Naps

I do believe that naps are wasted on the young. Since I have been not working, I've discovered that I love naps. Naps rule. I find myself getting tired about the same time every day and laying down for about an hour. However, I feel like such a slacker when I wake up. I mean come on, I'm not 70 yrs old for heavens sake, so falling asleep in a chair seems a bit ridiculous. So the question is, how do you reconcile the want to sleep with the guilt of sleep? I just need to get back to a regular sleeping schedule, stop staying up late, stop sleeping in and start sleeping like I work.

That doesn't sound fun at all.

Damn you Pixar

So after dinner tonight, Paul and I take the kids to see Toy Story 3-the non 3D version. Why the non 3D version? I'll give you that answer my friend next Saturday along with Mr Vernon's answer about Barry Manilow. Anyway- As we watching the movie, which was very good, I got sadder and sadder. Depression came over me like a large blanket and all I wanted to do was dive head first into my box of goobers. Holy shit, Andy is going to college. ANDY IS GOING TO COLLEGE!?!

Ok ok, let me explain. My son Hayden was 2, not quite 3 when the first movie came out. Andy, the main character, was 6. Are ya doing the math yet?? Pixar did mess up a bit and didn't quite age Andy exactly as they should have but Andy is 17. Hayden is 16. I sat there in the dark theatre and realized Hayd didn't have any of his toys left. They are all gone. All donated, thrown away or given to new families. Hayden (who looked creepily like Andy and could Molly the younger sister look any more like my Libbey? I've decided Pixar is stalking my family) has also moved on and is in his last two years of school before going off to college. I always kind of looked forward to them going to college, being independent, having some freedom, but I don't think I had truly wrapped my brain around it. Wow. Andy is going to college and it makes me really sad.

And on another note (Warning: Spoiler) why the hell didn't they have that little girl at the end be the new owner of Bo Peep? I mean how sad was Woody when he talked about her in the beginning? It would have been nice for her to have popped up in the new house. Bummed me out.

Poor Woody. Poor Andy's Mom. Poor Hayden's Mom. We'll all be sad together I guess.

The lost years

Clover and I went to see my friend Kryztof's band play last night in a small venue downtown. Clover, for those of you who don't know, is one of my dearest friends who I spend a lot of time with. You may hear about her often. Maybe I should ask her if that is ok. :-/ Anyway as we are listening to the band, who is fantastic, we were also people watching. People watching is one of our favorite past times. She made a comment something to the effect of "I hate Twentysomethings". I laughed being as I've said that exact same thing numerous times myself, and asked her why. The long and short of her explanation was something I've been complaining about quite a bit over the last few years. They are clueless.

There is something about the people between the ages of 20-25 right now that irritates me. They seem lost, confused, non focused, completely dependent on their parents, have no drive, and then are also arrogant on top of it all. Arrogant! How the hell can you be so lost and arrogant at the same time. However I can't decide if my issue with them is the fact that they all seem to have this obnoxious sense of entitlement and mooch off their parents or if my issue is that I'm getting to old to understand them. Maybe a mix of both? I don't want to be that person who says "those damn kids" but I find myself thinking it more and more often. Teenagers don't bother me. I get teenagers. They are hormone filled rebels who are just trying to figure out who they are. It is only when someone is out of high school and should be looking toward the working for their future and instead are looking at the world and ask for their future on a silver platter that I get irritated.

So as a culture, we look at these child-like adults and market our whole world around them. And yet these same people are sucking the life out of their parents and the rest of us by being sloths.

I've decided it should be mandatory for all people to do 2 years of manual labor prior to going to college. Then lets see how many decide that school is "just to hard".

The Flippant Perfectionist

For those of you who know me, the title of my blog fits me perfectly. For those of you who don't, you'll figure it out. I'm a perfectionist on some things, outrageously casual about others. I'm a person with many opinions who is open minded enough to listen to yours. A married mother of two teenagers who loves her family more than life itself and yet feels I can be a better parent by getting away from them every once in a while. My interests are wide and varied. Here's to hoping you care enough to read about them.

However, the main point of my blog will be something I've been slightly afraid of for a long time. In one month and one day I'll be 38 years old. 38. Two years from 40. 24 months before "The Big One". 104 weeks of an emotional rollercoaster that I'll ride right into middle age. I get heavy in the chest and bile in the back of my throat just thinking about it. Who ever said that 40 is the new 30 lied.