Growing Up and Growing Older is Not the Same

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I don’t write much about The Dude here. At least not specifically. He resides somewhere in the periphery of this website because REASONS but I promise he really does reside where all the stuff happens in real life. I just felt like I needed to say that before moving on.

(Most of you know us in real life, so I feel like I’m stating the obvious. Just go with it for storytelling purposes.)

My point of bringing him up now after saying that I don’t really bring him up here is because he’s been on my mind a lot more than usual. We celebrated him being born last week and then this week he had some pretty big deal happenings at the place he goes to every day during the hours of 8-ish and 5-ish. I’m, obviously, really glad he was born and I’m really damn proud of all that he does for our family and how hard he works in everything that he does.

There are a bunch of other feelings that go along with all that but I don’t even know how to put it into words. Or even if I should put it into words. I guess when you spend most of your adult life wondering if you’ll ever start living instead of surviving, it’s hard to imagine anything different. He’s done so much to make so much happen and, yeah…I’m really proud of him. And us.

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I’ve been trying to write a post for another site for the past three days and the words have been completely stuck. It’s not a hard topic, but I feel like every time I get going, I sound like an absolute idiot who doesn’t know what she’s talking about. It’s kinda like when you need to be the parent and sound like a grown-up at the kids’ school or whatever and you totally laugh because, duh…who said we were grown-ups?! As if.

Capable looking ensembles only go so far at making you look like you’re a responsible grown-up.

I don’t know why all these Clueless references showed up in this post, but I’m pretty sure it proves that I’m super NOT a qualified grown up for making college decisions and writing posts that seem important. I mean, I’m the one that left their coffee mug AND lunch bag on top of the car this morning after getting to work.

But I do drive on the right side of the road, even in platforms* so there’s that.

 

 

*Just kidding. I don’t wear platforms. Except for that one time at a pole-dancing class and that’s just gonna have to be a story for another day. (But yes, I was a spectacular idiot there, too.)

 

 

Hearts with a Side of Sarcasm

Not long ago, I bought a slate heart to hang on the wall. I had no plans on doing so, but sometimes you go to JoAnne’s for very specific heart shaped supplies and then you soon realize that it’s the day after Valentine’s Day and you’re an idiot.

So a heart-shaped slab of slate it is.

I thought of all the bad words I could write on it.

But before any questionable language could be written with the (not at all cheap) chalk pens, it served its purpose for our Disney game night. Our Villaintines Party, if you will.

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But after Valentine’s/Villaintine’s Day weekend, all bets were off.

Then, it became something else entirely.

Pitch Perfect quote

 

I’ve raised my children the way I was raised: we speak movie quotes fluently. And so the great movie quote heart of sarcasm, wit and, sometimes, inspiration came to be.

Sometimes it was all three.

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Please tell me you’ve seen Stick It

I’d like to think that we all pay attention to these in some way or another. I’d like to think the we all get the subtle hint of: You can do this. Don’t give up. With a heavy dose of twin-eating sarcasm, of course.

Okay, but mostly the not giving up part and that they’re totally badass part:

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I guess I just hope that they see the quotes and they know that I’m paying attention. Being a kid/teenager/person is hard.

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These kids of mine do a bang up job of it. They almost make it look easy.

I need to remember to tell them that I know that it isn’t and how proud of them I am.

Maybe I’ll say it in movie quotes on the heart.

 

 

February Made Me Shiver *not really…it’s just a line from a song

I took a couple days off journaling and posting. If I’m being honest it’s because I was avoiding all the feelings that sometimes come with writing. I’m not quite ready for all that but when I was gathering up some of my favorite January moments on Cap City Moms, I realized I had quite a few to mention over here.

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January was good. Some tough moments (dental jury drama), but good. It flew by and I can’t believe it’s already Groundhog Day. But here we are with six more weeks of winter. You know, if winter had actually shown up in these parts.

I’m kinda proud for me (mostly) sticking to a “post every weekday” schedule. Having a functional website totally helped. (Thanks again, Husband!!!) Yes, I missed (or skipped) a few days but I’m not holding my feet to the fire for all that. I set out to remember this year and I’m doing just that.

Although, I started writing this post two days ago and yet here we are. Just now posting. Apparently I can’t be a responsible adult this week. Or any week.

I should hit publish before I get distracted. Clearly I’m winning life right now.

Still Waiting for the Tooth Fairy

I am so tired of only being able to chew on one side of my mouth.

I’m also tired of being the dental patient that defies normal practices.

Not on purpose, obviously. But if a procedure is supposed to take 20-30 minutes, you can be sure the same procedure will take 45 minutes to an hour with me. Or if it’s very unlikely for someone to have more than 3-4 roots per tooth, I will have FIVE. (And they will be impacted. Freakishly long roots! Kinda like the freakishly long legs I’ve been known to have!)

Long story, short: stupid and dumb tooth turns into a (complicated) root canal turns into a stupid and dumb broken tooth turns into broken tooth with stupid and dumb infection…stupid and dumb tooth must come out.

Fast forward to the Monday before Christmas and the extraction of stupid and dumb tooth.

It was pretty awful.

Let’s just say that I had to remind myself that I WASN’T Sydney Bristow on the first season of Alias when she is being tortured by losing teeth.

Thank goodness I had a couple weeks off for Christmas because it took me that long to even feel better. It was pretty brutal.

Which, to be honest, is kinda how I’m feeling today. Which sucks so freaking bad, you guys.

Today was phase two of Torture Jill with Dental Work. AKA: bone and tissue grafts and way more stitches and swelling than I was expecting this time around. Because I’m a ginormous, oblivious idiot.

Sigh.

I’m pretty cranky about all of it. And, yeah…it’s pretty swollen and painful.

Just in time for my jury duty gig to continue on Wednesday.

Wait, what was I saying about torture?