rushed over to open it.  Showtime!  I looked inside and saw that it was funky shaped and gray in color.  Odd but whatever.  It was also super-hot but I didn’t care about that either.  I yanked the pan out of the machine and tipped it over to get the loaf out.  It was not budging, I think it was scared of me.  Frankly, I was a little scared of me too.  It was at that point that I began a one-on-one with the loaf of bread.  I banged it on the counter and tried wedging it out with a knife.   I tried tongs and a giant spoon. No go.  Finally after a good ten minutes, like a raccoon, I ripped it out of the pan with my fingers.  Cussing just a little, I slapped butter on it and sandwiched two pieces together with the melting butter in the middle. I blew the hairs that had slipped out of my bun during my fight with the pan off of my forehead and took a huge bite.  I chewed for a few seconds and then stopped, trying to figure out if I liked it or not.  I chewed some more and then a lot more.  I chewed that first bite for a solid five minutes.  Holy crap that bread was dense but it was too late now.  I was all in and I was not admitting defeat.  After a large glass of water I had finished my first taste of keto bread.  It…was…horrible and I felt like I had a brick in my stomach that had tiny brick babies.  I left the bread in the kitchen and decided that it was dead to me.  By the time my Little found me, I was laying on the ground flailing around like a turtle that had flipped over.  Her little face scrunched up to a confused look and asked why I was trying to make snow angels on the carpet. Not caring to hear my answer, she turned to leave the room and warned me not to eat the moldy bread on the counter.