Papering. TPing. Putting toilet paper in trees in someones front yard.
Not sure how this idea originated. I'm sure it was in the South. I'm sure it was bored teenagers......
One of the moms down the street gets so mad when her house gets "tp'ed". I did ask her once "why?". "It messes my house up. It looks horrible" was her reply.
When I see the paper flowing in the wind in someones yard? I smile. It makes me happy. There are kids out there being kids. Doing the things they are supposed to be doing. They aren't destroying property. They aren't out there drinking, doing drugs or being destructive. They are out there putting toilet paper in trees and bushes. It makes me smile.
Last year, my 8th grader was finishing up at the school he had been at since first grade. Our house was "tp-ed" 4 times in one week. Every single time, when I woke up, I smiled. The neighbors thought it was funny too.
I'm the mom whom buys the extra cheap toilet paper when there are sleep overs. There is a dad in the hood, whom will actually drive the boys around. I go to sleep. "I don't know what they are doing". "Last I checked they were downstairs." Yes, the next morning, there is a little less toilet paper in the house. Hmmmmm.
Society doesn't want kids playing video games all the time, yet they don't want them out playing either. Moderation is the best thing.
Now Duncan has outgrown the "papering" stage. So this year on Halloween, they re-arranged all the election signs in people yards. My first thought "could you imagine the look on my Papo's face if he had woken up and seen an Obama sign in his yard!!" Yet, I still would have smiled.
Yes, it is a waste of paper. Yes, technically, it's littering. For me though, papering provides smiles.
And at my house, the girls know, they get Popsicles if I "catch" them....
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Keys
I have one key on my key ring. It's a car key and the remote to open the car.
House keys? Don't have any. The house is kept locked up. I just enter through the garage. In the car or there is a remote pad, if I'm not in my car. There is a hide a key in case the remote isn't working. Although, I've never had to use the hide a key. Not sure I still know where it is hidden.
Office keys? Nope. I work from home. Or a hotel room. Or someone else's house. No keys to anything but my car.
Two years ago, when we were getting ready for our first visit to Hawaii, I pulled out the house keys (that were in the kitchen drawer) for the people staying at our house. Maybe they would like to actually use the front door. The boys response, "We have keys to the house?". They enter from the garage too.
The company I owned - I had keys then. I had an office. It was a warehouse building. I sold the company six years ago. For the last six years, I've just one key.
That all changed on Friday. My "part-time" job - we are moving into a warehouse. I found the warehouse. It's been remodeled. I have three keys - one to my office. One to the warehouse. One to the owners office. My key ring now has four keys on it. My key ring "jingles".
I asked the owner if this was "getting serious" - he smiled. You are giving me a key - that's asking a lot of a girl. Sounds like a commitment to me.
The jingle actually makes me smile. And I just finished a book called "The Peach Keeper" - I finished it yesterday too. There is a quote from it "You know that old superstition, don't you, the one that says when you hear a bell ring, good fortune is pouring down? It means you should cup your hands out and catch it".
In my mind, my keys count as a "ring". My hands are out.
House keys? Don't have any. The house is kept locked up. I just enter through the garage. In the car or there is a remote pad, if I'm not in my car. There is a hide a key in case the remote isn't working. Although, I've never had to use the hide a key. Not sure I still know where it is hidden.
Office keys? Nope. I work from home. Or a hotel room. Or someone else's house. No keys to anything but my car.
Two years ago, when we were getting ready for our first visit to Hawaii, I pulled out the house keys (that were in the kitchen drawer) for the people staying at our house. Maybe they would like to actually use the front door. The boys response, "We have keys to the house?". They enter from the garage too.
The company I owned - I had keys then. I had an office. It was a warehouse building. I sold the company six years ago. For the last six years, I've just one key.
That all changed on Friday. My "part-time" job - we are moving into a warehouse. I found the warehouse. It's been remodeled. I have three keys - one to my office. One to the warehouse. One to the owners office. My key ring now has four keys on it. My key ring "jingles".
I asked the owner if this was "getting serious" - he smiled. You are giving me a key - that's asking a lot of a girl. Sounds like a commitment to me.
The jingle actually makes me smile. And I just finished a book called "The Peach Keeper" - I finished it yesterday too. There is a quote from it "You know that old superstition, don't you, the one that says when you hear a bell ring, good fortune is pouring down? It means you should cup your hands out and catch it".
In my mind, my keys count as a "ring". My hands are out.
Monday, March 25, 2013
How are you?
Good. You?
Good. Thanks for asking.
When really what you want to say:
How are you?
