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7/15/2014

 
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Welcome to my new blog!
Actually, it's my good ol' blog, with its new home on my new website!  I figure it’s worth a new blog post.

It’s been exactly four years since I started this blog (on the old site).  A few things have changed since then, including the addition of our beautiful daughter, Elena.

Samson’s now four-and-a-half, and Elena’s two.

Since my first blog post in 2010, I’ve learned a few things about motherhood.  Here’s a taste, a poo-poo platter of mom lessons, if you will...

Having two kids is more than twice as hard as one...unless they’re playing together, in which case it’s half as hard...until they start fighting in which case I give up.

I posted this on FB, but it bears repeating: Motherhood is being happiest when your loved ones are having fun without you.  

Motherhood is also having cute shoes that you never wear.  

The one time you might wear your cute shoes is on “ladies’ night,” which you really look forward to once you have kids--maybe even more than date night. (Sorry, Rob.) Girlfriends need to kick back with their sauvignon blanc, yo!

Children don’t potty train themselves. I’ve looked everywhere, and there is no “laissez faire” method.

It’s true that when you have kids, your “priorities change,” but you still obsess over stupid shit like what kind of throw pillows to buy.

A project (or blog post) should not wait till you have time to make it “thorough” or “complete.”  Do what you can, watch The Good Wife, and go to bed. (Nobody’s reading your entire blog posts anyway.)

Most moms DO care what other people think, but it looks like we don’t because we don’t have time to groom.

Don’t buy your kids things they’re into in the moment. What they like will change before you even bring it home.  The older they get, the more quickly their tastes change.  So there’s no predicting how long they’ll be into something, because that’s constantly shifting.  Best thing to do is find out what their best friend’s older sibling is into and buy that. 

Cooking anything good is a waste of your time.  It will only get eaten by your spouse and he’s too tired to pay attention.

Whatever you say relating to parenting or motherhood makes you sound like a mom.

Speaking of sounding like a mom, "I'd love to hear from you!"  What have YOU learned?  Holla back in the comments.  Or, if you don't have time, just Like, Tweet, Retweet, what have you...

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A few of my favorite Things I Find Depressing

8/31/2010

 
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Some people mark summer’s end by the official calendar: September 21st.  Some say it’s right after Labor Day.  For me, it has always been mid-late August.  This is when summer camp was over.   It’s when I had to say goodbye to a bunkful of friends and hello to another year with my parents.  No offense, Mom and Dad, but when you’re twelve years old your folks cannot compete with a 17-year-old CIT who teaches you how to Nair your bikini line.  Besides, the end of camp means the beginning of school is not far off.  Even though there were a few more weeks before the official start to the school year, they were useless weeks spent gathering school supplies and cramming in Cliff’s Notes so I could say I was reading from my summer book list when I was really busy making lanyards and windsurfing.  (Why the F did the school make us pretend to read over the summer anyway?  Ok, that’s a whole ‘nother blogpost…)  My sister refers to the end of August as “Summer’s Sunday Evening.”    It’s a time to gear up for work and reflect on time wasted.  I suppose for those people who have already organized all their Trapper Keepers and read their Anne of Green Gables, summer’s end is a chance for “last licks” in the pool.  For the rest of us, it could be a bit depressing.

So in honor of Summer’s End, I have compiled a list of a few things I find depressing.  Now I’m not talking clinical depression, where you want to lie in bed for a month or down a buttload of pills.  More like the passing depression that makes you  go, “yuck, that’s depressing.  Quick, let me just think about something else…um…Candy!”   Which usually works.  Unless my mind goes to stale candy.  The kind you find in the bottom of your purse that you know is old but you’re hungry and there’s nothing else to eat.  A Werther’s original or loosely wrapped Hershey’s Kiss that’s melted and then re-hardened a couple of times.  It probably has purse gunk in it but you don’t want to waste it so you brush off the gunk, unwrap it and eat it, hoping nobody saw.  So maybe candy’s probably not the best choice of non-depressing topics.

It appears that I need a whole blog post just to introduce this list. Ok, without further ado, in no particular order…

A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS I FIND DEPRESSING:

1) The term “guilt-free goodies” This does not mean they are healthy.  They’re just marketed as “guilt free” because they are less tasty.

2) Baby clothes that say “Mommy’s Little…” or “Daddy’s Little…” For some reason, I have to pay more NOT to have this cheesy shit written on my onesies.


3) The moment when you realize the movie you’re watching is going to be a physical comedy.You know how it goes:  You’re sitting at home bored or on a cross-country flight and there’s that movie on that you had thought might be funny but never caught in the theaters.  About 5 minutes into it, Sandra Bullock trips on her high heel and falls into a waiter who happens to be carrying a tray full of champagne glasses!  (Trays of glasses are a requirement for physical comedy).


4) Crackers kept in the fridge. I find this sadder than stale crackers in the pantry.  If they’re in the fridge they’re already ruined.  At least the ones in the pantry once tasted good.


