tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11274194414232582022024-03-19T06:51:15.825-04:00Come On, That Was Funny!Finding the Funny in Everyday Life.Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-31126573997571006222014-09-28T23:06:00.002-04:002014-10-01T22:51:58.162-04:00Happy 30th Anniversary, Tom.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The new "Mr. and Mrs. Gregory."</td></tr>
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Today I am married 30 years.<br />
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30 consecutive years to the same person.<br />
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It's not easy to be married. Anybody who is married knows this to be true. <br />
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The spouse is always the prime suspect when their spouse goes missing, or turns up dead. That should tell you everything you need to know about marriage. <br />
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Marriage is hard work, but I think it's worth the effort.<br />
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I'm a little nervous about writing this post because I feel like if I tell you some of the reasons why I'm still happy I married my husband I'll jinx myself, and next week I'll find out he has a second family. You know that's the way it always goes.<br />
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Oh well, I'll take the risk.<br />
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I feel fortunate to still be in love with the person I married. Why? <br />
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He makes the coffee every morning and brings it to me in bed. This is a big one.<br />
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He's funny and fun. We still enjoy each other's company and have lots of laughs together. Usually at his expense.<br />
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He's a wonderful dad. I don't think the boys truly understand how good their father is to them. Lucky for them, it's all they know.<br />
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He's easy. Tom goes along with most things and I'm grateful I don't have to waste a lot of energy convincing him to see things my way. Well, he is smart.<br />
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He cares about my happiness. This can be challenging because what makes me happy changes daily. I'm a little fickle.<br />
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He's a hard worker. I often joke that the secret to our long marriage is "direct deposit." Direct deposit of his pay check. Sadly, you cannot live on love despite your best efforts.<br />
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When you marry when you are youngsters, like us, you grow together. That's what we've done. We've struggled and we've prospered, but all the while we've been a team.<br />
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Now before you turn green with envy let me assure you it's not been all sunshine and roses. There are plenty of things that bug me about my husband and he can probably come up with 1 or 2 things about me that bug him, but overall the good far outweighs any bad.<br />
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I hope I have at least 30 more years with Tom, and a future filled with good health, daughters-in-law, grandchildren, beaches, martinis, beers, and dogs.<br />
<br />
Happy Anniversary, Tom.<br />
<br />Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-28732352754217204442014-09-13T18:59:00.000-04:002014-09-17T12:57:35.573-04:00The Big Reveal<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's a Boy!</td></tr>
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I have two nieces, both of whom are expecting babies, who staged "reveal" events to let people know the gender of their unborn babies.<br />
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One niece used pink and blue balloons for the big announcement, and the other had a cake that when sliced revealed blue icing to announce, "It's a Boy!"<br />
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I love to make everything special and to celebrate, so I think this new trend is fun. However, I can't help thinking about my mom's generation and how they acknowledged and announced their pregnancies.<br />
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I don't think "reveal" parties were a thing.<br />
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It was more like, "Jesus Christ, I think I'm pregnant."<br />
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"What? How did that happen?"<br />
<br />
"You know. The standard way."<br />
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"What are we going to do with another baby?"<br />
<br />
"I dont' know. We can't afford or cope with the ones we already have."<br />
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A little different don't you think? <br />
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And, there was no discussion about stopping drinking or smoking. Holy Cow. How is it that we all ended up pretty normal?<br />
<br />
Our mothers could not stage "reveal" parties because they were too busy whipping up martinis and driving to 7-11 to buy cigarettes.<br />
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Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-76324919918757801462014-09-12T09:45:00.000-04:002014-09-12T15:35:59.435-04:00You are Missing Out and You Are Missed<div class="MsoNormal">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">70th Birthday Celebration in Bermuda.</td></tr>
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Last night, I was recording all of Connor's school and soccer commitments
in my calendar book.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes, my paper
calendar book.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No online schedule for
me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the "September 18" square, I wrote the number “7” and
circled it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Seven is the number of years my mother has not been with
us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some days it feels like
yesterday she left us, and other days it feels like she's been gone forever.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When people pass away, we typically focus on the loved ones left
behind, but as my mom’s anniversary
approaches I’ve been thinking about all that she has left behind and has missed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She has missed Taylor’s high school and college graduations, his
move to another state, and the start of his first real job.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And, she never knew that Taylor fell in love
with the theatre, became a talented playwright, and learned to play the guitar.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She has missed Connor’s graduations from lower and middle school,
and she never knew about his obsession with soccer and what a diligent student he would become.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She never got to meet Charlie Brown and Bella.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The reality is that there would probably not
be a Charlie Brown and Bella if Nan were still around.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She never knew that I learned how to cook and that I
love it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although, she would disapprove
of some of my “everything in one pot” meals and that I don’t make a roast beef
every Sunday.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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She doesn't know that I pay attention to the
laundry like she did and I use her beloved Tide.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And, that we converted her bedroom into a laundry room; there could not be a more fitting
tribute to Nan. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She has missed out on reading my blog, which she would only have done
if I printed it out and gave it to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>For those of you who know Nan, you know what she’d say about the blog?
“Who has time for that nonsense?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Those are just some of the things she’s missed out with my
family. With my siblings and their families she has missed the weddings of her grand children, the birth of her first great-grandchild, holy communions, grade school, high school and college
graduations, and many birthdays and holidays.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
For a person who lived for her family and to celebrate their milestones, she has missed a lot.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Nan, I know you’re not happy to be missing everything, but
please know you are missed and that we acknowledge your absence at every gathering and every special occasion.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-24678028142813844942014-07-31T20:35:00.001-04:002014-08-01T10:27:40.971-04:00Gone to the Beach<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I can't believe it's the last day of July and I did not write one post the entire month. Well, I cannot let that happen, so here's a really lame one.<br />
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I am super lucky to spend most of my summer at the beach. Life is ridiculously unfair, as we should all get to spend the summer at the beach. I love it. My family loves it. The dogs love it.<br />
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There's just one problem. Nothing gets done. And, I mean nothing.<br />
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I don't know what happens to me when I get to the beach. I am normally very organized and productive, but just a whiff of the sea air and the prospect of an ice-cream cone and I'm a different person.<br />
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You know when you go on vacation and you forget about work, the house, the bills, etc.? That's what happens to me, but the problem is that I act like I'm on vacation all summer. <br />
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When I go home to Swarthmore, I gather up the mail and stick it in a brown bag and bring it to the shore to sort out and pay bills, but I don't ever deal with the mail, so I just keep adding stuff to the brown bag and driving it back and forth to the beach. The bag is almost full.<br />
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When it gets to be August I start feeling the need to get back to a normal routine. No more cream donuts on Sunday mornings, no more Custard King, no more eating Twizzlers on the beach (Why is that a thing?), and no more drinking beer from red Solo cups in the middle of the day. I'm a little sad just writing that stuff, but I know it's time.<br />
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If you have kids in college, or who play high school sports, then you know we are in the home stretch and the party we call Summer is coming to an end.<br />
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I hope you have had lots of fun and relaxation this Summer, and I'll get back to my routine in September, including regular posts on the blog.<br />
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Peace out. Girl Scout.Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-31566679853120531922014-06-11T21:41:00.000-04:002014-06-13T23:26:35.342-04:00What Makes the Perfect Dad?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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In anticipation of Father's Day, the boys and I talked about "What Makes the Perfect Dad?"<br />
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Here's what the boys had to say:<br />
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<b>Some Dads can fix anything. </b><br />
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We don't have one of those Dads. He has no interest in any activity that involves a tool. We have two handymen in our lives, and both of them are named "Bob." When we were little we called one of them "Uncle Bob" and the other one "Bob the Builder."<br />
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<b>Some Dads love to work in the yard. </b><br />
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Our Dad gave his lawn mower to Vince the Yard Guy and does not know the difference between grass seed and fertilizer.<br />
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<b>Some Dads love to work around the house. </b><br />
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Not our Dad. He has no interest in the house unless he is getting it ready for a party, and then he is the "Captain of Fun." He does put Christmas lights up every year, but my Mom is trying to discourage that since most years the lights stay up until the spring and then Vince the Yard guy needs to cut them out of the bushes and trees.<br />
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<b>Some Dads like to cook. </b><br />
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Nope. Not our Dad. Our Dad's kitchen skills are limited to pushing the handle to get the cubed ice that comes out of the refrigerator door that he uses to make his martinis. Gin, extra dry, straight up, shaken with olives. When we were toddlers we would entertain the waiters and order his martinis for him. <br />
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<b>Some Dads know everything about cars.</b><br />
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Not our Dad. Gas and a car wash are his limit. He doesn't do a lot of research when purchasing a new car; he's driven BMWs for the last ten years because there is a BMW dealership next to his office. That's the only reason.<br />
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<b>Some Dads want their kids to be just like them.</b><br />
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Not our Dad. He wants us to be whatever we want to be as long as we are productive, honest, and kind. <br />
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<b>He is the perfect Dad.</b><br />
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He is generous and loving.<br />
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He hugs and kisses us every time he sees us.<br />
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He makes our family his number one priority.<br />
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He never misses a school or sports event.<br />
