A recap… three days too late…
The online world and the real world came together for me this week when I met Lindsey’s boyfriend during a meeting at my work. I spent most of the meeting wondering where I knew him from and finally asked him after we were done. The funniest exchange came when we both commented on how we don’t remember much from our respective childhoods. Except the beatings. Somehow I always find that conversation kind of awkward and funny all at the same time.
I’ve decided to give up TV. Well, Not *all* TV, since I really can’t give up The Office or Jon Stewart, but most TV. Our TV viewing habits hit a new low when The Real Housewives of the OC came on and I watched it. I wonder if God can tack that hour back on to the end of my life. Right now the wife is watching Engaged & Underaged on MTV while I silently die on the inside.
If I was a waiter or waitress and I saw us coming in to my restaurant, I’d want to turn and run. Much to their credit, most have kept their professionalism and done a great job. I’ll go ahead and say it… I would have a hard time serving a table with three kids under six, specially when one of those kids is Lucy. I love Lucy to death, but man, she can just about ruin any eating out experience. It’s not her fault, really. It’s just that we forget. We forget how awful the last time was and we try to subject her to an hour of sitting down. It doesn’t work. Just this past Saturday, we took a walk through Carytown, went to the toy store, and decide to go grab some burgers. The whole afternoon can be summarized this way: A lovely walk interrupted by the lunch from hell. Of course I’m exaggerating, but since I can’t really remember what my burger tasted like since I wolfed it down trying to get out of there as soon as possible, I’ll chalk it up as a not so good eating experience. We walked out of there a little more disheveled, and determined to give our little gets-in-to-everything mess maker a break from the restaurant circuit.
Although it is Tuesday morning, I am finally glad last week is over. Yup, that means that I am about three days too late, and now I’m a day behind on crap I have to get done for this week. I’m not sure how many more projects I can take on, but a little part of me is glad that I have an abudance of things to do instead of the usual three month brain drain that happens during the wintertime at my work.
And last, but not least, my favorite new site this week:
I did not know that yesterday! Because you can’t ever have too much knowledge. (via Chris Glass)
Have a great week my friends!
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Yay for meeting Edgar, but it’s just too bad you haven’t met me yet!
Edgar was telling me just yesterday about your conversation about beatings (he is obviously not a woman because he doesn’t give me every detail of every conversation when he is telling a story the first time. this drives me nuts, but I’ll live)
So I think it’s sad that the beatings stand out most for you guys, but at the same time it makes me laugh. When Edgar is with his cousins and siblings and everyone is talking and laughing about memories of getting their asses kicked, I can’t help it…it’s so funny. I just can’t relate though.
Lindsey
January 30, 2007
me too lindsey…i can’t relate at all but i can barely stand the laughter, there are definitely cricket sounds going on in my head.
i came from a family where neither of my parents ever raised their voices.
we now have the other extreme at our house. josiah (our 6 year old) yells at us if we don’t pick lucy up fast enough when she is crying. he gets all sassy and annoyed. god only knows what our kids will be laughing at in 20 years…
the wife
Anonymous
January 30, 2007
“The wife”–that is hilarious that your kids yell at YOU! I’m sure they will have funny, happy stories of their childhood to tell one day.
Lindsey
January 31, 2007
I totally know what you mean about eating out. It’s totally hit or miss with us. One time it’s great, and everyone comments — “she’s so cute!” The next time everyone is staring because they can TOTALLY HEAR ME saying under my breath — “would you like to calm down and act like a big girl, or should we just leave?” Meanwhile, she’s just…about…to scream!
Jonathon
January 31, 2007
lindsey: It’s a trip when my sisters ans I get together, specially when we start telling those stories. I’m sure it would be very uncomfortable for someone not used to it.
jonathon: yea, i know! it’s like we were ok until she hit this little strectch where she cannot keep her hands off anything. The boys were really not like this, so this is all new to us. I understand those looks… when I get them I feel like I’m being crushed under the weight of those eyes…
J in Ric
January 31, 2007