"Not good.
Barely holding it all together. My grandfather died two months ago. My best friends mom has not been given long to live. I was told good-bye from a wonderful person. While it was sweet. Heartfelt. Wonderful. It sucks. It was one of the best moments of my life. Yet, so sad. We are lucky when we have the opportunity to say all the things we need to say to the person we need to say them too.
People drive me crazy! They don't do what they say they will. They don't really want to hurt any one's feelings. They say things to make everyone feel better.
There is no food in my house. Money is tight. I don't have time to go to the store. Can someone just do that for me?
I'm in love with a guy whom will never be strong enough to follow me, but I have his heart. Just not him in my life - and it stinks.
And everyday, I feel like I'm barely holding it together. But truly, I know I'm the luckiest person in the world. It will be better tomorrow/"
"Thanks for asking."
But today, I will tell you, "I'm fine." Because, really, I am.
Good. Thanks for asking.
When really what you want to say:
How are you?
"Not good.
Barely holding it all together. My grandfather died two months ago. My best friends mom has not been given long to live. I was told good-bye from a wonderful person. While it was sweet. Heartfelt. Wonderful. It sucks. It was one of the best moments of my life. Yet, so sad. We are lucky when we have the opportunity to say all the things we need to say to the person we need to say them too.
People drive me crazy! They don't do what they say they will. They don't really want to hurt any one's feelings. They say things to make everyone feel better.
There is no food in my house. Money is tight. I don't have time to go to the store. Can someone just do that for me?
I'm in love with a guy whom will never be strong enough to follow me, but I have his heart. Just not him in my life - and it stinks.
And everyday, I feel like I'm barely holding it together. But truly, I know I'm the luckiest person in the world. It will be better tomorrow/"
"Thanks for asking."
But today, I will tell you, "I'm fine." Because, really, I am.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
The Newspaper
Remember the thing that was delivered to your front door every morning your entire life?
Here's a riddle for you:
What's black, white and red all over?
The newspaper.
Of course, it's "read" all over, but when you tell the riddle, you don't know that.
I don't ever remember not reading the newspaper. I was fascinated. Every inch of the paper. My favorite section: The Op/Ed. Opinion/Editorial. This is the section of the paper that is supposed to be biased. Supposedly, the rest of the paper is there to deliver facts. Second? The business section. Then Social/Living. (Dear Abby). Comics.
A certain order to reading my paper. Although, Op/Ed is the best. I save it for last. I start with the funnies. Then the business section. Then Living. Everything else in between. The Op/Ed last.
Every single column. Reading in their entirety. Completely fascinated by the way people think. Proud we live in a country where we can say what we want - and not be killed for thinking the way we think. I might not agree with you. What I support is that you are free to say you DON'T support something. There are LOTS of angry people out there.
Maybe I'm a bit more of a romantic than I confess. The newspaper and the post office. A woman from a different time.
I'm evolving though. Two years ago, when we switched houses for the first time - the people there subscribed to the newspaper. So, did I. We were both so excited we all still received the paper delivered.
Day One, I read the newspaper. Day Three? I remembered it was at the end of the drive and I went to get it. Day 5, I received an e-mail from the people living in my house. "We put the paper on hold until you get back". Funny, I'm doing that today too.
I put their newspaper on hold. I never renewed my subscription. A habit was broken just like that. Yes, we missed it. For a bit. The boys used to argue over the sports section. Once we got home, we did receive it for a bit. It didn't last long. We never renewed our subscription.
Occasionally, I buy the Sunday paper. Love the leisurely reading. Love looking through it. Enjoying the paper. Clipping coupons. The paper. Love it all.
This week, for the first time in bit, I bought a Sunday paper. Read still in my same order.
The coupons and the Op/Ed set aside to saviour the moment - read at the end of the day. To wrap up a Sunday evening with relaxation and provoking thought. On Tuesday, I threw the coupons and Op/Ed away. Without opening. For the first time ever.
Guess I won't be buying the paper again.
Here's a riddle for you:
What's black, white and red all over?
The newspaper.
Of course, it's "read" all over, but when you tell the riddle, you don't know that.
I don't ever remember not reading the newspaper. I was fascinated. Every inch of the paper. My favorite section: The Op/Ed. Opinion/Editorial. This is the section of the paper that is supposed to be biased. Supposedly, the rest of the paper is there to deliver facts. Second? The business section. Then Social/Living. (Dear Abby). Comics.
A certain order to reading my paper. Although, Op/Ed is the best. I save it for last. I start with the funnies. Then the business section. Then Living. Everything else in between. The Op/Ed last.