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He is happy when we are happy.<br />
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He is the best "reluctant" dog owner you'll ever meet.<br />
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He loves pizza, beer, and Philly sports.<br />
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He makes us laugh.<br />
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He thinks we're the best thing since sliced bread. If you know him then you've been subjected to endless bragging about everything we've ever done in our lives. He's awful. We're sorry.<br />
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We love him and are grateful for all that he is, and all that he does, but you know what really makes him the perfect Dad?</div>
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He loves our Mom.<br />
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<br />Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-14901130141199349482014-05-28T08:16:00.006-04:002014-05-28T08:18:52.538-04:00Philadelphia:The Ugliest City in America<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My son's girlfriend sent me this photo and I thought to myself, "That's a nice shot of Tom and I. We're not a bad looking couple."<br />
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I don't think we're Brad and Angelina, but we're certainly not the worst looking couple you've ever seen. Right?<br />
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Well, not everybody agrees with me.<br />
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This is a true story.<br />
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About 20 years ago on a Saturday afternoon, Tom and I were walking down Walnut Street in Center City Philadelphia. We saw a camera crew on the street, pointing the camera at us, but did not think anything of it.<br />
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That night, my brother-in-law called and said, "Turn on the TV. Turn on the TV. You're going to be on TV." <br />
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Apparently, the broadcaster had previewed the stories coming up after the commercial break and a picture Tom and I flashed on the TV screen.<br />
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Tom quickly turned on the TV just as the newscaster was reading a report about a survey conducted by the newspaper USA Today that voted Philadelphia the "Ugliest City in America."<br />
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As the newscaster read the report an image of Tom and I walking down the street filled the TV screen.<br />
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Now you can tell people you know the "Ugliest Couple in America!"<br />
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By the way, Philadelphia has also been voted the "Most Hostile" and one of the "Most Obese" cities, so I guess I can work with "Ugliest."Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-3923795668617000002014-05-21T12:30:00.001-04:002014-05-23T11:29:53.566-04:00"I Have a Good Idea for The Blog"Since starting the blog I've received lots of suggestions for things to blog about, but I don't think I'm clever enough to build a story around some of the ideas provided to me.<br />
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For example, the photo below is from my niece in Florida, and it is a funny photo, but beyond sharing the photo of the monkey riding on its owner's car mirror, drinking from a sippy cup, what do I say? <br />
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What I really want to know about is the person driving the car and why he has a little monkey dressed like a person traveling with him? Now, that's a story worth pursuing. Unfortunately, since this photo was taken at a red light there was no opportunity for my niece to get more details.<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">The photo below was sent to me from my sister. As you can see, it's a photo of a rodent in the trash. "Ew, that's gross!" Now what do I say?</span></div>
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This is a photo of a person's hand that experienced an allergic reaction to a bee sting. "Ouch!" I got nothing else.<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">Tom and I saw this sign while on a walk in Orlando earlier this year. He thought it might be good for the blog, and while the sign's message is definitely intriguing, I for one am not writing any blog post that includes the words "Islamic, God, and Jugular Vein." Just feels like that would be bad karma.</span></div>
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When I was in the Philadelphia airport recently, I saw three nuns dressed in their "habits" in line at a Chick-fil-A. My first reaction was, "Now that's funny." I don't know why I thought the sight of three nuns getting chicken nuggets and fries was funny, but I did. I know nuns eat and I assume they eat fast food too. <br />
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I could have created a blog around the nuns at the Chick-fil-A, but I was afraid to take their photo because it felt sacrilegious to use those devout women for a laugh. I was also afraid I might get struck down by the Big Guy. I really needed the photo because you really needed to see the visual of the nuns standing in line next to the full-sized cutout cow advertising, "Eat Mor Chikin."<br />
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I guess if I was really immature and wanted to write something very juvenile I could have worked with the photo of the German bratwurst below, but just the knowledge that a person in my family ordered an entree title "Assorted German Bratwurst" was not funny to me. And, you all know who ordered that entree.<br />
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I've also had many suggestions to write a blog post about the infamous "Vince the Yard Guy." Now that is a good suggestion, and in fact, Vince has enough material to support a blog dedicated to him.<br />
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Here are some highlights from the past 20 years:<br />
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<li>He once gave me a used Mother's Day card.</li>
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<li>One Friday night he barged into our kitchen declaring, "I just saw a cougar!" Then he turned to Connor, or Kyle as Vince likes to call him, and said, "You know I would not lie to you Kyle." We're not sure why he singled out Connor, but after we calmed him down and he left we all were worried he might be on really bad drugs. Turns out, "Cougar on the Loose" was the top story on that evening's news.</li>
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<li>While we don't have definitive proof, we think there was a time period when Vince used the boys' tree house as a place to sleep. One morning I saw his bike on the tree house landing and a shirt hanging over the railing. I said to Vince, "You know you can't sleep there." To which he responded, "I know Ms. Peggy."</li>
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<li>Over the years I have loaned Vince lots of money that he has always paid back by "working it off." I have purchased a plane ticket so he could go to his father's funeral, a bus ticket for his sister's funeral, a train ticket and contribution for his family reunion, and countless other situations. </li>
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<li>He once helped Tom clean the garage and Tom gave him several boxes of opened liquor bottles. I did not know that Vince stored the bottles in the boys' tree house until I kept seeing him at all times of the day and night sneaking in the tree house for "a little something."</li>
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<li>I always give him leftovers, or soup when I make it, and one time he brought me a bowl of deliciousness that included Ramen noodles and Spam. He thought I would like it.</li>
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<li>Vince usually shows up on Xmas Eve to tidy up the yard for us. That is really code for, "I need money for the holidays." One Xmas Eve, after he finished his work, he asked Tom to give him a ride to his brother's house. On the way, he asked to stop at the Dollar Store where Tom waited in the car while Vince shopped and then it was on to his brother's house in Delaware. The trip took Tom so long that he missed Xmas Eve mass.</li>
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<li>A few summers ago Taylor went to London to study abroad and Vince asked me if he took the bus there, from Philadelphia.</li>
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<li>I've spent countless hours on the phone with the VA Hospital, scheduling and canceling appointments for Vince, and giving him carfare to get to said appointments.</li>
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<li>There was the famous "smoking pot" episode in the boys' tree house when I pretended I didn't see him smoking pot, but we both knew that I did. It's interesting as I write these recollections that a lot of Vince-activity takes place in the boys' tree house. Apparently, that was a good investment 16+ years ago.</li>
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<li>When I came home from Vermont this week, Vince gave me a kiss to congratulate me on Taylor's college graduation. He told me, "I remember when he was just a little blond haired boy playing in his (my) tree house."</li>
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I don't really know what the deal is with Vince. He tends to come around on his own schedule when he needs money, but when he does show up he is a hard worker, he's honest in all of his dealings with us, and he gives me a lot of good laughs. People think we're crazy to put up with his shenanigans, but he's a good person who got off the track somewhere along the line, but not completely. We love him.<br />
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If any of you come up with any good blog ideas send them along, as you can probably tell I'm very open to suggestions.<br />
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<br />Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-73649143184847358422014-05-13T22:57:00.001-04:002014-05-14T14:10:34.945-04:00We Love You, Now Grow the @!%# Up!<div class="MsoNormal">
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">T</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">his is for my son, Taylor, as he graduates
college.<span style="color: #1a356e;"> </span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You’ve been expensive. Expensive to
feed, clothe, house, entertain, and educate. We don’t dare estimate
what we’ve spent preparing to launch you, especially the education part. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">15 years of independent school tuition, 2 years of
Pre-Kindergarten because Mrs. Ezzo said you were not mature enough for
Kindergarten. Turns out, Mrs. Ezzo was a genius. Then there
was your college tuition. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As you venture into the world and embark on your
journey of independent adulthood, here’s what we would consider payback:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i>Support yourself.</i></b> Get
a job. You might need two or three jobs. You may not like
your job or your boss, the work might be boring, but that’s
okay. It’s just a job and you can’t support yourself without a
job. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So get a job, keep it, and don’t waste a lot of
energy complaining about it. Focus on the parts of the job you like
and realize that you may not be happy every day at work. Having a roof
over your head and food in your belly are reasons to smile. So slap
on a smile, pull up your boots, and get on with it!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If you decide you want to do something different,
or need to make more money, then look for a new job, but don’t ever quit your
job before you have another one, unless your life is in danger, actually. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Also, remember how you would call my semi-monthly
deposits for your living expenses "payday?" That was cute.
Well, your "real" payday won't be deposited a day early because
you only have $2 left, and you won't get any extra for holidays. Sorry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i>Be a good employee</i></b>. Get
to work on time, dress appropriately and wear clean clothes, don’t waste the
company’s time or resources, and be respectful to everybody with whom you work.
No texting (unless it's me), Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, or Tumblr when
you should be working.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Don’t call in sick unless you are really
sick. The number of alleged<span style="color: #f50000;"> </span>illnesses
and<span style="color: #f50000;"> </span>deaths of extended family members you
suffered in college was truly unbelievable, and your professors did not believe
you. However, while<span style="color: #f50000;"> </span>they could not
fire you for missing class, your boss can fire you for missing
work. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Never drink alcohol at lunch and don’t share too
much personal information. Trust me, nobody will be impressed that
you have watched every <i>Family Guy</i> episode at least 10 times, although
Daddy and I are super proud of that accomplishment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sadly, your weekday afternoon naps are a thing of
the past. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i> </i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i>Work hard</i></b>. If you work
hard you will get results. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Don’t believe the hype that there are no
opportunities for your generation, so what’s the point? The point is
that we live in a great country and there are opportunities, but you must seek
them out, and make the most of them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Your parents come from very humble
backgrounds. Your Dad grew up with 9 people in a row home with 3 bedrooms
and 1 bathroom. That he paid 100% of your education is one of the
proudest accomplishments of his life. He works hard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Please trust us on this one, work hard and we
promise you it will pay off. It will not be immediate, but hard work
does have its rewards, and you’ll feel good about your accomplishments.
