~~~Family dinners. Yes, critically important for family bonding, maintaining communication with your child, teaching them not to eat with their feet, ecetera. Except we don't. Cereal, eggs, & quesadillas are the norm. I give myself high marks if I make veggies but then still end up on the computer while they eat.
~~~TV. I've no doubt every new parent agrees TV is the devil's toy, till their kids get a little older and you aren't sure when an hour of educational Sesame Street morphed into "two" hours of SpongeBob. "Two hours" should, of course, be read liberally - i.e. 2 hrs 59minutes.
~~~Wine. I rarely drank in college and if I did it was hard alcohol mixed with bubbles & high fructose corn syrup. Now? Necessity. Stuff of Life. I could go on, but would start to sound like I had a problem.
~~~Also, coffee. I drank tea in college. Earl Grey. Hot. [Still no Trekkies?] Now I get a caffeine headache if I don't dose up with at least three cups.
~~~The kids. I really did not think I was going to have children. The world is over populated, blah, blah. Now I want a herd. Or maybe a litter. A small litter? Though adoption is a serious post for another day.
~~~The suburbs. *sigh* For the record, we don't own a minivan...yet. Also filing under this category: getting married (in general, not specifically not to Matt), the working mom/SAHM debate, and flying with small screaming children.
~~~The shoes. That's what you were waiting for, right? Though I told a friend I was going to post a picture of my shoes and she mentioned she had "4 inch gold sparkle platform cork heels", so these suddenly seem dull in comparison, except she doesn't have a blog or a photo of said shoes so, ha-ha, I win.
Did'ya know I spent my first 2 years of school in Paris? I did. Making my eventual transition to the mid-western suburbs that much more dramatic. After running out of money, I finished up at an ag school in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by tomato fields. (Yes, I did get culture whiplash). And, yes, I do realize that the fact I was there for TWO YEARS without appropriately reveling in and partaking of the fermented grape is a tragedy. I also never learned how to speak French.
Worse, and possibly criminal - in the fashion capital of the world, I wore a lot of shoes that looked like this:
|Small photo. Just so you don't choke on your breakfast.|
Now? I buy these:
Though it naturally rained the first day I wore them, which might not be the textbook definition of irony, but that one song made it OK.
Days later: Am adding blogging to this list. I'm not on FB, linkedin, myspace, second life, the message boards or any other online option. I LIKE(d) my online anonymous browsing - there are crazy people out there. And Employers. I didn't like high school the first time around, no need for random people to google you, to remind you about second period history. But here I am...
~~~Also, wearing Pink. Because the girl looks ADORABLE in it.