Olympic Games 2014….and the winner is…

I’d like to say that today has been productive. I’ve done a lot of things but at the same time ended up doing nothing.

I was suppose to prepare for a potential interview coming up.

Instead I entered what must be the Olympic Games version of procrastination.

So. Starting tomorrow I’m going to organize my life. I’m going to make a battle plan and by God in going to read through that stupid paper even if it means having to lock myself in the bathroom to do so.

It has always amazed me that I am amazing when it comes to helping people remember things, running errands for other people etc but trying to organize my own life has always seemed as daunting of a task as asking a slug to climb Mount Everest. So, I’m going to see if it’s possible to trick myself into becoming organized by becoming my own personal assistant. Tomorrow I’ll work out a plan of attack.

…and a plan on how to stick to it….

Update:
You know it’s bad when you find yourself googling “how to organize your life” followed by “how to remember to check your planner”. Yep. It’s that bad.

Sochi – heaven and hell

I love the Olympic Games. I love elaborate shows, galas. I want it to be grand, to captivate me and to figuratively blow my mind. Needless to say I had great expectations for the Sochi games….and O.M.G!!!
It was the most elaborate awesome celebration, kick off for the Olympics I have ever seen. Everything was meticulously planned and carried out. Everything had a bit of Russian history to it, even the Swan Lake cauldron to hold the Olympic fire. It was grand and majestic and captivated me in a way I haven’t been captivated my anything on tv for years. It was amazing!

You can call it an informative lesson in Russia’s history or well performed propaganda. One things is clear, if you didn’t know anything about Russia before the Sochi games, you would be on a plane going there by now. Well played Russia, well played.

Still. I can’t erase the memories of Russians being tortured while building the Olympic village. Threatened, blindfolded, sodomized. How the workers were at first promised a ridiculous low wage and then most of them ending up with no wage at all. Russia. Sochi. It is heaven and hell all at the same time. The adult in me hopes that Putin heard the chairman of the Olympic committee when he said that all participants, no matter what country your from can live in the Olympic village in peace without discrimination for whatever reason. The teenager in me want to paint my nails in the color of the rainbow to support the LGBT community. But the little child in me just wants to savor the moment, if only for a few minutes of an opening ceremony for the 22nd Winter Olympics in Sochi that not only lived up to my grand expectations but far exceeded them! Well played Russia. Let the games begin!

How not to greet at child

Pet peeve of today: People that make me see giant AMBER alert signs and causes visions of child abduction in my mind.

We all know them. We’ve all had to face them. The complete strangers that come up to you on the street, at the supermarket, postoffice what have you, and tries to engage your child, stroke their cheek or even worse, pick them up.

Dear sir/mam, You are currently invading my child’s personal space and he does not approve of your action. Please refrain from such activities in the future.

I’m pretty sure I’ve never actually said that out loud even though I’ve often wanted to. Instead my answers include blank stares, no, just walking away or the juvenile versions of “Hell no” or “fucktard”. I do apologize but I’m pretty sure I’ve used the latter expressions at least once.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m a pretty laid back person (most times), but as everybody else I have my pet peeves and one of them is people who do not know how to greet a child. Last holiday season I wrote an open letter which I never ended up publishing but it went a little something like this:

Dear sir/mam,

Holiday season is upon us again and this is the time when people often want to share their love with others and the “christmas spirit”. All too often it includes a lot of strangers (people we do not yet know) wanting to say hello to junior, especially when we are outside. Junior is very cute and very flirty when he wants to be but also has very clear limits on what and who he allows into his personal space. Therefore please be advised that a no is always a no, wether it’s him shaking his head or actually saying no. That means “back off, you’re invading my personal space and I do not appreciate it”. It is not going to change by you persisting. It is not going to change just because you talk to him or worse, say out loud that he doesn’t seem to like you or seem scared but it’s ok because you have kids  yourself (alternatively you are a grandparent).

Excuse me but it is completely irrelevant.

I’m sure you are a wonderful parent/grandparent. I am sure your kids/grandkids absolutely love and adore you. But I’m also sure that’s because they already know you. It doesn’t matter how lovely others think you are, to my son you are a stranger. So when he says no, don’t get all butt hurt, just back away and give him some space.

Please realize that wether my child is in the comfort of a wrap being carried by me or in a stroller covered in a blanket that does NOT mean he wants you to poke him, pinch his checks or stroke him on the cheek. (Again, I’m sure you mean well but you are a complete stranger. Btw I don’t know a single child in the world who likes having their cheeks pinched.)

If he doesn’t seem interested in talking to you he probably isn’t. And it probably isn’t “just because he’s shy”. Most often it is because he has made a conscious judgment call that he just does not want to talk to you. You do not interest him.

Do not try to explain away my son’s behavior. He needs your understanding, not for you to patronize him or treat him like he doesn’t know what’s best for him. (Newsflash, in this case he does, you don’t!)

When my son is walking next to me, for the love of everything that’s holy, do NOT pick him up! Unless he’s running into traffic and I’m too far away to catch him in time, whisking him off his feet is NEVER ok! It will automatically trigger the mama bear response in me. I will go all warrior viking on you. Understand that when you whisk my son off his feet I see AMBER alert and think of people like John Wayne Gacy, not innocent stranger who wants to hold a cute child. It’s not because I am overly nervous, it’s because you, a complete stranger, just picked upp my dearest child.

So, to keep the holiday spirit please know, that unless my son openly engages in conversation with you or tries to shake your hand he is off limits to you. Remember, a no is always a no wether the person saying is is 2 or 72.

