May 02, 2005
Opening his first Birthday present, ever. August, 2001.
There he is, with that stubborn look we know so well. Eleven months old there, we were still getting settled in the house. Bear wanted that box open, and NOW.
They ask if he's got that fiery personality that redheads are known for. Actually, he's pretty laid back. But when he wants something, he's like a Doberman. Don't mess with him if you aren't fully suited up, cup and all.
Today in the car, it was his turn to pick the song:
Me: Look, it's my car. I get a veto.
Him: But I like the Shrek song (Smashmouth's "I'm a Believer")
Me: Not again. What about Will Smith? "Just the Two of Us" or "Wild Wild West"?
Him: No, Mommy. The Shrek song.
Me: No way, Jose. How about some disco? Or Doobie Brothers?
Him: Shrek.
Me: Look, Bear. When I was growing up, they didn't have car seats, or even seat belts in the back seat.
Him: Really?
Me: Yep. And phones had cords, and TV didn't 'pause', and water didn't come out of the refridgerator door. And there were no DVD players in the car - much less CD players.
Him: Why not?
Me: Because they weren't invented yet. But the point here is that this should be fun for me, too and I am tired of Shrek and the Drumline soundtrack. How about John Mellencamp? You like "Jack & Diane".
Him: Fine.
Me: Good.
Him: After Shrek.
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Trolls aside (hey, did you ever have one of those freaky troll dolls?) I must say something here, because I love Paul.
You know, Paul DiMeo from Extreme Home Makeover? That man, wow. I love him like a flower loves the sun. Me and CD, both. This is our one "must-see" program every week.
I know they get free advertising from it. And that it's a business decision. And they, like most every large corporation on the planet, probably abuse their customers and their employees regularly with rigid one-size-doesn't-fit-all rules and profit-driven behavior.
But you know what? I don't care. I love my Kenmore appliances. I take advantage of their 1-year No-interest sale every year. And I LOVE PAUL.
So Sears? This is one customer who is sticking pat.
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I remember that sensation, of knowing it was moments away.
It is overcast today, and I sit at my desk and look out the windows at the mottled sky. I am not in St Louis. I am here, in my pajamas. Watching the sky. Hiding from my email and my thick pages of project documentation.
By day, I plan my life. I make steps to get healthier, leaner, more polished, better trained. I read about how to better parent my son. I make steps towards all those executive responsibilities. I think about a future in local politics.
By night, I loathe it all. What, the world needs one more powerhouse program manager? Ha! I want to be ....actually raising my son - instead of reading about it. I want to be kicking a ball around, teaching him to cook, going for our long walks in the daylight. I want to be writing a book. I am no longer enamored with this work-in-progress we call a house. I am done being Suzy Corporate.
How much time do I really have on this planet? Why is my life upside down... ? Part of me woders if I have the guts to do it. Stick a "for Sale" sign in the front yard and buy a different life. So what, CD isn't going to help make it happen. Can't I just make it happen myself?
It is overcast today. The furious wind of my discontentment is rushing through the shadows. Part of me hopes the weather passes soon.
The other part cries for change.
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