Recently, during a rather spirited “discussion” with one of my teenaged children, it was hinted at that I make everything about me. As a parent, and one who considers herself a good parent, it hurt.
But it’s not true, not at all. I put my husband and children first and foremost always, unless of course there is something more attention-grabbing on TV or a bowl of ice cream that I need to have, something more interesting that I am reading or the dog needs to go out.
But really, almost always, they’re first.
However, just in case it all IS about me, here’s what you would need to know:
I have almost the same receding hairline as Nicholas Cage. I just don’t make as many movies or have kids named Kal-El. Rogaine is definitely in my future.
I found out that that you can floss with a carefully folded-just-right Halls wrapper in an emergency. I cannot stress how carefully you have to do this because you don’t want to end up with more in between your teeth than the little tiny piece of celery you’re trying to get out. I’m just saying, you better be really desperate. If you are successful, though, the sheer relief is worth it.
In the morning, I am not at my best in the hair and makeup department. To get a mental picture of what I mean, imagine my poor husband having to sip morning coffee and read the paper with me, while I resemble the scowling love child of Clint Eastwood and oh, I don’t know, Gollum. You feel lucky, My Precious? Well, do ya?
I have learned that I actually like to do the laundry. I put handprints on the towels as I fold them. (There. Done. Handprint.) And if I ever dry a blanket, once it’s dry I will flat out run with said warm, fragrant blanket to throw it on someone and watch them close their eyes in ecstasy as they snuggle under the warmth. Rarely do I hog it to myself. I’m thoughtful like that.
It’s easier to be in a great mood than maintain a grumpy one. For crying out loud, whatever it is, LET IT GO. It’s more fun to be happy than prove your point.
I have learned that real love is sooooo worth the wait. (Happy Valentine’s Day early, honey!)
That if it had been me hoisting myself up on bleachers wearing those ridiculous black thigh high boots during the Super Bowl halftime performance instead of Madonna, I definitely would have fallen backwards and not gracefully catch myself like she did.
I could watch the following movies over and over, and in fact have: Practical Magic, Somewhere in Time, Superman (just the first one),Indiana Jones (any of them but the second one, which sucks)Jurassic Park, Contact (“I’m ok to go”) (Defending your Life, Twister, the Goonies, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Hocus Pocus, Armageddon, Deep Impact, Made in Heaven, and of course, Jaws.
Music helps everything. So do any of the movies above.
Sandra Bullock, Angelina Jolie, Jodie Foster, Renee Zellweger, and Ashley Judd are a few of my favorite actresses.
Everyone in my family loves, I mean LOVES, scary movies, except my husband.
In a related note, everyone in my family is afraid of the dark, except my husband.
Popcorn is one of the best discoveries ever.
Speaking of interesting things on TV, there’s this new series premiere on tonight, and I gotta go make a snack…maybe some ice cream or, hey, some popcorn…
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