i wish you well…
Maya’s angry and it’s a mystery why…
- Maybe she’s still holding a grudge that I wouldn’t share my blueberry muffin. (Don’t judge – if you’d tasted it you wouldn’t have either.)
- Maybe it’s because I yelled – for the millionth time – that no, she could NOT have a playdate (still hate that word) with a random kid she met at the park.
- Maybe it’s because Ali finally pushed her over the edge as he badgered her with his video camera for 10 hours on the slopes. I think all of Lake Tahoe could hear her scream, “Stop it Dad! I said stop taking pictures and videos of me!” (I know I should have told her not to talk to her father like that but frankly, I too wanted Ali’s video camera to disappear with all my being.)
Anyway, I wish I really cared what Maya’s issue is but I have too many of my own to worry about. And in any case it appears to be too late because Maya is moving on.
Translation: Ameena and Ali I hope you have a great marriage and a great life.
For what it’s worth Maya, I wish you well in “lif” and I hope you eventually have a “grat mereg” too.
But most of all, I hope – no I pray – that one day you learn how to spell.
a weekend on the slopes
Question of the Day: What does the worlds most uncoordinated person do when stranded in Lake Tahoe with a kid that won’t stop asking if she can go skiing/have a snack/go for a swim/watch TV and a husband who skis with a pole in one hand and his iPhone in the other?
Answer: She zones out. And in the process thinks too much about useless crap.
So here are my latest and greatest “pearls of wisdom” from our weekend on the slopes…
- Ski clothes make me look the Michelin man.
- I will never again sign up for a 3 hour snowshoeing expedition.
- I will instead enjoy the snow peaked caps from the safety of my hotel gym treadmill.
- Just because breakfast buffets have 50 choices doesn’t mean I have to have all 50 choices.
- Same goes for a dinner buffet.
- Getting a child in and out of a ski suit for bathroom breaks is reason enough not to go skiing.
And one other super important pearl of wisdom? When your husband proudly walks around with an Internet connection glowing in his shirt pocket…
It’s time to go home.
it’s the principle…or is it?
Instead of teaching my siblings and I how to be good people while we were growing up, my dad taught us how to fight everything to death.
According to my dad, you see, everything boils down to the “principle of the matter.” And it’s because of him that I usually freak out if something even remotely violates my principles.
But you know what I realized? I kind of don’t care much about my principles anymore.
So today I paid $11 to park for 45 minutes.
I have no excuse! I mean, I could have arrived at my doctor’s office early and hunted around for parking. I suppose I could have sported the classy Nike’s-and-dress look so that I could have easily trekked a mile to the medical complex. If nothing else, I probably could have gone ballistic on the office staff about the lack of free parking.
But I didn’t because…I didn’t feel like it.
Unlike my dad I'm trying to teach my child useful skills...like how to be FEARLESS.
Getting older sucks, right? You get gray hair, everything you eat starts giving you a stomach ache, and if you are anything like me you have to squint to see 2 feet in front of you. But the older you get the less $11 really matters to you. So maybe, just maybe, getting older isn’t as bad as everyone makes it out to be?
Or maybe I’m trying to justify the $11 I just shelled out?
While I'm not going to win Mother/Wife of the Year Award anytime soon, I haven't killed anyone yet or shot myself in the head. And that, my friends, is how I calculate success these days. 
FANCY THAT FANCY THIS 