5) When people don’t have cable. OK I realize this is a cost-effective way of being superior, but come on.  Bad reception plus no Madmen equals depressing.


6) The Post Office. This falls into the category of Things That Walk The Line Between Depressing And Annoying. (Yet another blog post).


7) When people call themselves “Foodies.” Just depressing.

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Buses.  Nay, bus stops.  Nay, a bus stop with people waiting at it and there’s no bus in sight and you can tell they’ve been waiting for a long time.

9) When a hot guy lifts up his arms to reveal sweat/deodorant stains on his once-considered-hot-but-now-gross white v-neck t-shirt and you can usually see underarm pubes peeping through, juxtaposed with the yellow stains. Please, dudes, take heed: when the shirt pits turn yellow, what you now have is a rag.


10) The “vegetable medley.” This one’s borrowed from my brother-in-law, a restaurant owner.  He’s a legitimate “foodie” (but he probably wouldn’t use that word to describe himself).


11) Number 10 reminded me of another thing I find depressing: When people rate the quality of a restaurant by the portion size. I once dated a guy who would pick a restaurant by peering in their windows and looking at people’s plates.  Then he’d be like, “portions look good.  Let’s go in.”  I did not marry this gentleman.  (Just in case you thought that sounded like Rob).


12) Since we discussed the end of summer camp, I’ll include The over-aged counselor. Usually he/she was all of 23, but in camp age that’s practically AARP status.  It’s the same dude/dudette who hangs out on the college campus years after graduating.  Truth be told, if it weren’t depressing I’d probably still sign up for counselor duty.  I clearly miss camp.

I feel like I just finished my summer book report and it’s not even September yet.  And no Cliff’s Notes!

I have so many more, but another time.  What’s your favorite thing that depresses you????  Come on, it’s healthy to let it out.

SOME COMMENTS:

FYI I can’t get number 8 to be a number 8. It keeps reverting to that smiley face. I guess the Universe (or WordPress) wants to smile in the face of my depression.
marian belgray
10:20 on August 31st, 2010

Hilarious. Are you now depressed that you made this a single blog post when it could have been at least ten? That always happens to me.

I’ve always hated the word “foodie.” So does Steven. I picture people licking sauce off their fingers and moaning in ecstasy when I hear that word.

You know what’s more gross than the pit stains? Little white chunks of deoderant balled up in the underarm pubes. These are aluminum- and-talc-based dingleberries.

So much more to comment on. But I’ll end with this: I didn’t realize you were still wearing onesies.
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LBelgray
10:54 on August 31st, 2010

Yes, totally could have been multiple blog entries. I almost made the intro a separate entry but I really wanted to get the list out. In these hard times, people need lists.

Euwww, you’re description of a “foodie” brings it to a whole ‘nother level of depressing.

Deodo-dingleberries. I’m thinking we need another subcategory: Depressingly Gross.

I will wear a onesie, as long as it’s breathable and usually just around the house.

marian belgray
15:13 on August 31st, 2010

Very funny blog posts! I found them on Laura’s “feed”. I actually find the 4th of July depressing because it means only one more holiday weekend and the summer is over. I never appreciate the summer enough because I am so aware of how fast it is going and it no longer morphs into fresh notebooks, pens, and new crushes, now it’s just the end of leaving early on Fridays. I might have to start keeping Shabbat again.
Victoria
6:38 on September 4th, 2010

I don’t know if it’s a proper replacement for half-day Fridays, but I like the idea of bringing sexy Shabbat back. The wine, the candlelight…it’s really quite romantic. But it does make me think of something else depressing: trying to find a decent Challah in L.A. I’ve had to make my own. And don’t get me started on what they consider a “deli” out here…

Before i get too melancholy, I’ll just say thanks for reading, Vic! Glad u like.

marian belgray
20:44 on September 7th, 2010

Funny stuff! For me, the end of summer means the end of schedule-free days, although this summer wasn’t typical. Back to routine! Summer needs to be much longer.

I want a definition of a “hot guy.” Does Dad qualify? He doesn’t wear sleeveless t-shirts (thank goodness).

Alice B
19:06 on September 6th, 2010

No, by “hot” I did not mean “overheated.” But thanks for the image of Dad in a sweaty tank top. That would probably qualify for the new list (see reply to Laura’s comment).
marian belgray
20:53 on September 7th, 2010

Very funny post. Ha. Love 11 and 10 and 3. After reading this and anything by Laura, it’s official, funny must be a genetic thing.
damien
10:57 on September 7th, 2010

Thanks for reading, Damien! Yes, number 3 might have been the instigator for the whole list. I can’t remember exactly what movie it was, but I’m ashamed to say I had actually paid the extra five bucks for it on Jet Blue. As soon as I swiped my credit card, the comedy turned physical. I should have demanded a refund.
marian belgray
21:02 on September 7th, 2010
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