Sincerely yours,

The mom

Illiterate in a bilingual world

We’ve recently started looking at different bilingual preschools for junior to attend for the few years we aim to stay abroad. It’s all very fancy (not really) and you have to submit applications and stuff. Hubby and I are both university educated so this is a breeze for us. Hubby is a US citizen and so is junior (he’s dual). We got a letter in the mail today addressed to mr and mrs “insert my husbands full name”. Living abroad in what could be the most laid back country in the world I knew it had to be an American writing the letter. Sure enough it was.

It was a “Dear Mr&Mrs, thank you for applying…” And then went on to explain how our son’s preschool application to one of the schools had been denied. Ok. No biggie. We kept reading and that’s when it happened….. The reason our son was denied was due to that he shool could only accept students who

…reside in X country for a limited period of time and who possess sufficient knowledge in English to be able to follow the education taught in English.

I swore I had just become illiterate. Surely we weren’t reading that he didn’t have sufficient knowledge in English….?! ENGLISH?!!!
I think the person who laughed the hardest was the US citizen (born n raised) husband while I went a little more warrior Viking.
We’re completely bilingual (hubby’s learning the new language) and junior is perfectly bilingual. We speak all English with each other and I speak both with junior, always have. So…WHAT DA FAKK?! The letter (and principal) felt so lost in translation even though I had purposely filled out the application in English. (You’d think a school claiming to be bilingual should be able to handle that.

I wanted to email the principal and ask who was the illiterate one, him or me….but I chose to go the more politically correct route of “dear sir….perhaps a mistake…”

I guess we’ll jut have to wait as see what happens. SMH.

Seriously though. This is after we skipped one applications because the English was horrible and barely made it through another application asking for “country of belonging”?! Again I wish I could claim being lost in translation, but that sentence doesn’t make sense in either language. Illiteracy might go a long way and still land you a job…but the admission’s office shouldn’t be one of them. Smh. Hubby suggested I’d put “none, he’s a free man” but I’m not sure that would’ve helped.

Come on, prove to me that there are still some bilingual people out there who actually know what they’re doing!

So you mean this isn’t a good time to tell you…..

Does this mean that the world will stop posting about the Super Bowl now? Gosh I hope so…

So you mean that this isn’t a good time to tell you that the 95th regular season of the NFL is tentatively set to begin Thursday, September 4, 2014, with the defending Super Bowl champions hosting in the annual kick off game?!

Not even if I tell you it’s going to be epic?

Really?

Are you sure?

Ok I’ll be quite. I’ll just share a picture instead then….

 

(Photo borrowed from: The NFL Shop)

I judge you….i judge the heck out of you

I know. I shouldn’t….and so like everybody else I wouldn’t dream of ever judging anybody.

Buuuut…..since we’re not living in a dreamworld there are times when I do judge (I’m sorry!). So mamas (and dads), here’s my confession. 

I judge you when:

– You stand outside the gymboree place and feed your 2.5 year old pepsi for a snack. I know, maybe you forgot your healthy snack, maybe it’s his once a week allotment…but still…..i see you every week and although I wouldn’t tell you (unless you asked me) it’s just wrong.

 

– You but your 2 year old ON TOP OF YOUR CAR when you’re parked along a sidewalk and have to reach in the car to get something. I’m not really sure what you were thinking. There’s a perfectly fine sidewalk to put your toddler. The roof of your car should be a no-no and so I will inadvertently assume you might not be parent of the year material….or that you are the AFV kind of parent of the year material.

– You brag on Facebook about having a drinking party and post pictures of you shitfaced with a shot glas in one hand and your baby in your arms. This is when I am one step away from calling the cps on your dumb face…until i remember that I don’t really know you and you’re just in a random Facebook group I’ve been meaning to unsubscribe to.

 

– When you ask the formula feeding mommy why she doesn’t breast feed and before she has a chance to answer start lecturing her about the benefits of breastfeeding and the cons about formula feeding. It makes me want to give you a high five, to the face, with a chair. Don’t get me wrong. I am ALL FOR breastfeeding. I think everybody should breastfeed. But if someone isn’t for whatever reason, don’t give them crap about it. If they want to know the benefits of breastfeeding they can ask, you don’t have to shove it in their face. Maybe  they can’t breastfeed for one reason or the other. Maybe they can but it’s a sensitive subject. So no….just don’t bring it up. It makes me assume that you are one of those people that doesn’t care about anybody else’s opinion except your own.

 

That concludes my confession for the day. I know I shouldn’t judge, but sometimes I do. You’d never know and I try not to, but sometimes I can’t help myself. Do you judge other people? I dare you to post about it!

The (Wet) 12th Man

The day of (well almost) SUPER BOWL and OF COURSE this guy deserves a shout out! The other day he was down at the 12th man pep rally for Seahawks and took some sweet pictures! Check them out on his blog or on his official Facebook page
( http://www.facebook.com/stantonprescott )

Stanton Prescott

After two weeks straight of no precipitation, the rain I was promised I would find in Seattle has finally arrived.  That didn’t stop The 12th Man, the fan base of the Seattle Seahawks, from showing up at the Seattle Center under the Space Needle for a Pep-Rally as their team heads to New Jersey to face off against the Denver Broncos on the biggest stage in professional sports:  THE SUPER BOWL.

So I threw on my rain boots, donned my rain coat, wrapped my camera in a plastic bag, and headed out to snap some shots.  Which one should I choose for my Daily Photo, today, which can be seen on my Official Facebook Page.  Feel free to like it if you do not already!

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