Keep in mind your "rewards" may not all be financial in nature.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i>Live debt-free</i></b>. Savor
the freedom of being debt-free and keep it that way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Live on what you make and you will always
have options. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If your friends or colleagues appear to have more
money to spend than you, 9 out of 10 times, they are living on credit, or their
parents are funding them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It’s normal to struggle when you are just
starting out building a career. It’s your chance to be normal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Don’t be afraid to say, “I can’t afford it.”
Don't care what people think. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is not easy to do, so you'll need to work hard at it, but you'll be happier if you are not always worrying about money.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You like romantic things, find the romance in being
broke. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i>Pay your bills. </i></b>Pay your
bills on time and protect your credit. You’ll need good credit to
buy a car, a place to live, and for most jobs. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One day late is late. I know we had some
trouble with this concept with your checking account when you would overdraw it
by $1.50, and I had to convince you that any number with a “-“ sign in front of
it is still negative, even if it’s a small number. Remember, negative is
negative and late is late.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i>Create a home for yourself</i></b>. You
don’t have to live like you’re<span style="color: #1a356e;"> </span>still in
college until you can afford the perfect apartment or house. Start
now to create a home wherever you are living. Keep it tidy and be a
good neighbor. Do your laundry more than quarterly and leave your
“commando” days in the past. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And, we never want to open another email from your
landlord with photos of your apartment looking like a “crack house” and a
bathtub that looks like a science project. Those days are behind us,
right? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i>Eat well, exercise and stay healthy</i></b>. It’s
time to take Dominoes off the speed dial, and to agree that Burritos are not a
legitimate Food Group. Learn how to cook a few good things and eat
at home as much as possible. Cereal can be a legitimate dinner if
it’s not <i>Lucky Charms</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Make exercise a part of your
lifestyle. Believe us, the weight just creeps up on you, and
suddenly you are overweight. Don’t wait until you’re 50 years old
and need to take all sorts of medications because of your weight. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stay healthy, it’s cheaper and a better way to go
through life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i>Live a tattoo-free life</i></b>. If
you are considering a tattoo, promise to talk to us and then wait 30 days after
our conversation before your final decision.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If you do go ahead with the “I Love Mom” tattoo
just make sure it’s someplace where you can cover it up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i>Always pursue your passion</i></b>. If
you can make a living doing what you love, that’s great. If you
can’t, still pursue your passion on a part-time basis. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If you put the work in you’ll end up where you’re
supposed to get.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><i>Have fun.</i></b> You can still
have a lot of fun as an independent adult. We still
do. You can even
still observe "Thirsty Thursday," but know that Friday mornings will
roll around earlier than they did in college. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Remember the motto your Nanny lived by, “If you’re
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You won’t get it right all the
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mom and Dad<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-3076125179272694442014-05-06T14:18:00.000-04:002014-05-08T07:31:42.253-04:00Help Wanted: Mom<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuG6QKaYcfDMRw5mlFNoo7j2kwzgm27qt3_Ln7C5I4rBidKMtcTy_wjry69J9476bRDNWBAtZh_6QQqAY86VjR7lIUI5Nv5Mo7y7ndgAbCxvKDSHGHujRRi591H6xEvQfn5PCkJcpkYfE/s1600/320479_4032848343280_1967010801_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuG6QKaYcfDMRw5mlFNoo7j2kwzgm27qt3_Ln7C5I4rBidKMtcTy_wjry69J9476bRDNWBAtZh_6QQqAY86VjR7lIUI5Nv5Mo7y7ndgAbCxvKDSHGHujRRi591H6xEvQfn5PCkJcpkYfE/s1600/320479_4032848343280_1967010801_n.jpg" height="213" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Belize, 2011</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Being a Mom has been one of the most rewarding
experiences of my life. My boys have
brought me endless joy and happiness, but if I had read a job description for
"Mom" before starting a family, I might have thought twice before
applying.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Job Description: Mom</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Overview:</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No experience required</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Salary - $0</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No vacation or sick days</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hours - 24/7, 365 days a year (Half-day off on
Mother's Day)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lifetime commitment required</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The successful candidate will:</b> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Function on little or no sleep, as required,</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Demonstrate flexibility and fairness,</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Place the needs of their clients (kids) before
their own,</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Have excellent negotiation skills,</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Be willing to get peed, pooped, and vomited on,</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Work with little supervision or assistance, and</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Take on additional seasonal activities, as needed.</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Additional skills preferred, but can be learned on
the job:</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cooking</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cleaning </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Laundry</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Light medical</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Homework/Tutoring</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hosting birthday parties</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Volunteering at school</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Coaching</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Organizing extracurricular activities</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Scheduling </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now that I have had 23 years of experience, I would
add the following additional key roles of a successful Mom:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Psychologist</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">At our house, I'm the one the boys dump on. I
get to absorb all of their angst when something is bothering them, their
frustrations when they have too much schoolwork, their stress when they have
too much going on. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A phone call from Taylor or a conversation on the way
to school with Connor can send my mood spiraling downward, as I worry all day
about them. Many times I'll check in with them a few hours later and they
can't recall what was bothering them. They just needed to get it off
their chests. Thanks. I'm glad I could help. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Cheerleader</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It's my job to prop the boys up and to encourage
them to do their best. When the boys were in grade school I would sing
the mantra, "Positive Thinker. Positive Thinker," every morning
on the way to school to get them psyched. I'm a really bad singer, so I
can't say how effective my efforts were. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've also spent years of my life in audiences,
classrooms, and on sidelines celebrating all of their achievements, large and
small. And, you know, despite how much we love our children some of that
stuff can be boring…no <u>painful</u> is more accurate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Stylist</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They don't let me dress them anymore, but when they
did this was an important job to me. Do you know how hard it is to find
matching outfits when there's a 6+ years age difference? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Taylor let me dress him until he graduated from
high school. True story. Perhaps that's why he now buys his clothes
at the Goodwill. If you knew him when he was younger and saw the get-ups
I put on him, then you know that the way he dresses now is the best way for him
to get back at me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Connor fired me as his stylist when he was 13
months old. That's not an exaggeration. He refused to wear overalls
after his 1st birthday and has had an opinion on what to wear ever since.
Fortunately, he does not shop at the Goodwill and has his own style, not
one I always approve of, but a style nonetheless.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Psychic</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It is true Moms have super powers. I know
when something is wrong. I see it in their faces and I hear it in their
voices. I can also sense when something is up in the pattern of their
texts or phone calls. I'll say to Tom, "Something is up, I know
it." He'll just shake his head, but I'm right 9 out of 10 times.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You Moms know what I'm talking about. We just
know. We feel something is not aligning in the Universe. Too bad we
can't harness those super powers to find the damn car keys in our purses.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm also able to see things that are in plain view
that the kids are unable to see. Only after I get up, go upstairs, and go
to the exact spot where I told them they would find whatever they are looking
for are they able to see it too. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Ringleader</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm the one in our house who does all of the
planning and work for vacations and holidays. I made the mistake early on
of creating all sorts of traditions around holidays and events, and
unfortunately they can be exhausting to maintain, but when I try and change or
eliminate any of them the boys protest. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Being the only female in a house of males it sometimes
feels like nobody pays attention to all of the work and logistics involved in
making things run smoothly, and sometimes I threaten them that I'm not going to
do it anymore. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That's when they tell me, "Thank you for
making everything so special" and then I feel guilty for threatening to
throw all of the Christmas decorations in the trash.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Chauffeur</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Shuttling kids to all of their activities can be a
full-time job. I don't know how people with more than one child can
logistically get everybody where they need to be. I think I'd have to
insist all of the kids do the same activities. Individuality is overrated.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The good news about being in the car so much is
that it doubles as an excellent interrogation room. My son is trapped in
the car and can't avoid my questions, or me, and if I have the good fortune to
drive around his friends I get to pump them for information too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The car is also the perfect spot for me to practice
my singing, and to think up clever Facebook posts as I wait in drop off and
pick up lines.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Prison Warden</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My least favorite job is to be a disciplinarian,
but lucky for me I have a little bit of my mother in me when it comes to
parenting. My basic philosophy is pretty simple, "Because I'm the
parent and I said so."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Bad Wife (Sometimes)</b> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Every marriage counselor will tell you to put your
marriage before your kids. That's not something we've done. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Tom tells the story of how his Dad summed up his
relationship with his Mom as follows, "I love your Mother and I love you
kids, but I love your Mom more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your
Mother loves you kids more than she loves me." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Fortunately, we are both happy to put the boys first,
but when Connor leaves for college in two years we'll see how this strategy
works out. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I'll keep you posted, and if things don't work out
I'll just start a new blog about a bitter divorcee, and it won't be called <i>Come On, That Was Funny!<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Friend (With limited benefits)</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I love my kids, but I also like them a lot. I
enjoy their company, they make me laugh and I would choose them as friends if I
weren't their Mom. But, I am their Mom, so we're not really friends, but
I still like them like a friend. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Unlike my friends, they make me crazy sometimes
like no other person on this planet, except the dogs, but they're are not
people. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There I said it, "THE DOGS ARE NOT
PEOPLE!" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We live in a scary world, especially with regard to
raising children. I'm grateful that my boys have thus far (every smart
parent always includes a caveat) been really great kids providing us with
endless joy and entertainment. I'm not naive enough to believe great
parenting got us this far; we've been blessed with luck too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Taylor graduates from college next week and I can still remember the day we took him to Montessori school and Tom and I cried in the
parking lot after we dropped him off. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And, I remember like it was yesterday, picking
Connor up on his first day of school and him telling me, "Pull over, get
out, and come hug me." He's old enough to drive a car. That
makes me sad.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Life goes by quickly. I know it's cliché, but
it's true. I get melancholy when I think of all the things that we don't
do anymore. Trick or treating, Easter egg hunts, building sand doodle
castles, bringing cupcakes to school for birthdays, school plays. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You think it will last forever while it's all going
on and you don't always enjoy it like you should because you're tired from it
all going on. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Remember this if your kids are still young.
