August 27, 2009

Flashback Fridays (even though its still thurs): Weird Al

Anyone remember Weird Al Yankovic? I do, had the record. Literally a record. My little brother and I would run around singing his songs and have no idea that they were spins from an original. Ahh to be young.

"I want a new duck. Not a dog or a cat...quack, quack, quack, quack, quack"

haha, good times

FIFA, Wakeboards and Laundry

Today when I drowsily drug myself out of bed I fed my baby and changed her into a new outfit, because it was clean. It must have been a good feeding because shortly thereafter she blew it up, and out, and all over her new outfit leaving, nothing clean.

So I decided I could not put off the mountains of laundry any longer and I started the chores. Except I could barely move because I went wakeboarding yesterday. Bending to pick clothes up, forget it!

You see we went early on a Wednesday so there were only about 4 other boats on the lake and they were all fishing. The water was like glass! It was great so I took advantage and did about 3 more runs than usual and as my skills are improving I did much more edging and jumping and was even comfortable enough to be pulled at a higher speed. Except the last run I did after a couple spiked fruit punch drinks, WOO! I thought I was superwoman and was jumping the wakes and haulin ass across the lake like I was a pro. Ouch. I feel it today.

Anyway for months my husband (Campeon) has been mentioning how he wants to hook up the Xbox to the internet and blah blah, whatever. I had no clue what he was talking about so I would just roll my eyes or walk away. Recently we switched to Comcast and he was able to hook it up. All of the sudden I realize why its called Xbox Live. He is actually playing other people on FIFA. Duh. Now, I'm usually completely disinterested in gaming but this really caught my attention. He has the little headphone thingy so I wanted to listen. HA HA. Its just like the movie "The Breakup" when he is talking shit to the little kid who is kicking his ass. Which by the way was happening to Campeon as well. I was highly entertained by it. However he takes that as a licence to play all the time.

Well I was just here for a break... I'm off with my Suzi SuperMOM cape once more to tackle the remaining laundry, sore muscles and all. While Campeon sits and shouts obscenities at the Fifa game that he is playing... again.

August 15, 2009

Camping: Round 1

My comment on Stuff White People Like #128: Camping.

Here is a great example of what a lack of running water for three days looks like:
I am white and I love to camp! My husband however is less fond. He is mexican. A damn white washed mexican if I say so though becuase as you can see he is still concerned that after three days of everything covered in dirt that his nuts are clean.

Tip for the white people. Mexicans will go camping as long as:

1. There is at least one seperate cooler packed with beer and
2. A bottle of tequilla.
3. Its probably a good idea to also bring some Vicente Fernandez or Menudo for campfire music as they will not be feeling the B-52's.

Please note: they WILL bring along their little yap dog chiuahua who is likely to pee on your tent and will bark all day cuz he thinks he's Kujo. Do not try to tell the dog to be quiet because he only speaks spanish, and therefore will not understand you. They do however, tend to understand the back of your foot up their ass. Please wait until nightfall before any such corrections.

A bad habit

Oh my we have started a bad habit my husband and I. We have forgone sex and conversation for blogging!

We lay in bed with the tv on whatever it lands on, laptops in hand and we listen to the clicks and clacks of keys being punched. There will be an occasional giggle if we are reading a blog.

Then, when we are done, we read each others blog to see what the other is up to. Power down, and say good night.

WTF?! Is this normal? like that

So the more time I spend on the blogshpere the more and more amazing blogs I find. Which leaves me wondering, will mine ever be that cool? How can I possibly attain such greatness?

And the Blogher convention? Cool! Sounds like a ball. If it turns out I don't have what it takes or whatever I'm good with that but I'm fascinated by the whole "billboard in the desert" thing turned urban gathering, viaaaa?

So my question goes out, yes in the desert, to anyone who may be passing by, how did you do it? What is this all really about? Friends, venting, laughter? What inspired you to start blogging? Did you like it when people started reading or did it become added pressure? And mostly, how do you find the time not only to blog but to keep up on reading all the other great blogs?!

