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Sunday, January 13, 2019

Things I’d Never Thought I’d Say


Well it’s that time again – time to share my thoughts on….

“Things I’d Never Thought I’d Say”

Here’s a sample, most of which happened within a 30 minute period while visiting Nana and Papa in Canada over Christmas: DISCLAIMER: THIS IS ALL TRUE AND HAPPENED EXACTLY AS DESCRIBED. I can't make this stuff up people.

(Me to Ellie) “Ellie – it’s hard to comb your hair with your Fairy-Princess wings on.”
(Ellie) “Yeah. Thanks for doing your best, mom!” (Aw)

(To Benji) “PLEASE DON’T EAT THAT OFF THE FLOOR. Yes. I see it’s (probably) a raisin and I’m proud you found it inside the couch – but don’t put it in your mouth.”
Why?”

This is where I stutter to a stop. I have to EXPLAIN why it isn’t okay to eat something he found between the couch cushions. Somewhere between ‘because it’s gross’ and my speculation as to how many bacteria and viruses were lurking there and what trouble it could cause his digestive system…he eats it.
Then giggles.
“Mommy I ate it.” And then he runs away happily, hoping, I’m sure, to find more mystery food to eat.

(Five minutes pass in relative peace)

(To Benji) “Please don’t head-butt the dog. Again.”
(To Ellie) “It’s okay to feel angry. I wouldn’t give you your Kindle and you’re upset. It’s okay to be upset. It isn’t okay to Van-Dam style drop-kick your mom."

“Why?”

I’m feeling that vein in my neck throb and I am suddenly at a loss for words. Again. How to explain why you can’t beat up your mom? Somewhere between ‘because it’s wrong,’ and ‘you might hurt me’ and ‘people in general may kick you back in the future’, she brings me her kindle (because she's relentless) and asks to watch her new favorite show, Stinky and Dirty.

“No Kindle, No TV for awhile.”
“WHY?”
“Because I’m a good mom and your brain will rot and I don’t want you to go to Harvard because they’re all too crazy-stressed but I want you to be ABLE to if you wanted to…so no, no more TV right now.”

(To Benji) “STOP! Don’t let the dog lick the…ughhhh, give it to me. You can’t let the dog lick your popsicle.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s a dog and he licks his butt. Do you want to eat something he licked now?” (Feeling so proud right now because I had an answer for the why. A good one.)
(Benji)“Butt, ha ha ha ha ha.”

And that proud feeling evaporates just like his popsicle on mom’s good dining room coffee table. (I cleaned it mom!)

(Three minutes pass as I explain, again, to Ellie why she can’t watch more Stinky and Dirty right now…)

“Benji, don’t put it down on the garbage can….argghhhh. No DON’T EAT IT! I’ll get you another one.”
“Why?”
“Because its gross and germy.”
“Germy?”
“Yes, germy, make you sick.”
“Sick?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”

It isn’t just the why, germs make you sick. It’s the picking and choosing how to explain at a level a toddler will understand. You’re also walking that super-fun line between keeping them safe and creating OCD germaphobes who kick people when they’re mad.

But maybe that’s just my problem and everyone else has super-perfect mini-me’s. (Bah – what’s the fun in that!?)

Anyway, keep on parental units, keep on. Tomorrow is a new day. As long as you’re alive you’ve got another chance to find your happy, keep your cool, and find the fun in any crazy situation your kids drag you into.

Also, I think everyone should make more Play-Doh at home. It’s super easy and fun and has nothing to do with anything I’ve written here but everyone should try it! It’s like an easy way to bolster your parental confidence. (Jimmy’s picking his nose in public but hey, we made play-doh together today AND he ate a whole carrot. I. Am. Awesome.)

Yes, yes you are!


Sunday, January 06, 2019

Missing Home, Eh?


People often ask me what I miss most about home. 

Actually, they ask me ‘Do you miss Canada?’

Is there a Canadian alive living outside of her borders that would say no to that? Of course I miss home. I miss being close to family and all the ease and support that means, especially when you’ve got two young kids. I miss dad’s strawberry shortcake and putting together a puzzle with mom. I miss re-connecting with my brother and his family. I miss hanging out with old, old, OLD friends who look the same to me as they did when we were all 16 but maybe we’ve all just got ‘affection’ googles on. I miss seeing the friends I made while training in Texas and working at ‘Big Oil’.

And I absolutely miss the snow. There is something about being in the woods while they slowly fill up with snow. The only sound your breath and the easy wind in the heavy snow-clad trees. There is a deep solace there, reminded as you are in your fourteen layers of clothing that you are frail and small, and the world is immense, and full of it’s own affairs.

There is no other place on earth that reminds me how weird life is than being home in the town I grew up in. A town that continues to surprise me. Resurgo indeed. (Latin for ‘I Rise again’ and the town motto).

It’s a new year, 2019. And in this new year I want to be careful to appreciate the amazingness of where I am - an hour away from one of the largest cities in America and all that has to offer. 