It won't last forever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Thank you boys for the love you give to me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I love you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mom <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">xo<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">PS:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am fortunate to have many people in my life that
I love and who love me, but sometimes the only person you want is your Mom.
Missing my Mom on Mother's Day and everyday. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Make sure you let your Mom know how much you love
her and how important she is to you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-12825855412269168192014-04-29T10:31:00.001-04:002014-06-02T21:14:32.251-04:00"IF" I Drink/"THEN" I Pee<div class="MsoNormal">
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I recently saw the play “If/Then” in New York. The star of the show is Idina Menzel, you may recall she is the woman who sang the theme song from the Disney movie "Frozen," and whose name
John Travolta famously mispronounced as Adele Dazeem at the 2014 Academy Awards show.<br />
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The play was enjoyable, but left me feeling a little
melancholy. It was the kind of show where you wanted to go home and hug and kiss your husband. Well, I did. I would recommend it just to hear
Idina’s beautiful singing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The show was a Wednesday matinee and most of the attendees were women.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Women who had rushed from
lunch to make the 2:00 o’clock curtain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>At intermission there was a mass stampede to the restrooms, and<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> i</span>f you’ve ever been to a Broadway show in New
York then you know the bathroom situation is not ideal for women.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Women always wait, on average 14-20 minutes. That's a fact. I looked it up.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My friend and I joined the back of a long line that snaked
down a set of stairs and around several corners. I’m not exaggerating when I
estimate that there were 50 women waiting to go pee, and many of the ladies looked
to be in distress. Some of the women bailed out of the line and announced that they were going next door to the Marriott to use the bathrooms. Seemed like an extreme move.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As we patiently waited our turn, we watched a young woman walk past everybody in the queue and waltz into the bathroom. Then
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Apparently, it’s a strategy that works if<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>you have the brass "you-know-whats" to try it.<o:p></o:p><br />
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I waited my turn and rewarded myself with a box of yummy Junior Mints. Good things do come to those who wait. So there, you rude wenches!<br />
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On our way out of the city we saw the person below walking on stilts dressed as the Statue of Liberty. If that does not impress you, then you should know there were two more people dressed the same way, on the same corner, also on stilts. Oh, and that's Mickey Mouse and Elmo in the background.<br />
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You've gotta love New York!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lady Liberty.</td></tr>
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Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-74510187476223227802014-04-23T16:21:00.002-04:002014-04-23T16:58:24.573-04:00Observations of a Soccer Mom<br />
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This weekend my son's club soccer team travels to New York for a weekend tournament. If you have children who play competitive sports, then you know what a big commitment of time and money it is to be part of these teams, and how involved the spectators get. And by spectators, I mean parents, usually Dads, but sometimes Moms too.</div>
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For my son's travel soccer team the parents have to sign a document promising to behave. Basically, "behave" means to not exchange words with the parents of the other teams, or with any of the players. So for the Dads on our team that leaves talking to each other and to themselves, which they don't even realize they are doing. <br />
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I call the Dads' constant chattering "Soccer Tourettes." (Note: I'm poking fun at the Dads and don't mean to insult anyone actually afflicted with Tourette Syndrome.) If you don't know about this syndrome, one of the symptoms involves repeating words or phrases. So, the Dads stand alone or in small groups, they never sit down, and blurt out words and phrases for most of the 80 minutes of every game.<br />
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Some words/phrases are unique to specific Dads and other words/phrases are muttered by all of the Dads in unison. Here are some of the more popular ones:<br />
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<b>"SIR?"</b><br />
That's what they say when they disagree with a call the referee made. They only say "Sir" once, but say it like they are asking a question. "SIR? Technically, they are not allowed to say anything to the referees, maybe that's why they call them "Sir." By the way, they do not distinguish between male and female referees, "Sir" is apparently a unisex term in soccer.<br />
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<b>"Unlucky."</b><br />
This word is usually said two times in unison, "Unlucky. Unlucky." It means there was a bad outcome, but it was not necessarily the fault of the players.<br />
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<b>"Good Idea."</b><br />
Said once or twice and sometimes while clapping hands when a play was a "good idea" despite being unsuccessful.<br />
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<b>"That's a good ball!"</b><br />
Their voices drop a few octaves and they drag out the words when they say, "Thaaaattttt's a gooooood baaaaalll!" This is used when they are especially happy with a corner kick. I'm unable to tell you how a corner kick comes about, but I do know that a player kicks the ball from the corner of the field, hence "corner kick."<br />
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<b>"Find feet."</b><br />
This is used when they want the boys to pass the ball to a specific player and to not just kick it randomly. Every time I hear "Find Feet" I automatically scan the field looking for feet lying about.<br />
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<b>"You gotta shoot that ball!!!"</b><br />
When the Dads think a player missed an opportunity to take a shot they let him know, "You gotta shoot that ball!" This one really gets them and they usually turn around, walk a few steps, turn back around, clap their hands and say, "Okay, okay, that's alright, here we go!"<br />
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<b>"Pressure."</b><br />
I don't know what's going on when they mutter this one, but it's always repeated quickly under their breath, "Pressure. Pressure."<br />
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I asked my son if he can hear the Dads, and he said usually not, but he can hear me screaming. <br />
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What? I have Soccer Tourettes too? <br />
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It seems I randomly shout out various boys' names with the phrase, "Way to go!" Okay, that's not bad. I'm just being positive.<br />
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I wonder if I say "Way to go!" at the appropriate time since I don't think I totally understand what's going on most of the time despite watching soccer for years, unlike the Dads who act like soccer experts, but don't look the part.<br />
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For me, the most important information at a soccer tournament is the availability of bathrooms. Like many women my age, I have to pee a lot, especially in the morning because of coffee. <br />
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When the games are at fields with actual bathrooms, that's ideal. However, a unisex porta potty setup is a nightmare. If it's an absolutely dire situation I can handle the porta potty in the morning of Day 1 of a tournament, but I won't go near those things on Day 2 or Day 3. Never.<br />
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Apparently, having diarrhea before a game is a popular warm up activity for the kids.<br />
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<br />Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-55348436338072513562014-04-15T12:01:00.000-04:002014-04-21T21:37:03.491-04:00Your Neighbors' Recyclables<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My favorite day to walk the dogs is the day "recyclables" get put out in my neighborhood. I live on a cul de sac with only 8 houses, and we have the most interesting recyclables, so my street is no fun, but when I venture a few blocks to walk the dogs things get interesting.<br />
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I know so much about the people I have never met simply by observing what they put out in their recyclable cans. For example:<br />
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<li>Some major winos live at "Blue Shutters," at least I hope it's more than one person doing the drinking because their can is overflowing with empty wine bottles, all sizes and flavors, every week. I have never seen any person at this house except a woman from a cleaning service. I always say hello to her since I'm hoping to get some intelligence on what the people at that house do for a living. They either have really terrible jobs that makes them drink, or really easy jobs that allow them to be hungover everyday. It's worth pursuing. Maybe a stake out is in my future.</li>
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<li>"White Volvo" feeds the family lots of crappy, processed food. I need to get a look at that gang because they consume several industrial-sized boxes of Mac and Cheese weekly and they wash it down with lots of Diet Coke. Based on the stickers on the back of their car, it appears that there are 2 kids and two parents eating all that junk. No pets. At least one of the kids is an Honor Roll Student, that doesn't add up based on all the chemicals they consume.</li>
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<li>I think a young couple lives in "Broken Mailbox" because a) the mailbox has been broken for two years, and b) they drink a lot of beer and eat a lot of pizza. I think we could be friends.</li>
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<li>I know an older couple lives in "Closed Window Blinds" because they sit on the porch in the warm weather. They eat a lot of Special K and almond milk. I'm a little worried they are not getting enough protein because they are really skinny and the number of empty cereal boxes in their weekly can suggests they mainly exist on cereal. Where are their adult children?</li>
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<li>Somebody at "Window Boxes" is a compulsive shopper. Every week there are two cans full of brown shipping boxes from lots of high end stores. Good for them. I think we could be friends, too.</li>
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<li>"Toys in Yard" must have a clown car full of kids. I usually see a bunch of kids playing in the yard and there are several empty boxes of diapers in different sizes in the weekly pickup. The kids I see playing are too old for diapers, so I'm guessing they are either running a home daycare or have 5 or 6 kids. Either scenario is frightening to me.</li>
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The next time you put out your recyclables you should consider that you might have a nosy neighbor, like me, judging you based on what's in your recyclable can, or maybe you're that nosy neighbor?<br />
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<br />Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-636682114200511112014-04-08T17:12:00.000-04:002014-04-08T17:14:45.260-04:00Busted<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This weekend we went to the drive-thru at our local Dairy Queen. Connor ordered his usual "large Oreo blizzard" and Tom and I passed. Tom wanted the "chili cheese dog combo," but I discouraged him with my "seriously Tom?" face.<br />
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We pulled up to the window to pay and the following conversation took place:<br />
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DQ Lady: Hi, I didn't know that was you. I didn't recognize the car. Welcome back.<br />
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Me: Hi there. This is my husband Tom. It's his car. When did you open for the season?<br />
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DQ Lady: We opened last week. Is that Connor in the back? Hey Connor, here's your usual. I guess you gave up ice cream for Lent again?<br />
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Me: Yeah I did. How was your winter? Did you go to Florida? How are the dogs?<br />