By the way thanks to all the bloggers as I am highly entertained by your stuff! And a special shoutout to Captain Dumbass for following. A gesture of encouragement I'm sure but appreciated none the less. Its a great day when your fan fare doubles! LOL

Lost in the desert for now,
Suzi Q

August 14, 2009

Generation X, Y and T?

So today I did the soccer mom thing and sat with the other parents at practice. Ugh. I was dreading it but knew I would have to do it eventually and it was a nice day so what the heck, lets give it a whirl and see who we're dealing with.

First of all they are all at least 10 years older than me which usually equals: cheesy. Plus, there is always at least one mom who mugs because of it. Sorry, don't be butt hurt because I was cute rocking the leg warmers at 5 and well, you wore them for your senior pictures. Those 10 years and 20 some odd pounds are not my fault sister.

Second, I'm generally anti social with people I don't know because I often find that people are fake. I hate being fake. I would seriously rather have someone tell me what they think than pretend about things. Probably more than that, I prefer to say it like it is than act. I am not uptight or snooty and can't stand people who are. Its so draining.

Well whatever, it turns out that they weren't half bad! Yes I did get the mug and the "ahem, no thanks" on my offer to help as team mom but other than that I was pleasantly surprised.

After the usual conversations about the first day of school, team picture day, PTA programs and the oohs and ahhs over my baby girl, one brave mom decided to bring up the subject of snacks. Now generally everyone knows with sports comes snacks. Some damn person at some time decided that little jr. needed a snack as a reward after each game he played. And some other damn person agreed. And now we as parents are obligated to participate in this crap.

About 4 of us agreed that a half time orange slice was fine but the need for a soda and rice krispie treat after the game at 10 in the morning was unnecessary. One mom sat back doubt stunned by the idea of challenging the snack policy. What the hell were we thinking?!

But oh my we didn't stop there. She went on with this speech about how we are raising the Trophy Generation. This generation of kids who grow up and can't do crap for themselves because we do EVERYTHING for them and don't allow them to experience natural consequences, such as...

LOSING. Losing is part of playing. If you are afraid of losing then don't play. If you can't bust your ass hard enough to win, thats OK. It happens. You will not always be the best. BUT, do not expect to be rewarded anyway! I told my daughter (who is 8) that at the end of the season if they don't win that she will not get a medal or trophy anyway, even if the rest of her team does. She looked a little concerned and asked "but I thought this was for fun?".

"Yes honey you are right. But winning is fun. So is learning. So when you don't win its time to look at what you did wrong or just what you can do better. Whether you win or lose you take it and learn from it. That is fun."

Last season she played soccer she thought she got a medal no matter what. I explained that she only got a medal if her team placed 1st or 2nd in the division and that every game they played counted toward that placement. Boy you should have seen that girl play after that! She played with a drive and determination that was previously absent.

NOW, I feel it completely appropriate to recognize a player or team with a paper award for improvement or good effort. Thats cool. I also think there is an age that "manning up" on the snacks and participation medal crap is appropriate and one that its not. I think that little little kids still lack confidence and look to their parents for reinforcement. Like 6 and under. They are more impressionable and should have a positive experience in sports so that they actually want to continue (that doesn't mean no rules or consequences). But after that the kitten gloves should come off and truth be told. Sorry, but little johnny is probably not the next Pele. And thats OK. Just don't have unrealistic expectations and undeserved rewards. Please people, just explain to your kid whats going on. He is not the best. Maybe because he started late, he hasn't practiced
as much or maybe he is just better at something else. Even still, that is not a reason to stop playing. My daughter is not that great. Seriously bad sometimes. But I tell her to go, pay attention, learn, try hard and have fun with it.

When we unjustly reward our kids and worse, shield them from natural consequences (shit like, when you play sports, you are likely to make contact with opponents and yes, you may get hit with the ball...more than once) we create a sorry excuse for a decent human being. Someone with zero self discipline and zero respect for authority. Mainly because they see their stupid parents constantly trying to challenge rules. "little johnny shouldn't get a red card for shoving that kid and kicking him on the ground! he didn't know, he didn't mean to, the other kid touched him with his shoulder during play." Whatever.

