Mom’s thoughts » Hip to be Mom

Stuck at home with the sniffles last weekend, the girls and I cuddled up for several movie nights and one of the movies we watched was The Switch. Okay, I had no idea Jason Bateman was still acting but hey guy, you’re still pretty hot! This is where my girls start grimacing and contorting their faces at their Mom’s choice of cute.

Never mind, on with the show. So Kassie (Jennifer Aniston) wakes up one morning to the loud ticking of her biological clock and decides she must have a kid. So the hunt for a sperm donor begins and she finally settles on Roland, an overly energetic and enthusiastic guy who would probably be out trying to tame a set of maxxim custom wheels as soon as he runs out of rocks to climb.

At the insemination party (harhar!), Kassie’s BFF, Wally (Jason Bateman) inadvertently switches Roland’s ingredients with his own. I’m not going to give too much away here in case you haven’t watched the movie.

Fast forward 7 years and Kassie returns to town with her son, Sebastian, who not only hits it off with Wally but also bears an uncanny resemblance, characterwise, to the man. And as parents, we all know how it thrills us to catch nuances of ourselves in our kids .

So what did I think of the movie? Loved it. Would watch it again.

Watched it? Watch it again? What do you think?

Getting phone calls after 9:30pm.
Filling out forms.
Eating with my fingers. Any food that requires more than two fingers to pick up, I’ll pass!
Sharing food or drinks with anyone other than immediate family.
Being kept waiting for anything more than 10 minutes.
People breathing down my neck. Literally.
Bad customer service. I have enough stories to fill a book half a foot thick.
Killing anything that moves. Yes, I’m the one who opens the car windows to let out that one piddly mosquito!
Talking to people who don’t answer.
Any function that excludes my kids.

How about you?

By the way, here are some of the things I enjoy.

For the past week, I’ve been stressing about a trip I had to make that would take me out of the civilized world, as I know it. You would be stressing too if you were anywhere as directionally challenged as I am. I blame it entirely on my bad genes, of course… and the fact that I refuse to get myself a GPS.

Okay, fine, maybe I’m just being silly, or illogical, or stubborn. But I’m not sure I want an electronic control freak telling me where to go! That and the fact that year after year, I’ve had to answer frantic calls from my cousin saying her husband’s been driving around in circles and they’re completely lost getting to my place.

It seems we’re not just a family of directionally-challenged, we’re also in the habit of marrying the directionally-challenged. But in her case, it’s not that they refused to get a GPS, it’s that they were lost in spite of one!

As for my trip to nowhere yesterday, I had Raine with me, my trusty navigator who helped me get out of that SF fix. But no GPS. Armed simply with paper and pen, she was busy leaving a trail of breadcrumbs so Hansel and Gretel could find their way home later.

Am I the only person in the modern world who does not own a GPS? Just sayin’.

Painting my nails. It’s therapeutic.
Afternoon naps. Something I never got to do when I was working full-time.
Working out. But you already know that.
Eating out. I love to cook but sometimes I’d rather not.
Making funny faces at little kids and watching their reactions. Could this be some kind of disorder, you think ?
A good laugh. So good to laugh at yourself too sometimes.
Lazing around over an ice-blended coffee with my teens. Maybe there’s a slow mo inside the hyper after all.

Being crazy now and then. Like breaking into song in an opera-like voice, or jumping up and dancing.
Dressing up. Finding a ball to go to, now that’s another story!
Trying new recipes. Often inspired by my picky eaters.

Okay, that’s it from me for now. Your turn…

I found a girl friend on Facebook that I haven’t heard from in years. I remember she has a rambling old house. I looked at her photos only to find it’s been refurbished extensively and now it looks spanking new. Her bathrooms have been fitted with Copper Sinks and I’m so jealous. Always wanted one of those.

She says she got them from Mr Direct because they were affordably priced within her budget and they offer same day shipping. Now I want my own Copper Sink maybe not in all my bathrooms, but it would be nice to have one in my kitchen to give it that rustic look.

The gift

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Jul 222011

I received a gift from possibly the last person on earth I’d expect a gift from. This was a couple of months ago but I totally forgot to blog about it. How could I ?!!

Considering that this is a genuine Louis Vuitton wallet (yes, I checked) from Paris, France (no less), I must seem awfully unappreciative not to have gotten all excited and blogged about it the minute I was done swooning, dancing around the room and singing praises to the creative genius of dear old Louis.

Truth is I am… appreciative, I mean… very!!

I guess I was more bowled over by the fact that I have at least this one relative who actually took time off to unwrap herself from the bragging, showing off and one-upmanship to buy me a gift! I mean, this fact alone is worth a thousand blog posts!

And not just any old gift at that!

Don’t get me wrong. One can never have too many wallets or too much cash to fill them with. But let me be brutally honest here. This is such an ugly wallet! No offense to LV lovers, of course. It’s brown, it’s boring and it’s got someone else’s initials stamped all over it. ‘Nuff said.

Okay, here’s the other thing. I’m not sure what prompted this sudden gift. It’s neither my birthday nor am I in the habit of distributing gifts to all and sundry in the hopes of getting something back.

So I’m guessing it could be because this brand-conscious relative of mine took one look at me and thought to herself – what an utterly deprived woman, how can she live without an LV?!

I know. It must be shocking to someone like her seeing as how we are are so often judged by the cars we drive, the brand names we carry and the size of gifts we give! I can’t blame her though. She doesn’t know me for the rebel who won’t subscribe to Beemer-worshipping or praying to the Money God or judging people by the size of their bank account.

As for my shopping philosophy, if it’s an item everyone else has, chances are I will avoid it like the plague. If I happen to like the design, fine. If it’s solely for the sake of keeping up with the Joneses, forget it! So I’m different. I’m me. Why would I want to be like everyone else?

Anyhoo, to my most thoughtful relative – Thank you, it’s very sweet of you. My LV now is safely locked away in my closet till it goes out of style and time turns it into a priceless vintage .