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DQ Lady: We went to Florida for most of the winter, and the dogs are good. How's Charlie? Still anxious?<br />
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Me: Of course. Okay, we'll see you soon.<br />
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Tom: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?<br />
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Me: What was what?<br />
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Tom: Why is the DQ Lady your best friend?<br />
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Me: I just know her from coming here.<br />
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Tom: How often do you come here?<br />
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Me: I don't know. We only come here in the spring.<br />
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Tom: Okay, but it seems like you know her really well. How often do you two come here?<br />
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Me: I don't know, maybe a couple times a week.<br />
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Tom: Really, how many?<br />
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Me: Most days after school.<br />
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Tom: I thought Connor was lactose intolerant.<br />
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Me: He is. We go straight home.<br />
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Silence.<br />
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Tom to self: Wow, what goes on when I'm not around?<br />
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Connor to self: I hope Dad doesn't ruin a good thing.<br />
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Me to self: Drive-thru at Dairy Queen? Really? If that's my biggest shenanigan during the day, I'd say that's pretty good! He obviously did not watch the Today Show special about the Moms who drink during the day, which I have to believe is more interesting than a vanilla twist cone with sprinkles. Okay, they are rainbow sprinkles!<br />
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<br />Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-30129321658653642462014-04-01T13:28:00.000-04:002014-04-01T13:28:13.178-04:00Why Do Moms Worry?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Why do Moms worry? I don't know. But I'm a Mom, and I worry!<br />
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I was not a worrier before I had children, but when I became a Mom some terrible transformation took place and I worried about most things when the kids were young.<br />
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<b>Worry: The kids will stop breathing in their sleep.</b><br />
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This was an easy one to handle as we just let them sleep with us until they were ready to shave. Lucky for us, they were late bloomers. It's a little weird, but it worked for me. You just need a big bed.<br />
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<b>Worry: The kids will choke on their food. </b><br />
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"Chokers" was a category in my Food Pyramid. "You can't eat that. It's a choker!" If I found a piece of hard candy in the house it was like I found a Quaalude. "Oh my God, whose Jolly Rancher is this? Jesus."<br />
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This is a reasonable concern, right? In fact, my oldest son choked on calamari at a restaurant when he was about 8 years old. Thankfully, he was super calm and I'm terrific in a crisis. Kidding. He stood on his chair and waved his hands in the air as I stood up and screamed, "He's choking! He's choking! He's choking!" At no time during the crisis did I actually try to help him. <br />
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Fortunately, my husband is actually good in a crisis, and he calmly reached down his throat and pulled out the calamari. I still cannot look at calamari without breaking out in a sweat.<br />
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I also worry about other people's children choking. Once at a restaurant I was unable to eat my meal because I was so concerned about a 3-year old girl eating chicken wings. I could barely swallow as I watched her eat 10 wings. She was fine and her parents tossed her a wet nap when she was done. Go figure.<br />
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<b>Worry: The kids will have an illness.</b><br />
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I could write pages on this scenario, but let's just say WebMD is bookmarked on my laptop.<br />
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<b>Worry: The kids will be abducted.</b><br />
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This was a big one for me. I think it stems from watching too many episodes of <i>America's Most Wanted, </i>the TV show hosted by John Walsh, whose son was actually abducted.<i> </i><br />
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To this day, when I see a white van without windows I assume it's being driven by a man with a bag of candy on his lap and a bunch of kids tied up in the back.<br />
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When my boys were young I created a "secret word" for them to memorize. The idea was that if anyone ever came to pick them up, and said that I sent them to do so, they would have to tell the boys the "secret word." <br />
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The problem with the "secret word" was that every time we practiced I couldn't remember the word, and I confused them about when to use the word because I kept inventing new possible scenarios. They probably thought it would be simpler to go with whoever wanted them because there was no chance that person was as nuts as their own mother.<br />
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Thinking your kids will get stolen is not something my Mom thought about. When my youngest was about 2 years old he wondered away from me at the mall. I immediately freaked out. My Mom, who was with me, just calmly started calling his name. I remember looking at my watch to get the specific time because I knew from watching TV shows that the police would need to know exactly what time he went missing. I then ran to find a mall cop, so that he could lock down the exits. Getting the mall cop? I was really thinking clearly.<br />
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I was hyperventilating and was certain he was the victim of an underground adoption ring targeting little blonde-haired and blue-eyed boys. Meanwhile, my Mom found my son in Border's bookstore and was at Friendly's getting him ice cream. She never broke a sweat. I didn't sleep for a week.<br />
<b><br /></b><b>Worry: The kids will get lost.</b><br />
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My dogs have microchips implanted in their necks. You know I would have been all over that technology if it had existed when my kids were young. I was tempted to use leashes. Okay, I was more than tempted, I bought one, but my husband would not allow me to use it. Jerko.<br />
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We went to Disney World when the kids were young and I made stickers with their names and my phone number and put them inside their shoes. On the way to the park, I quizzed the boys about what they should do if they got lost.<br />
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Yes, I actually instructed the boys to stand in place and take their shoes off if they got lost. Wow. Talk about giving your kids the tools to survive. I'm the best. It seemed like a good idea, but in hindsight I don't think anyone would have assumed a child standing still holding their shoes was lost, and I was potentially giving an abductor their names. For the record, I did not include the "secret word" on the stickers. I probably could not remember it!<br />
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Fortunately, they didn't get lost and I abandoned the sticker in the shoe idea when I saw that their information was smeared from their sweaty feet.<br />
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<b>Worry: The kids will get hurt.</b><br />
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This one covered a lot of area. Too much even for me to think about. Let's just say, it's not easy for the boys to truly enjoy going to the movies because of me. Thank goodness for Netflix.<br />
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First, there's the concern about contracting lice from the seat. It could happen. Then there's the stress of being aware of all the exits and everybody sitting around you. Good thing previews last 20 minutes because that's how long their reconnaissance takes. Finally, it does not matter what is happening in the movie, you need to watch out for any person walking around the theatre.<br />
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I will concede that some of my behavior has been over the top, but we do live in a scary world and I've just tried to protect the boys from harm and make them aware of their surroundings. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.<br />
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Do not think for a minute that I don't know that I am, at least partly, responsible for their anxiety. And, amazingly none of us are medicated.<br />
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Thank goodness they are older now and I only have to worry about driving, drinking, drugs and unwanted pregnancy. "I'm happy I made it through the tough parts," said NO PARENT EVER.<br />
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Why Do Moms Worry? I don't know. But I'm a Mom, and I worry!<br />
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Do you worry?Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-41596709861595238332014-03-28T18:11:00.000-04:002014-03-28T18:40:49.079-04:00"Dress Thinner by Dinner" and Other Lies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'll buy any magazine that features an article on "easy" ways to look younger, lose weight, get in shape, feel better, be sexier, etc., etc. You get it. Shallow and looking for a quick fix.<br />
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I recently read an article, "10 Steps to Look 10 Years Younger." As I read the article, I was happy to see that I already did 9 of the 10 steps. My happiness was short lived when I realized I'm almost 54, but I don't look 44. I look 54. Does that mean if I didn't do those 9 steps I would look 64? This math is giving me more frown lines. <br />
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Maybe the problem is that it's "an all or nothing" thing, and that unless I do all 10 steps none of the steps count. Okay, I will buy an eyelash curler tomorrow and start curling my eyelashes, in addition to continuing with the other 9 steps, and we'll see if I look 10 years younger. Stay tuned.<br />
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Another article title that grabbed my attention was "21 Days to a Bikini Body." As you might have guessed, the title was a little misleading and assumed the reader was beginning their 21-day countdown with a pretty fit body. Who edits this junk?<br />
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Why did I bother with that article? I don't know? Memorial Day is quickly approaching and I thought that might be a good goal for the summer kickoff, even though I have not worn a bikini in over 30 years. Sadly, I determined that I would need more than 21 days even if I ate only lettuce, drank only water, and exercised all day. Oh well, I love a cute cover-up anyway.<br />
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I'm a reasonably intelligent person and yet I still bought the magazine hoping someone discovered a secret plan that would work in 21 days. News flash: There is no secret plan. <br />
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You will probably not be surprised to learn that I also bought "Tiger Beat" magazine (I loved that magazine!) when I was 14 years old because it included an article that promised bigger boobs with exercise and magic creams. My issues go way back, and you may have noticed that article was a load of crap.<br />
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Finally, I found an article, "Dress Thinner by Dinner" that was not completely misleading. I just need to buy Spanx, lots of Spanx, follow a few suggestions on what to wear for my body type, and pay attention to my hairstyle and makeup. I can do this, but wait; workout clothes are not an option! How am I going to get fit if I don't wear workout clothes? What do you mean I can't get fit just by wearing workout clothes? Why not?<br />
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The woman they used as their model was my age (there's no way to say this nicely) and needed a lot of help. She had not had a haircut in 30 years, had no makeup on, wore palazzo pants (they are back in style), and the same Earth shoes she wore in college. And, she definitely did not believe in the magic of hair color like I do. You get the picture, right? Of course, a few changes were going to yield big results.<br />
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But, what's the answer for people like me who already do 9 out of 10 steps and still need help? <br />