If the kid really did piss him off to that point well its up to you to teach your kid to stand up for themselves or not (another subject I guess) but do teach them to be prepared to willingly and respectfully accept the consequences of their actions. Whatever they choose. Duh.

Maybe it was our parents who started this crap with us, I don't know. But somewhere along the line we ended up with a bunch of people who are afraid of their damn kids. Afraid to piss em off, to give em a good old fashion ASS WHOOPIN.

Lets raise some hardcore kids who have the discipline and integrity to get some shit done. And yes while a long track later, it starts with things like rice krispies and participation medals. And honey, yes I never thought the day would come that I would agree with you on this but 6 episodes in a row of The Academy got me thinking.

August 10, 2009

Why I havent blogged in 2 weeks

Ok. Just to get this out of the way for my over anilitical mind.

1. hangover
2. baby daddy drama
3. court trips
4. sick like death
5. pissed at my husband
6. church with much reflection
7. writing to my husband about why i'm pissed
8. actually working some hours
9. wakeboarding
10. freaking out because i have all this to blog about and i'm falling behind!

My husband and I just had this long conversation about how I have to be perfect and so if I don't have time for perfection I just won't do things. True. And, even if I do actually get a blog off the ground I will edit it and re-edit it until I have it just where I like it. Where as he will spout off whatever comes to mind and type way too fast and leave out critical words so that his shit doesn't even make sense. I tell him that it doesn't and when he actually takes a minute to read it he realizes that he did in fact leave out words. I tell him that is exactly the reason that I like to take my time and do it right. This argument runs through everything we do. I'm convinced it always will.

Ok, we were catching up on episodes of The Office yesterday, and we were laughing hysterically at the one about ethics. I will post the link because you have to watch it! It is us in a freakin nutshell, especially at work with each other. Funny as hell. If you want to get to know us, this is it! I am Holly, he is Michael...right down to him helping me to get me into a relationship that I didn't know about. LOL That is pretty much what it!


August 9, 2009

Julie and Julia the movie

hhhaaaaahhhh. exhale.

I loved this movie. As I knew I would. I took my little girl to see it and she loved it too. Shes 8 and she loves to cook. Or at least help me with the chocolate chip pancakes.

=( I do not really cook. I wish I did. I have wished it for years. I get into phases where I will try lots of recipies but in general we eat lots of fast food.

I knew this lady once named Norma. She was from Bermuda I think. That chick made the best food ever. It was to die for. And she did it so effortlessly. Like, we would have roasted duck for an afternoon snack. No big deal for her. Mmmmmm.

Anyway, the point is that from that time I loved the way the food tasted and how it made me feel to eat such delicious things. And I especially loved how good food is such a great way to bring people together. I mean, people really open up and feel comfortable and comforted with delicious foods to share. I wanted that. I wanted to entertain, to cook for my husband and family and friends. To teach my children how to cook. To have friends over who oohed and ahhed over the grub, who went home fat and joyous. Somehow its a blessing to be able to provide that. I think it has something to do with being a women. That need and desire to feed and nurture.

I love to set a beautiful table. I love to plate the food and sauces in little dishes and platters. I love smelling the aromas. I love to create something new. I love to see my little girl come alive when I ask her to help me in the kitchen. She is all about it.

One of the problems I find now is that my husband likes Mexican food and flamin hot cheetos. I love mexican food too but I want to cook all sorts of things. He is satisfied with a microwaved quesidilla or a pb&j. I love italian food and he hates ricotta cheese. Ugh. I am greatful though that he will try and eat a little of whatever I make. He is very good about that.

Ramble on...

I loved the movie because I relate very much to Julie. I often find myself wondering whats next. I never finish anything either. She was really ambitious though. I try to get myself to do one new recipe a week and usually don't even do that. So all in all my point is (I think)(I'm getting tired and not sure what I'm talking about anymore) that the movie was good and inspired me to continue on to reach my goal to be able to cook how I want to. And to finish something. I have just enrolled in school, again, to finish up my degree. It will probably take me 4 years (for my AS, lol) but thats ok. Like my daddy always said, "4 years is a long time but its going to go by no matter what. You can have a degree at the end or not." I say thats wisdom.