Still, I pass by two farms on the way to my house, and I love that Benji and Ellie say hello to the horses and cows on the way home every day. I’ve got the best of both worlds right now - able to freely run amuck in a rural area - gardening to my heart’s content, yet close to world class museums, restaurants and a hopping job market.

And the people! New people popping up every day from all walks of life and I love learning their stories, why they’re here, what they hope for, what they work for, what they love and why. Humans are fascinating and I love them all, eh? Stereotypes are so 90’s aren’t they? Everyone has a story, everyone more than they seem at first glance.

I digress! I’ve asked for clarity this year and I believe I’ve gotten it. I wanted adventure and new places and situations to explore. I’ve had that and can’t wait for more. At the same time if we found our way back among my heart-town of Moncton I would be quite pleased.

At least, until the siren call of adventure sounds again, eh?

Here’s one of my favorite poems by Robert Frost. An American, true, but he’s got a Canadian feel to him that’s quite lovely.

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening


Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Sunday, December 30, 2018

TOP TEN AT TEN!


Angela’s Top Ten At Ten:

I don’t stay up late often. Mostly because I really, really love to sleep, also because kids under four…do not. But here I am, up late at night on the day I wanted to get this blog done because Benji would not nap today and Bill has abandoned me for sunnier pastures. (Or going back to work so he doesn’t lose his job, whatever).

So. Everyone buckled? This is the premiere episode of Angela’s Top Ten at Ten. (Pm.)

1)   Stop eating chocolate balls at 7pm.
2)   Stop eating mom’s super awesome coconut covered chocolate balls at 8pm
3)   Stay up late to visit with family and have a great time. I blame the chocolate-ball sugar-buzz.
4)   For real, absolutely no more chocolate balls after 9pm.
5)   Cookies are okay.
6)   Be grateful you have a wonderful family who bakes cookies and chocolate balls and buys you apple pie. And who tolerates you enough to want to spend some time with you too, eating afore mentioned sweets.
7)   Thank everyone around you for their patience while your two year old hurricanes his way around the room, head butting the dog, tripping over your families feet and falling out of chairs, off of benches, down couches, and for some reason rolling around from one end of the room to the other yelling ‘ROLLING!!’
8)   Check your eyes for ‘crazy-glint’ while you’re taking your four year old to go potty.
9)   Realize ‘crazy-glint’ is there but assume everyone’s attention is stuck on the black circles under your bloodshot eyes and don’t notice.
10)                  Put the kids to bed, crack open your laptop and write something. Anything. Because it’s fun. Because it’s the perfect way to end a beautiful day spent connecting to the foods (okay and people) you love.


This year was an adventure. I’ve been blessed in so many big and small ways and I appreciate them all. I cannot wait to see what amazing things are on their way right now. I hope everyone had a good Christmas and stay safe ya hear?

HAPPY OLD AND NEW YEAR Y’ALL!!

Monday, December 17, 2018

TOP TEN WAYS OF SURVIVING AND FINDING YOUR HAPPY CHRISTMAS


TOP TEN WAYS TO SURVIVE CHRISTMAS

  1. There is no perfect gift. Let it go. 
  2. It really is the thought that matters
  3. The busier the day, the more important the quick early-morning meditation/prayer time
  4. Slow. Down. There really is enough time in the day
  5. Santa isn’t real. (I’m so, so sorry)
  6. You did forget to send that Christmas card
  7. It’s okay you forgot to send that Christmas card, they probably didn’t notice
  8. Chocolate is a temporary fix for stress, so is wine
  9. Chocolate and wine go together really well
  10. Finding your own Christmas happy will make other people happy too

TOP TEN WAYS TO FIND YOUR CHRISTMAS HAPPY

  1. Bake cookies with your kids
  2. Frost cookies with your kids
  3. If you don’t have kids, bake doggie-cookies for your dogs while listening to Charlie Brown Christmas
  4. If you don’t have dogs, bake kitty-cookies for your kitties while listening to Charlie Brown Christmas
  5. If you don’t have doggies or kitties or kids…repot your plant and sing jingle bells
  6. If you don’t have kitties or doggies or plants…you’re a mystery to me but Christmas loves you anyway
  7. Get a massage
  8. Get a fancy holiday manicure
  9. Donate money to someone who needs it more than you (and I don’t care how much you make, there is always someone who needs it more)
  10. Sniff a pine tree

I’ll be traveling next Sunday back home to the frigid North for the holiday (yes I will be dressed in four layers of clothing and yes, yes I will still be cold). Christmas is on a Tuesday so expect a brilliant, well thought-out, probably melancholy, definitely joyful, really short, maybe too long, blog entry that will make you think, will whisk you away to a fantasy world of awesomeness, make you feel, make you forget to feel because you’re laughing too hard, and most importantly, fill you with the warm knowledge that everything will be okay. Or it will be dark and morose and lovely.

In short, MERRY ALMOST CHRISTMAS Y’ALL! ALL Y’ALL! Yes, even you Sebastian. Even you Manny. Even you Nancy. Love you all and I wish you all a very, very merry Christmas.