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<br />Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-86724075385356720552014-03-25T15:17:00.002-04:002014-03-26T16:54:14.336-04:00Olympic Sport: Moms Judging Moms<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I was sitting in the chair at the Nail Salon when a 40-ish, petite, blonde-haired woman sat in the seat next to me. She announced, for all to hear, "I'm too busy to be here, so please hurry." I turned slightly toward her and gave her a polite smile, thinking to myself, "We're getting our nails painted in the middle of the day. How busy could we really be?"<br />
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She apparently did not get the reaction she was looking for, so she went on to say, "Will you be done in 30 minutes because I have to pick my daughter up?" <br />
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"Sure. Sure," replied the nice woman doing her nails.<br />
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She turned to me and asked, "How many kids do you have?"<br />
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"I have two children," I replied. I did not ask her how many kids she had because I was not interested in engaging in a conversation with her.<br />
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"Wow. Two kids. That must be easy. I have six kids," she declared.<br />
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"That's a lot," I replied.<br />
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"You have no idea."<br />
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"My sister has five kids, so I'm aware of some of the challenges."<br />
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"Do you work?" she inquired of me.<br />
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"No."<br />
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"Oh, what do you do all day?"<br />
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"I'm not really sure, but the days go by quickly."<br />
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"How old are your kids?" she asked. I guess she wasn't finished making her point that she was far busier than me.<br />
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"I have a son who is a senior in college and a son who is a high school sophomore."<br />
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"Oh my God, you are practically an empty nester. My kids are still young. What will you do when your youngest goes to college? I guess what you do now."<br />
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Yeah. More of the same. Nothing. <br />
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I've gone to the same Nail Salon for years, so everybody who works there knows me and (I think) likes me since I've been a friendly and steady customer. The workers use limited English, although they appear to understand much of what is being said around them. Over a ten-year period our exchanges have been limited to:<br />
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What you getting?<br />
Pick a color.<br />
How your family?<br />
Wash your hands.<br />
Eyebrows today?<br />
You pay now.<br />
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The person doing my nails started speaking in Vietnamese to the person doing "Busy Blonde's" nails, and they nodded and winked at me as they spoke.<br />
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I swear one of these days I'm going to invest in Rosetta Stone and learn how to speak Vietnamese.<br />
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When "Busy Blonde" left the salon, my Nail Salon friends said to me, "She has three husbands and she used to be a stripper." "Don't listen to what she says." "She's crazy." <br />
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"What? Oh my God, how do you know that?" I exclaimed.<br />
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"Another Mom who comes here told us. She's her neighbor and knows the whole story. Only two of the six kids are hers."<br />
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"Oh, so she <b><u>only</u></b> has two kids, too." <br />
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Not so special anymore.<br />
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And a stripper? Bitch.<br />
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Score:<br />
Manicurists Judging Moms = 1<br />
Moms Judging Moms = 0<br />
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<br />Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-40821593266529221122014-03-19T11:50:00.000-04:002014-03-19T11:50:22.467-04:00What's "Behind" Our Underwear Issues?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There's no reason for the quotes around "Behind." I just didn't want you to miss the play on words.<br />
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My family has issues with underwear. Tom can't have enough, Connor wears too many, Taylor doesn't wear enough, and Bella likes to eat them. I started to type "Bella likes to eat dirty underwear" and then I tried the word "soiled," but decided against both because what would you think of us? Charlie Brown does not have any issues with underwear, so "kudos" to Charlie since, as you know, he's got lots of issues. Oh, and me, I have the benefit of being the writer, so no news here about my underwear.<br />
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So, what's the deal with my family and their underwear? Let's see.<br />
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<b>Tom:</b> I have no idea where his obsession with "running out of clean underwear" originated, but it goes back as long as I've known him. As he was packing recently for a three-day business trip he asked, "Did you do the wash?" Well, that's not a question you need to ask me because I'm obsessed with doing laundry. "Yes, the wash is done. Why? Don't you think 40 pairs of underwear is enough for three days?" Maybe I'm exaggerating, but he definitely packs about 12 pairs for a three-day trip. <br />
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While I agree that packing a couple of extra pairs of undies is always prudent, I have no idea what he's doing with the rest of them. If they did not come back clean, I would definitely be more worried, but I think I'll just consider "clean underwear" Tom's security blanket.<br />
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<b>Connor:</b> It's probably not unusual for a teenage boy who participates in sports to wear more than one pair of underwear a day. I actually would worry if he only wore one pair, but I can't seem to reconcile how he manages to wear 3, 4 and sometimes 5 pairs, and that's in addition to the spandex pants he wears when he's not wearing underwear. <br />
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When I ask him why he changes his underwear so much, he says he doesn't. Hmmm. It's sort of like the towel situation in the house. Everybody claims to use their towel more than once, but yet things don't add up with the laundry. Maybe one of the dogs is showering and then putting on Connor's underwear. I obviously need a dog cam. <br />
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I'm going to just keep washing underwear everyday and not complain because as we all know there are worse things a 16 year old boy can be doing than changing his underwear. Right?<br />
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<b>Taylor:</b> When Taylor comes home to visit he always brings a giant suitcase full of dirty laundry. He'll actually say to me, "Look what I brought you?" I told you I like to do the laundry and there is no better challenge than a suitcase full of clothes collected from the floor of a 22-year old's college apartment, which Tom and I have only entered one time. Once was enough. <br />
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Although he denies it, I don't think he ever does laundry at college, and so if we assume laundry only gets done when he comes home, which isn't often, he must be: (A) Wearing underwear more than once, or (B) Going commando. My money is on Option B. <br />
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He owns about 30 pairs of underwear, and about 10 pairs of spandex pants, so based on my estimation he goes without underwear at least every other day. I'm not sure if he actually goes every other day without underwear, or wears it for 40 consecutive days and then goes without it for 40 consecutive days. I'll need to ask him.<br />
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Oops! Did I miss an Option? I know he wears his girlfriend's socks and I've occasionally found her sweatpants in his wash, but I think she draws the line at her underwear. At least I hope she does. <br />
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<b>Bella:</b> Like many dogs, Bella likes to seek out and munch on underwear that has been worn. I know that is gross, but if you have a dog, you have likely had to chase them down to retrieve a pair of undies. Bella is always underfoot, so whenever she's not around and it's too quiet in the house I can usually find her lounging on a bed enjoying a pair of panties. I'm smart enough to bury my undies at the bottom of the hamper, but the men in this house just fling their undies casually into their hampers and Little Ms. Bella uses her pointy nose to scoop them out. <br />
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When I catch Bella in the act, she immediately leaps off the bed and runs through the house with the underwear still clutched between her teeth. This is when Charlie gets in on the act. He likes to play the role of "Sheriff" and chase down Bella to get the underwear back for me, but in the process there is usually a tug-of-war and the undies get ripped. Thanks, Charlie.<br />
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That's What's "Behind" Our Underwear Issues, "butt" I bet we're not alone with our hangups, and you've probably got some stories based on how you were "reared." <br />
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<br />Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-7178831200745297622014-03-13T13:13:00.000-04:002014-03-13T13:13:24.294-04:00What are the Irish Comics? <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In honor of St. Patty's Day, my Irish heritage, and because I'm a Patti, I thought I'd share my obsession with the "Irish Comics." Also known as, the "Irish Racing Form," and the "Irish Sports Page," but you probably know them as the "Obituaries."<br />
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I know it might seem a little creepy, but I read the obituaries daily, it's a habit, and one that most of my siblings also engage in. My grandfather was an undertaker in South Philly, and my mom grew up in a house where viewings were held in her living room, so maybe that's the source of our fascination, and not our Irish roots. <br />
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"Not so," says Diarmuid O'Guillain, Professor of Irish Literature at Notre Dame who writes, "There is an Irish obsession with knowing who died." Well we are Irish, and we are obsessed with knowing who died.<br />
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A typical exchange between my sister and I might go something like this:<br />
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Sis: Did you see that guy in today's paper? (It does not need to be said that she's referring to the obituaries. It's understood. Or whom "that guy" is because that's also understood.)<br />
Me: I did. He was so young. (We always focus on the young people. It's more tragic.)<br />
Sis: Where were donations directed?<br />
Me: I don't think it said. (It drives us crazy when we don't know what they died from. Why do we care? I have no idea.)<br />
Sis: He was married, right?<br />
Me: I think so, but I don't remember if he had kids.<br />
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So, we're obsessed, but we can't manage to remember any of the details.<br />
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Sometimes an exchange between my brother and I might go like this:<br />
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Bro: Did you see [Insert Name]'s mother died?<br />
Me: Yeah, that was too bad.<br />
Bro: Did they graduate with you or the year after you?<br />
Me: The year after me. (Why does any of that matter? Don't ask me.)<br />
Bro: She was sick awhile.<br />
Me: I know. It's sad.<br />
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My brother, who is a doctor, reads the local obituaries and is able to identify several people a day who were former patients. We can't compete with him.<br />
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As I write this I realize how crazy my siblings and I might seem to you. In fact, a psychologist would likely have a field day analyzing my family's interest in the deaths of total strangers, but it's probably no more complicated than we're just happy it's not us we're reading about, it is interesting reading, and we like to know who died. We're Irish remember?<br />
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A recent Dear Abby response described obituaries as follows:<br />
