Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Judgy Judi

I wrote something on facebook that I have felt bad about since I hit that post button.  This has taught me a few important lessons.  One, I need to recheck my internal censor button.  Two, I need to remember that the way something sounds in my head is not always the way a reader hears it.  Three, sometimes I need to shut up.

What did I do, you ask?  I made a comment about "Jesus freaks".

It was wrong to do for many reasons.  There are two parts that keep bugging me.  One, I offended some folks - something I would never intentionally do.  I like those people.  I respect their beliefs.  Yet based on what I wrote, they would never know that.  Two, I did exactly what I tell my kids not to do.  I judged folks based on looks (the crosses on their backs), not on knowing them.  I have been known to argue with my (atheist) boyfriend about his comments against those with religious beliefs but I just did the same thing!  So now I'm a hypocrite AND a mouthy ass.

This doesn't make me happy.  It certainly doesn't make me proud.

The lesson here?  Yeah, keep my mouth shut.  That's kind of obvious.  Think before I speak?  I should have learned that by third grade.  But apparently I didn't.  Remember that I don't appreciate being judged for what I do or don't believe/hair color/appearance/parenting style, etc, so maybe it would behoove me to not do that to others?  Yeah, I need to remember that one.

I think the Universe is trying to teach me something.  Why?  Because for three nights of the last week, there has been a chorus in my dreams singing (endlessly!!) The will know we are Christians by our love. Seriously.  Hopefully my lesson has been learned.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Getting my priorities straight

This is me going on a rant aimed at myself.  Bear with me.

I go to bed every day with a list of at least 27 things that were supposed to get done but didn’t.  And yeah, I know I waste a phenomenal amount of time doing things like checking facebook, playing words with friends and just being, well, me.  I usually accomplish quite a few things in day but I always go to bed feeling like I should have done more.

I had one of those days last week.  But it was different because I ended the day sort of wanting to smack myself upside the head.  So this is me smacking myself.

It was a busy day!  Work at one location which, thankfully ended early enough for me to run to the fabric store and get something so I can alter A’s dress that is needed for Saturday.  Back to work.  In between, a phone catch-up with a friend.  This is me multi-tasking.  Job two done.  Run home and respond to a few emails, fill a few jobs.  Kiss the girls hello as they arrive home after school and I leave to accompany a friend to a doctor’s appointment.  That ends and I dawdle a bit (because I really like hanging out with this person).  Text the girls to get their stuff together so I can pull up to the house and just get them.  Of course, they don’t look at their phones so I have to go in the driveway.  Deep sigh.   That whole process takes nearly 10 minutes.  I will never understand why but it does.  Finally, we’re out the door again on the way to get my mom. 

It’s now a little after 5 and I have not stopped all day.

I drove my mom and girls to the Kenwood area of Bethesda to look at the cherry blossoms.  Street after street was covered in a canopy of cherry blossoms.  I finally found a place to park and let the girls get out.  Then the smack starts to hit.  M’s nose is in every flower she can find.  She’s happy.  She wants to touch every single cherry blossom.  A is happy, too, taking as many pictures as she can.  I feel like I can breathe.  My mom stayed in the car, happily watching my girls. All that craziness just to take a few minutes to see, smell and touch the pretty little flowers that will be gone in a few days.
(hand is now slapping the side of my head)
I felt good.  My kids were smiling.  My mother loved just driving around – being out of her very small, very hot (today) apartment.  I need to remember all three of those folks are dependent on me for a lot of things – including fun.  I’m pretty good at giving them what they need but sometimes forget to give them what they want.  Fun needs to be a priority.

Monday, April 8, 2013

Tourists or Another MTM moment

I could write about everything I don't like about tourists in DC.  I could write about how they stand to the left on the metro escalators or how they block the doors.  Or how they can't figure out how to use a metro card.  Or how they can't park to save their lives.

But I won't.

Why?  Because I like living in a place people want to visit.  I was at Eastern Market yesterday and it took about 20 minutes to find a parking space.  Normally this would bug the shit out of me but it didn't.  First, I was with someone whose conversation kept me entertained.  Second, it was a beautiful day and my (new!) sunroof was open.  There were people everywhere.

My friend, C, and I walked around the flea market part first.  It was crowded but everyone was in a good mood.  We made our way over to the other vendors and eventually into the market building.  I could smell the flowers, the food and things I couldn't readily identify.  It was all happy (okay, maybe not the fish counter).

That was the tourist part.  Now the MTM (Mary Tyler Moore) Moment part.

So you know in the beginning of the Mary Tyler Moore show when she's walking through the city and throws her hat up in the air?  That's a MTM moment.  Yes, I am aware this shows my age.  I'm good with it.

Every now and again I have a MTM moment.  It tends to happen in airports and occasionally at the various Smithsonian gardens.  I don't know why.  Yesterday was another MTM of sorts.  C and I were looking for a place to eat lunch and found a nice place with outdoor seating and mimosas.  Oh, we had just run into a couple of friends moments before.  So there I was with my trendy looking friend (because I am most definitely NOT trendy looking), just ran into people I know in a crowded place and was sitting there drinking mimosas and eating middle eastern food - all while making this very white crayon of a woman just a shade darker in the sun.  That, my friends, was my first MTM moment of the year.  It's about time.