Every single column. Reading in their entirety. Completely fascinated by the way people think. Proud we live in a country where we can say what we want - and not be killed for thinking the way we think. I might not agree with you. What I support is that you are free to say you DON'T support something. There are LOTS of angry people out there.
Maybe I'm a bit more of a romantic than I confess. The newspaper and the post office. A woman from a different time.
I'm evolving though. Two years ago, when we switched houses for the first time - the people there subscribed to the newspaper. So, did I. We were both so excited we all still received the paper delivered.
Day One, I read the newspaper. Day Three? I remembered it was at the end of the drive and I went to get it. Day 5, I received an e-mail from the people living in my house. "We put the paper on hold until you get back". Funny, I'm doing that today too.
I put their newspaper on hold. I never renewed my subscription. A habit was broken just like that. Yes, we missed it. For a bit. The boys used to argue over the sports section. Once we got home, we did receive it for a bit. It didn't last long. We never renewed our subscription.
Occasionally, I buy the Sunday paper. Love the leisurely reading. Love looking through it. Enjoying the paper. Clipping coupons. The paper. Love it all.
This week, for the first time in bit, I bought a Sunday paper. Read still in my same order.
The coupons and the Op/Ed set aside to saviour the moment - read at the end of the day. To wrap up a Sunday evening with relaxation and provoking thought. On Tuesday, I threw the coupons and Op/Ed away. Without opening. For the first time ever.
Guess I won't be buying the paper again.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Cheating
There are different levels of goodness. Good deeds. Random acts of Kindness. Saying thank you. Sending out happy thoughts.
There are different levels of badness. Lying. Murder. Stealing. Cheating.
Are there different degrees within each? Maybe it's just a "little white lie". A lie to spare someone's feelings. A thank you that you don't really mean, but you say it anyway.
The boys and I got into this discussion about cheating and lying. We all know both are wrong. It's brutally honest around here. Almost to a fault. The truth is spoken in this house. This could be a conversation: "Will you tell her, you just want some time with your boys, without anyone else around?". "No". "You tell her, you don't want her to go". The truth will also set you free.
BUT, what about the little cheats?
What really started this conversation?
I have a heated "protection pad" on my bed in the winter. I "turn the bed on" while I'm getting ready for bed. They bed is nice and toasty when I get in. I sleep with the window open year round, but like lots of covers and warmth when I get into bed. It's turned off when I get in - otherwise, I would get too hot. The boys tell me, I'm cheating!! You are supposed to get in a cold bed. It will warm up, I just have to wait a couple of moments. Of course, in the winter, we all have down comforters, plus regular comforters on the beds (I tend to keep the house a little cool). Am I cheating, or just making my self a little more comfortable before I deserve it?
In my brightly colored world, there isn't much grey. It's more like light blue.....
There are different levels of badness. Lying. Murder. Stealing. Cheating.
Are there different degrees within each? Maybe it's just a "little white lie". A lie to spare someone's feelings. A thank you that you don't really mean, but you say it anyway.
The boys and I got into this discussion about cheating and lying. We all know both are wrong. It's brutally honest around here. Almost to a fault. The truth is spoken in this house. This could be a conversation: "Will you tell her, you just want some time with your boys, without anyone else around?". "No". "You tell her, you don't want her to go". The truth will also set you free.
BUT, what about the little cheats?
- The letting your son whom won't finish his drivers' ed class, drive around the neighborhood with you in the car.
- Being late to school, well, cause sometimes you just need to be late. Do we always need a reason? Can't we just say, "I needed a few extra minutes to myself this morning?" Yet your mom will tell the school you had an appointment. - I guess that goes in the lie department.
- Someone giving you the wrong change back, but you buy someone else a surprise with the extra money?
- Pretending you really didn't eat that extra handful of chips.
- Seeing an old friend for lunch. Knowing that his wife wouldn't approve, but it's just lunch. Is that cheating?
What really started this conversation?
I have a heated "protection pad" on my bed in the winter. I "turn the bed on" while I'm getting ready for bed. They bed is nice and toasty when I get in. I sleep with the window open year round, but like lots of covers and warmth when I get into bed. It's turned off when I get in - otherwise, I would get too hot. The boys tell me, I'm cheating!! You are supposed to get in a cold bed. It will warm up, I just have to wait a couple of moments. Of course, in the winter, we all have down comforters, plus regular comforters on the beds (I tend to keep the house a little cool). Am I cheating, or just making my self a little more comfortable before I deserve it?