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<span class="italic" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><i>An obituary is more than a death announcement. It tells a story. It’s often the last memory loved ones have of someone cherished, and it’s the deceased’s introduction to a sea of strangers. </i></span><span style="font-style: italic;">A well-done obituary is the final word on how a person is remembered. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Does it make sense now? We're in the "sea of strangers" meeting new people, sort of, and a well-written obituary is excellent reading. I love learning about the old timers who left college to go to war and then returned to marry their sweethearts, finish college, have kids and grand kids. It sounds so romantic. I wish I knew them.</span></div>
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You do know the difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish funeral? <br />
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One less drunk! </div>
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I almost managed to write a post about St. Patty's Day without ever mentioning the other habit for which the Irish are famously known. </div>
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Drinking. </div>
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That is also a family habit.</div>
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Read more here: http://www.miamiherald.com/2014/03/05/3973924/dear-abby-reading-obituaries-may.html#storylink=cpyAn Irish funeral director observed, "The Irish see a good laugh and a good cry the way it ought to be seen." And, you've most certainly heard the joke: "What's the difference between and Irish wedding and an Irish funeral? One less drunk."</div>
Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-15713535206364364282014-03-12T16:08:00.000-04:002014-03-12T16:08:02.696-04:00Where's "the" Charger?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I hear that question countless times during the day. Sometimes it's the phone charger, other times it's the iPad, or laptop chargers. My kids are not necessarily looking for their charger, any charger will do, and it's usually mine.<br />
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When I get any new device I promptly write my name in permanent marker on all of its accessories and anything that can be plugged in. Of course, the boys think I'm ridiculous for doing this, but I can't begin to describe to you the joy I experience every time they try to convince me they don't have my charger and my name is written all over it. Hee. Hee.<br />
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I charge my electronics at home, always in the same spot, when I am sleeping. When I wake up my devices are ready for the day. It seems so simple to me, yet my boys have not landed on a similar system, or any system for that matter. <br />
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Instead, they are always moving their charger around the house and taking it with them when they leave the house. Then when they need their charger they can't find it. They can't remember where they plugged it in, or they left it someplace, or someone "borrowed" it at school. That's when they come looking for my stuff because they always know where to find it. <br />
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Where's the Charger? I don't know, but that one's mine. See there's my name?Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-34898528044743322212014-03-10T11:41:00.000-04:002014-03-19T23:00:15.159-04:00Are Good Intentions Good Enough?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I gave up candy, ice cream and talking about the weather for Lent, which started last Wednesday. Two days after the declaration of my Lenten sacrifices I had already blown it, on all counts. And, on the first Friday in Lent, when you are supposed to abstain from eating meat, I had chicken tacos and dessert with ice cream. Double fail. <br />
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I had good intentions, and I do not take my Lenten obligation lightly, it's just that I can't remember anything anymore. Ask my tennis mates. I forget I'm serving between points, and nobody ever counts on me to know the score. I leave the grocery store, walk into the parking lot, and can't remember how I got there. I should not worry about the slow start I've had with Lent, I should worry about my memory!<br />
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I never would have blown the "no eating meat on Friday" rule if Nan were alive because she always made shrimp salad served on a bed of lettuce, with tomatoes and hard boiled eggs, served with soggy french fries. I'm lukewarm on shrimp salad, I don't like tomatoes or hard boiled eggs, but that traditional Friday in Lent dinner always tasted delicious to me.<br />
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The photo above is a collection of the greeting cards that I purchased and never sent. Another instance of my unfulfilled good intentions. I think I also need to blame my shortcomings in this area on the absence of Nan, the "Hallmark Queen," who always reminded me of any upcoming events that required a card and pestered me until I actually mailed it.<br />
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My older sisters and sisters-in law are good with the cards, but my younger sister and I are always catching up, and it's not unusual for a cousin to receive their birthday card a month or two after the event. What's the big deal? It's a pleasant surprise.<br />
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As I looked through the pile of cards, there were lots of them for "DAD." It seems the brats who expect perfection from us did not find the time to sign the cards that I bought for them to give to their Dad for a variety of holidays. Ironically, whenever I need a card I look in my pile and I usually can't find what I need.<br />
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The question Are Good Intentions Good Enough is most relevant to me as it relates to parenting. I try really hard to be a good parent and a good role model, but I'm not always successful. Taylor was home from college on spring break and he and Connor were reminiscing about when they were younger. Fortunately, I was there to defend myself.<br />
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Son 1: Remember when Mom locked herself in her bedroom?<br />
Me (to them): I did not.<br />
Me (to self): That seems vaguely familiar.<br />
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Son 2: Oh yeah, she did that a few times.<br />
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Me (to them): You're making that up.<br />
Me (to self): It might have happened more than once, but definitely no more than three times.<br />
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Son 1: How about the time she threw me out of the car down the shore? I was like 12 years old.<br />
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Me (to them): I promise you that never happened.<br />
Me (to self): It absolutely happened, and I wanted to run him over too.<br />
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Son 2: Mom threw you out of the car? Was it running?<br />
Me (to them): Are you kidding asking that question?<br />
Me (to self): Okay, maybe it was not a complete stop, but he was athletic enough to jump out.<br />
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I should also add that this exchange took place in front of Taylor's girlfriend. When I was a kid I would never have said a disparaging thing about my mother to anyone but my sisters, let alone tell stories like they were telling about me. Things have changed. Where's the loyalty?<br />
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All the good we do as parents and this is the kind of stuff they remember? When we act like nuts? Parents should get a club card, like you get at food stores, and accumulate points for all of the good things we do, and then when we do have that rare inappropriate outburst we lose a few points. No big deal. I am confident I would have a large surplus on my club card despite my transgressions.<br />
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I am generally a very easy going and level-headed person, but my kids know how to push my buttons, specifically, the "flip out" button. Maybe it's genetic because my boys think my younger sister flips out the same way I do. Oh well, I know she has good intention too.<br />
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Are Good Intentions Good Enough? I hope so.<br />
<br />Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-30256158645797289332014-03-04T18:15:00.003-05:002014-03-05T10:25:38.041-05:00Confessions of a Science Fair Mom<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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When did Science Fair projects become a thing? I went to elementary school in the '60's and '70's and I never did a Science Fair project. When my oldest son was in grade school Science Fair projects became an annual "family" event in our house.<br />
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I was reminded of the annual Science Fair drill when my sister's son solicited my family to be study participants in his project. He was conducting a study on the effects of sitting in a hot tub on a person's blood pressure. We had to first sign permission forms, and then have our blood pressure recorded before and after immersing ourselves in a hot tub.<br />
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It did not appear as though it was my nephew's project, as my sister slapped her blood pressure cuff on the study participants, screamed the results at her son, and then double-checked what he wrote down. It was a little tense. Just saying.<br />
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My oldest son always did bogus projects, and always seemed to win a prize. In fact, in 8th grade he and his best friend advanced to the county-level competition. Their project attempted to determine the distance a football traveled at various weights. About 30 minutes after they started the experiment I asked them if they needed a piece of paper and pencil to record their results. "Oh, okay," was their response. The boys spent several hours throwing the football, but it mostly looked like a catch.<br />
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I'm guessing most of the data was manufactured, which is probably no surprise to anyone who is a teacher, or a parent with science project experience. Their display board was put together by my younger son, who was 7 years old at the time, whose OCD was put to perfect use lining up the letters on the poster board. I was grateful for his help.<br />
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At our school, the Science Fair Open House was a big night for the kids, as they proudly stood next to their display boards and tried to answer questions about their project. I remember walking around the Open House and observing some poster boards that looked as though they were put together by a middle schooler and thinking, "That's a shame they didn't have anyone to help them." That's weird, a middle school project that looked like it was completed by a middle schooler! <br />
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Admit it, you helped your kids, and on the day the projects were judged, you asked, "How did WE do?" Come on? I know I'm not the only one, and I just told you about my sister. (Remember, I've warned you before that this is not a blog where you'll find Good Parenting Tips.)<br />
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How did we end up getting so involved in our kids' school work? I don't think my mother knew what grade I was in most years. Don't be critical, she probably could get within +/- one year. That's pretty good for 8 kids. I, on the other hand, know everything about every teacher my kids have ever had. Just kidding, a little.<br />
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I know there is no way my mother would have driven me to Michael's Craft Store to spend money on a display board and other supplies for a science project. She would have said, "That's a ridiculous waste of time and money." And, I think she might have been on to something. <br />
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Okay, I'm sure some kids are good at this kind of stuff, and maybe I'm just being sour grapes because we're not "science" people in our house. Well, maybe I am a little, if you count studying the results of various wrinkle creams as science. <br />
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A possible solution to the Science Fair Project dilemma might be to hold an "optional" Science Fair for those kids who have an interest in all things science. The rest of the kids can participate in a Dodge Ball Tournament. My boys would have been all over that option.<br />
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Any Science teachers reading this, please don't get mad at me, I'm just making an observation about the cost/benefit analysis of the amount of time and money expended on Science Fair projects. And, don't forget the energy spent on the family fighting that goes on in pursuit of a coveted 1st, 2nd, or 3rd place ribbon. Honorable Mention ribbons don't count. Just ask any kid that's ever gotten one.<br />
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As an aside, we went out to celebrate the Science Fair win. Of course, there was a celebration. My son wanted sushi and my husband who typically handles the ordering was not with us, so I ordered six sushi rolls. My son wanted six pieces, but what I ordered was 36 pieces because I did not know that a sushi roll = six pieces of sushi. <br />
