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Ok, I'm just going to say it and get it out there. I'm prepared for the backlash, disappointment and hate mail, but here we go....(deep breath) I HAVE NEVER SEEN ONE SINGLE EPISODE OF SEX AND THE CITY! There. I said it. Whew. I feel like it's a dirty little secret that I've been holding onto. With all of this chatter and hype about the upcoming movie release, I feel so out-of-the loop. I will say this, I have seen parts of episodes and I really enjoyed it. Infact, I know it's a show that I would totally love, but I didn't have HBO at the time and have never watched it on TBS. (or whatever station it's on) My SATC friends have suggested watching the dvds, which I will do and want to do...some day. Perhaps I'll make it my goal by the end of the summer. It could be a good replacement show now that American Idol, The Office and 30 Rock is over. So, there you have it. My sex secret is revealed. It's not technically my birthday yet. It's actually my birthday eve, but I gotta say, I'm not very enthused about the whole thing. (sigh) Maybe the heat has drained all of my energy,. Perhaps I'm just tired, but whatever the reason, I'm just feeling blah. I used to get excited about my birthday. Here are some of my birthday milestones...
6 - because I had to use fingers on both hands to show how old I was
11 - because I could no longer use my fingers to indicate my age
13 - like, duh, I'm a teenager now
16 - of course
21 - (hiccup)
30 - new decade
And now I'm 35. Big whoop. I do have some birthday plans. Hubby and I both took the day off so we could have lunch and see a movie. I know, thrilling, right? But that actually sounds fun to me. We're due for some alone time. I'm also going to treat myself to a new pair of running shoes and some new summertime clothes. I'll probably still look for bargains, but nonetheless, I WILL find something cute and sassy. (no mom jeans)
We still go to a lot of birthday parties. They just usually involve big inflatable jump houses and the guests of honor are under 4. Oh well, it's still a party.
I'm also due for a new driver's license. It expires this time. Although it will confirm that I am infact another year older, I noticed that my weight , ah, isn't quite accurate. I think that's one number that I won't worry about correcting. Happy birthday to me!
I recently had the pleasure of meeting two moms from this site. After chatting for a bit, exchanging stories about our families, we quickly came to realize that garbage truck day is one of the most sought after days of the week in our households. Jakey is four and to say that he "likes" garbage trucks is putting it mildly. He has at least four toy garbage trucks, enjoys watching garbage truck videos on YouTube (yep, YouTube) and nearly jumps out of his car seat every time we see a garbage truck driving around town. Friday is Garbage Truck day in our house, so the build up starts on Thursday night. We perform the pre-game ritual of emptying all of our wastebaskets, sister's diaper pail and the recycling basket. Next we head outside to the garbage cans and slowly wheel them to the curb. The familiar sound of our neighbors rolling their cans to the curb is heard throughout the evening. Soon, the street is lined with garbage cans as if they were soldiers standing at attention. Now we wait. The garbage trucks usually find their way to our home at about 7:00AM and Jake's supersonic hearing can identify when the big green rock star is making its way down our street. We usually end up standing outside, jammies, bed head and all, to greet the magnificent monsters as they perform their magic. Oh, did I mention that my neighbor is usually outside with her two and four year olds also? I wonder how often this scenario is repeated? It's fun to see Jake jump around, wave to the "garbage truck guy" and find delight in something so simple. Then I started to think, hey, this IS pretty cool. I don't have to pack anyone up in the car, it comes right to our house, it's free and predicable. Now if he only came twice a week.... Over the weekend, Jakey and I made an impromptu trip to one of my favorite stores...you know...the one with the big red bullseye. I've probably seen you there. I'm usually the one walking around aimlessly. Anyhoo, the task at hand was quite simple. It was around 7:30PM and everyone was craving sweets. Jake and I were on a mission to get some strawberry ice cream for him and Rocky Road for hubby. My plan was to mooch off of both of them. While we were there, (and walking around aimlessly), I remembered that Jake needed some new sandals so we made a pit stop to the shoe department. It was one of the first times that I went clothes/shoe shopping with him. For the past four years we have lived off of hand-me-downs, and on the occasion that he actually gets something new, I usually just buy it without him and bring it home.
We walked up and down the shoe aisle and found a few pairs to try on. There was one pair in particular that Jake liked. He tried them on and they fit. I didn’t really like them and was trying to change his mind.
Me - “Jake, are you sure you like those?”
Jake - “Yep.” Me - “I don’t think they look that cute.” Jake - “They look cute to me.”
‘Nuff said. I wanted him to feel included in the process and feel like his opinion mattered so I bought them.
That little exchange quickly reminded me of clothes shopping with my mom when I was a girl. To say that I didn’t like shopping is an understatement. Perhaps it was because everything had to be on sale which pretty much excluded all of the “cool” clothes. Being one of five kids, my parent’s needed to spend cautiously. I understand that now, but as a pre-teen, not so much.
Next, I never had (and still don’t have) a rail thin body that some of my classmates had. Infact, my mom and I would always have the same exchange.
If I actually found something that I liked, my mom would usually say…
“You can’t gain a pound in those.”
Or my favorite, without fail, every single time….
“Mom, do these pants make my butt look big?”
“Generous.”
Um…thank you? Hmmm, I have a generous butt. Well, it was an honest answer and for old times sake I’m tempted to ask her. Perhaps next time I see her and have a new pair of pants on I will, but in the meantime I’m going to eat a generous sized portion of ice-cream for my generous sized...
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