Random musings of Sock Girl
Today was just a whirlwind of rushing here, rushing there, and me nagging shepherding the girls to keep on track. Some days I just feel like my life is a constant string of: “did you do this?” — “did you do that?”– “could you go a little faster?”
And in all that flurry of activity not a single thing blogworthy occurs — or if it does it isn’t noticed — because one is just so focussed on getting it all done to look around, observe and consider.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Today is my birthday. And, while I’m not much of a celebrator of these things any more, I will say that the last year was not necessarily among my finest. There were many lovely moments, of course, but I’m a little relieved to have a fresh page before me.
The day may have started with me being the meanest mommy in the whole world (yes, again), but by the time it is coming to a close included a lovely lunch, flowers, cake, and singing. I think that’s a pretty good sign, don’t you?
Well my taekwondo class was tonight and I get supper prepared, putter around a bit, and finally decide it is time to dress for class. And of course I can not find my uniform anywhere. It’s usual spot was moved to put the Christmas tree up, so I search and search and search. Nothing. Zero.
Now, you may recall that my uniform was a hand-me-down from one of the black belts, and a gift I treasure very much. It was also a bit too big for me. So my makeover splurge money was spent on a piece of clothing that I will wear to sweat in. Not the makeover look I was going for… But it is blindingy white and oooo so crip in its newness… And it fits me.
I am now fighting the urge to cut my own hair. Because a part of me knows that the element of my current look that most needs an overhaul is at the top of my head.
I wonder if a sharpie marker would work for a root touch up….
I was sitting at work yesterday and glanced down at my shoes. There was a large, noticable scuff mark on the toe of one black pump. The other showed wear around the foot. I was reminded of all the job interview tips I had read that warned of being sure to wear clean polished footwear as attire was so important to first impressions. If someone were to interview me based on my footwear today they would either think “dang, that girl needs a job!” or “ewww, with scuff marks like those she is obviously somewhat sketchy!” I picked up my black sharpie marker and coloured in the scuffs. While there are no interviews currently pending, it is probably better safe than sorry.
I am currently feeling the serious need for a makeover, but acknowledge that even if I had the resources this is not the time of year I am likely to indulge on myself. But soooo much needs upgrading… hair, makeup, clothes… head to foot.
So my question is this… if you could treat yourself to one makeover indulgence – like a hair cut, manicure, new shirt, new shoes, new black sharpie (ha!) etc – what one modest treat would bring you the maximum psychological lift?
…because it’s sort of up already….
…or it would be if I didn’t run out of lights…
…and I’m not even joking…
(Rainbow has been asking since Halloween.)
And oddly enough, my tree has been handled roughly enough through the years that now needles fall off, so technically is almost like a real one except without the requirement to water and without the lovely Christmassy scent.
I don’t even thing the trees are up in the mall yet.
If you could just leave me a big box of time and money, that should pretty much cover it.
That is all.
Love,
Sock Girl
I admit to watching Canada’s Worst Driver, because usually there is a good belly laugh in each episode…. there is sometimes a driver I find disturbing, but usually I do get my laugh.
You, however, were nothing to laugh at. Silently you sat and let your partner/passenger call you down, cuss you, berate your driving, and grab the wheel from your hands. You never talked back once. You took his abuse (and yes, that was abuse) without a word, quietly being less and less confident in yourself. You even defended him at one point to the judges, with a “that’s just his way” sort of dismissal. That way is not good, dear. It’s not good at all.
So the host points his behaviour out to him… gives him a CD of his less than shining moments, and an epiphany happens. Suddenly, he realizes how bad he has been, and vows to make amends. And when he uses positive reinforcement and praises how you’re doing, you pass the next challenge wonderfully. He is a changed man.
That brings me to the reason for my letter today, Melissa. I’m worried about you. You see the show lasted an hour… I realize that in real life the occurence of events was probably much much longer, but in tv time he had his epiphany, completely changed his ways, and you became a confident driver graduating from the show in an hour. So I’m finding the reality of the change very hard to accept. I’m guessing some time has passed now since you actually did leave, and I wanted to check on you…. are things still going well? And not in a “that’s just his way” kind of way…. Are they really different and better? I want them to be for you. You deserve them to be for you.
I wish you well.
Sock Girl
Spent all day thinking November 12th was “something” and not really sure what I was missing.
Whatever “it” was, I missed it.
I had sort of hoped that I was going to remember “it”, and “it” would give me something to blog about. Of course, that didn’t happen.
Thursdays are my busiest day of the week… you rush home from work and nag the girls to get homework done, get in their doboks, eat dinner, get their stuff together, then we rush off to their class, then mine. Then when we get home we have to finish up anything that remains to be done for the next day.
So if this was your special day and I’ve forgotten, please forgive my oversight… I hope it was special. And if I was supposed to be somewhere or do something and I didn’t, please forgive that too.
This is just the kind of thing that drives me batty.
Before my brother joined the military, I don’t know that Remembrance Day had the same effect on me as it does now. I mean, I would wear my poppy, recognize the moments of silence, and understand there was a huge sacrifice, and yes, I was grateful, of course. But when my brother was deployed to Afghanistan, veterans had a face… protectors had a face… sacrifice had a face… and it was the face of someone I love dearly. And now, O Canada makes me teary. Our flag makes me teary. And Remembrance Day makes me teary. The hugeness of how much they sacrificed moves me… they left behind families, and communities, and livelihoods to endure the horrors of war, and gave their lives so we can be free. And I am so, so thankful.
To those currently serving, I wish you safety. And I wish you peace.
Today is the 40th anniversary of Sesame Street’s first show. I’m not sure what year we started getting it, but I was in school so could only see it if I was sick or it was a holiday or something. I wanted to take a moment today to recognize the grand achievements of this show and mention how grateful I am that it exists, that muppets exist. Because the world would be a happier and more fun place if people channelled their inner muppet a bit more often.
And I wanted to show you one of my favourite clips… of Kermit and a little girl called Joey counting to 20… because I think it shows why the show was so magic… child and muppet interacting like muppet was human, muppet as teacher/helper, and a dallop of cuteness too. It is a wonderful combination of education and imagination.
How Joey treats her little muppet companion as if he is as real as the kid next door and even attempts to distract him makes me smile every time.
So… I think we need some cookies around here. Shouldn’t any muppetational celebration involve cookies?
Happy Birthday Sesame Street.