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I was hysterical laughing as the waiters brought out tray after tray of sushi to the table. Apparently, I'm not a math person either.<br />
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Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-39549321914477584632014-03-03T09:59:00.000-05:002014-05-09T12:47:29.815-04:00If You're Not Happy, Get Happy<br />
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"If You're Not Happy, Get Happy."<br />
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This was advice I overheard Nan giving to one of my siblings one day. She went on to say, "Do you think I was happy when your father died and left me with all you kids? Because I wasn't. If You're Not Happy, Get Happy." That wasn't the feedback they wanted to hear.<br />
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Growing up in a big family has its advantages. There's too much going on to focus on any one person's issues, and as a consequence you learn how to get up after you fall down. Nobody cares if you don't want to eat, you're disappointed, you're not happy, you're stressed out, you're depressed, etc. Really, nobody cares. And, as a result, most of the time you end up forgetting that you were any of those things.<br />
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We're not perfect parents, but we try to do our best. Nan was not a perfect parent, but she tried her best, and her advice "If You're Not Happy, Get Happy" was her life strategy. I've yet to meet another person like Nan. She was the strongest person I know. She renewed her passport after being diagnosed with terminal cancer and perplexed every medical professional with her fortitude. <br />
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Near the end of her life she was unable to speak and had to use a white board to communicate, sometimes we would write our responses too. Her sense of humor was intact until the end, one whiteboard exchange went like this:<br />
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Nan: Why don't I die?<br />
Me: I don't know. Do you want me to help you?<br />
Nan: That's murder.<br />
Me: Do you want to do it?<br />
Nan: That's suicide. We're stuck. (With a smile.)<br />
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She was totally in control of the situation. She said goodbye to all of us and planned her funeral. She picked her pall bearers, the readings at her mass, where donations should be directed, and she insisted we have a big blowout party. (Note to Nan: As you requested, several people were very drunk at the party.)<br />
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In control until the end. In fact, she died at home because that's where she wanted to be. The last six months were very hard and we finally arranged for hospice care to help us. The first day the hospice nurse came to the house she ordered a hospital bed which was delivered that afternoon. <br />
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Always in control, Nan gave the men who delivered the bed a tip and then she gave them the love seat that was moved out of the way to make room for the bed. I'm not kidding. <br />
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She died that night.<br />
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"If You're Not Happy, Get Happy." Words to live by.<br />
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<br />Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-73006530283044014462014-02-28T07:15:00.001-05:002014-02-28T18:10:42.855-05:00Olympics, Oscars, and Johnny Weir<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I typically enjoy watching the Olympic Games, summer more than winter, but they both provide good entertainment. I especially enjoy the personal interest stories and the tributes to the Olympic athletes and their moms. Moms are pretty special. <br />
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I was not thrilled with the Sochi Olympics. I think all of the controversy before the Games even started turned me off. Continuing with the "turned off" theme, I could have done without Bob Costas' pink eye episode. I don't know why he always gets the Olympic gig. He annoys me, sorry if you are a fan of Bob Costas. And, why would any TV network subject millions of viewers to a broadcaster with pink soupy eyes? Ratings? Thank goodness Matt Lauer was able to swoop in and save the day!?!<br />
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I surprise myself every four years with how much I enjoy watching the ice skating competition. Who knew? I love the outfits, the interaction between the skaters and their coaches (who seem very scary), and the drama around the scoring, but the only skater who blew me away this year was Johnny Weir. He reminded me of a younger version of Pee-Wee Herman. A little bit, right?<br />
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I tuned in to the broadcast just to see what Johnny was wearing, and despite looking like a drag queen he was an excellent commentator who really knew his stuff. (Note: I'm not making a statement about drag queens and I think Johnny probably likes to be called a drag queen.)<br />
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Johnny Weir is going to be a fashion commentator at this Sunday's Academy Awards, one of my favorite TV nights of the year. Yes, I am that person who loves all things celebrity. It's true. I do. I actually buy some of the tabloid newspapers to read on the beach. My husband just shakes his head when he sees the <i>National Enquirer </i>sticking out of my beach bag, but I don't care. Some of it's true. They were right about John Edwards and his love child. Remember? <br />
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What's also interesting about my "rag" papers is that everybody that we sit with on the beach, regardless of gender or education level, reads the trash except my husband. Too bad for him because he can't participate in our scintillating conversations. I don't know why he gets so annoyed about my reading junk papers, it's only a summer/beach thing, and it's not like I believed the story about the 3-headed baby I told him about.<br />
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This year I am prepared for the Oscars, as I've seen many of the nominated movies. It was a good year for movies. My favorite movie was <i>Philomena </i>and I thought Judi Dench was outstanding. However, she could use a little cosmetic filler around the mouth area. She's a true professional allowing all of those close up shots. Spoiler alert: If you went to Catholic school, there's a mean old nun in the movie who might seem familiar.<br />
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I did not love <i>American Hustle</i> and don't get all of the Oscar hype around this movie. Spoiler alert: Didn't you wonder why nobody ever came after Christian Bale and Amy Adams for the scam they were running? That storyline did not go anywhere. I know there's a film term for plot lines that don't ever get tied up, but I don't like that. I like closure.<br />
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I like to be entertained by movies, and for me that means buttered (or whatever comes out of that pump) popcorn, Junior Mints, a bucket of Diet Coke, and not having to figure things out. I like all issues resolved by the time the credits roll, and although I enjoyed <i>August: Osage County</i> I was left a little hanging at the end of that movie. <br />
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I thought <i>Dallas Buyers Club</i> was excellent and Matthew McConaughey, whom I never really thought of as talented, was outstanding. Does anyone else think he has a big head relative to his body? I do, sort of like Kelly Ripa. Anyway, he lost a ton of weight for the role he played and he looked downright scary with his ginormous head. Jared Leto who played a drag queen in <i>Dallas Buyers Club</i> absolutely deserves an Oscar. If he did not have that stubble on his face I would have believed he was a woman. He was that convincing.<br />
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Wow, two references to drag queens in one post. I'm so modern for a 50-something housewife. You might recall I've already used "vagina" in two earlier posts.<br />
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Ellen DeGeneres is hosting the Oscars, which seems like a safe choice after last year's hosting debacle with Seth MacFarlane. I liked Seth as the host, but apparently many people did not care for his edgy humor. He is the writer of<i> Family Guy,</i> a TV show where every episode ever aired has been totally inappropriate, so it's hard to understand why anyone was surprised by his performance. I am proud to say that my son has memorized every episode of <i>Family Guy.</i> He's been very busy at college. <br />
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Enjoy the Oscars, and be sure to check out Johnny Weir's red carpet fashion commentary. And, don't worry if you miss the Oscars because <i>People </i>magazine will publish a recap of all of the highlights from the night including, fashions, acceptance speeches, winners, losers, pre-parties, post-parties, etc.<br />
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I love all things celebrity! I admit it. Sorry, I'm not an intellectual. I admit it.<br />
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<br />Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-78491179087334215412014-02-27T07:08:00.001-05:002014-02-27T07:08:04.015-05:00I Can't Talk Right Now!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I CAN'T TALK RIGHT NOW!<br />
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No Hello. <br />
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Just, I CAN'T TALK RIGHT NOW!<br />
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Oh, did I telepathically communicate with you and instruct you to pick up the phone? NO. <br />
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So, why then did you answer your phone with I CAN'T TALK RIGHT NOW? <br />
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How am I to know that YOU CAN'T TALK RIGHT NOW when you answer your phone?<br />
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Does this ever happen to you when you call someone? Do you snarl, "If you can't talk right now then why did you answer your phone?" Tom says he picks up the phone only to make sure I don't need him for anything, but I'm still confused because if he was concerned that I needed him then why answer the phone with I CAN'T TALK RIGHT NOW?<br />
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Tom will generally call on his way home from work to say he's sorry that he could not talk earlier and to ask, "What's up?" Unfortunately, I'm usually making dinner when he calls, so I politely inform him I CANT TALK RIGHT NOW! <br />
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We're all sooooooooo busy!<br />
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<br />Patti Gregoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12249927246309000907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1127419441423258202.post-18725435172950334932014-02-26T08:00:00.000-05:002014-02-26T08:53:53.106-05:00Give Me a Sign<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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My mom fed the squirrels around our house old bread, an act that was very out of character for her. Nan's squirrel feeding was a point of contention between us, as the squirrel population around our house seemed to be growing.<br />
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Nan would tear up the bread and toss the pieces out the kitchen window. Whenever I looked out the kitchen window it was not uncommon to see a squirrel sitting on the fence staring back at me.<br />
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One Saturday, I walked into the kitchen to find brownie crumbs all over the kitchen table and floor. I assumed that the boys had helped themselves to the brownies sitting on the kitchen table and left the crumbs for me to clean up.<br />
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I picked up the brownie crumbs on the table and the floor, eating them as I went along. Then I noticed a hole in the window screen. It took me a few seconds to put all of the pieces of the scene together, and when I did I knew Nan's furry friends were the culprits and not the boys. <br />
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Yes, I ate the crumbs, all of the crumbs, from the brownies handled by the squirrels.<br />
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The Squirrel Standoff reached a crisis level and I insisted that Nan stop feeding the squirrels. Nan did not like to be told what to do, but went along with my request, reluctantly. <br />
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Not long after Nan passed away, I was standing at the kitchen sink looking out the window. A squirrel appeared on the fence and stared directly at me for about a minute, it then turned around, bent over, lifted its tail, and flashed me its rear end. <br />
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I had been praying for Nan to Give Me a Sign that she was okay. <br />
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I think that was the sign. She's fine. And, she's still mad about the squirrels. <br />
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Thanks, Nan.<br />
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