In my brightly colored world, there isn't much grey. It's more like light blue.....
Friday, March 15, 2013
Sunshine
We are now on Daylight Savings Time. While the mornings have been a little rough this weekend, we have converted to the evenings easily.
A conversation at my house this week:
Me: Nolan, please unload the dishwasher.
Him: The sun is still out, can I do it when it is dark? After the sun goes down?
Me: Of course.
Him: I have to go be outside. The sun is out.
Me: The dishwasher still has to be unloaded before we go to hockey.
Him: Of course. When the sun goes down, I'll come inside.
Him: Just remember, I'm your son....
How can a mom argue with that?????
A conversation at my house this week:
Me: Nolan, please unload the dishwasher.
Him: The sun is still out, can I do it when it is dark? After the sun goes down?
Me: Of course.
Him: I have to go be outside. The sun is out.
Me: The dishwasher still has to be unloaded before we go to hockey.
Him: Of course. When the sun goes down, I'll come inside.
Him: Just remember, I'm your son....
How can a mom argue with that?????
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Love
Love isn't always romance. You love your relatives, friends, pets. You love doing things. Love also means romance.
Sometimes love though doesn't sound like love, but it's love even more.
Our neighbor in Hawaii has sold his house. (The house we stayed in last summer). He's moving back to the mainland. Sedona for now. We will see where he ends up. He keeps saying Florida. This move has caused quite the panic in Duncan. My romantic, dreamer child. "What about the white pineapple I planted?" "Can he move it next door?"
I call Joe. He doesn't answer, so I leave a rambling message asking all the questions. Now remember, Joe is ornery, and that is how he shows his love. He loves us in a way words can't explain. His actions can explain it. I mean, how many people give you their house in Hawaii for a summer?
His return phone call answers:
I know it's hard to really see how funny his reply is because we know, how much love there really is, this is just how he shows it.
While in California a few weeks ago I was with a dear friend. We've been friends for over 20 years now. I was so crazy for him many years ago. So glad we have the friendship we do. Duncan ADORES him - in that man-crush kind of way. He loves my boys too. He's the crazy Uncle that everyone needs.
We were sitting on the couch, in between the eight hockey games we attended that weekend watching a movie. All of a sudden, I jerked around really fast. He says, "what's wrong". I said, "I was about to sneeze and I was going to sneeze all over you.". He replied, "Oh, you could have sneezed on me - I clean up." I laughed and replied, "Now, that's true love". "Yes" he replied, "it is".
Not an ounce of romance in these two stories. Just lots of love......
Sometimes love though doesn't sound like love, but it's love even more.
Our neighbor in Hawaii has sold his house. (The house we stayed in last summer). He's moving back to the mainland. Sedona for now. We will see where he ends up. He keeps saying Florida. This move has caused quite the panic in Duncan. My romantic, dreamer child. "What about the white pineapple I planted?" "Can he move it next door?"
What about our boogie boards?
What about the snorkel equipment?
We won't have a dog to take to the beach!
What will I do without Joe to give me a hard time!
Now that he will be in the mainland, will he come visit us?
I call Joe. He doesn't answer, so I leave a rambling message asking all the questions. Now remember, Joe is ornery, and that is how he shows his love. He loves us in a way words can't explain. His actions can explain it. I mean, how many people give you their house in Hawaii for a summer?
His return phone call answers:
You will have to ask the Quinns (the Hawaii house owners) if they mind if the boogie boards are there. (In the meantime, he has already dropped them off for the boys for the summer).
The snorkel equipment was trashed, I threw it away.
Oh, and they only allow residents to be in the Lifeguard training, so I went and blackballed Duncan so he can't compete this summer. That is my parting gift to Duncan.
I can't remember the last question, but the answer is NO. Well, maybe, tell me which airport is closest to fly my plane.....
I know it's hard to really see how funny his reply is because we know, how much love there really is, this is just how he shows it.
While in California a few weeks ago I was with a dear friend. We've been friends for over 20 years now. I was so crazy for him many years ago. So glad we have the friendship we do. Duncan ADORES him - in that man-crush kind of way. He loves my boys too. He's the crazy Uncle that everyone needs.
We were sitting on the couch, in between the eight hockey games we attended that weekend watching a movie. All of a sudden, I jerked around really fast. He says, "what's wrong". I said, "I was about to sneeze and I was going to sneeze all over you.". He replied, "Oh, you could have sneezed on me - I clean up." I laughed and replied, "Now, that's true love". "Yes" he replied, "it is".
Not an ounce of romance in these two stories. Just lots of love......
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