Darn you Ke$ha!

I was mortified yesterday, listening to Zoë sing one of her favorite songs. I immediately decided that the Kidz Bop CD’s really aren’t that bad. We will be a Kidz Bop family for our music, for a while. Here are the lyrics that set my teeth on edge, sung perfectly by my 6 year old:


“There’s a place I know, if you’re looking for a show, where they go hardcore and there’s glitter on the floor.”

I am still horrified! I had no idea she knew the words (she knows them ALL) and thankfully she has no idea what she is singing about. The look on Dan’s face still haunts me, and I got the lecture. I know, I know, I need to turn off the radio in the car. Believe me, I will now. I’m going to have to start keeping my iPod in the car, with some innocent tunes on it, along with a couple of those dreaded Kidz Bop CD’s. At least Zoë has the entire collection, thanks Shelby! (We’re up to 18 of them now, I think.)

So, for now, Ke$ha is at the top of the banned list around Zoë. I guess I can’t dislike Justin Bieber too much, he still makes me cringe, but at least Zoë can sing his songs. I’d rather hear her sing the lyrics to “Baby Baby” over choking on my drink when she sings “brushing my teeth with a bottle of Jack”. I’ve created a “Zoë” playlist on my iPod with some of her “safe” favorites. During future car rides, we will rocking out to Miranda Cosgrove, Selena Gomez, Vanessa Hudgens, and old-school Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus. I guess it could be a lot worse!

The Wedding Time Capsule

I have to admit that 10 years ago, when I suggested putting together a wedding time capsule, both Dan and I thought it was kind of cheesy, but we did it anyway.  I’m so glad we did!  We couldn’t remember anything we’d put in there.  I vaguely remembered writing letters to each other, but that is about it.  10 years is a long time to remember details!  I’m surprised we were able to keep up with it.  It has moved to different homes over the years, but it was right there in storage when I went to find it.  We would see it occasionally when we were cleaning up or organizing the storage area.  It was weird to see the lid that said “Do not open until October 28, 2010”.  We’d laugh, but wow, it’s finally here!  I still can't believe it has been 10 years!

We all gathered around the time capsule that evening.  Zoë was excited too.  When we put this thing together, she wasn’t even a thought!  It was great!  Our letters to each other were really sweet.  We even had a letter in there that my Mom wrote to us.  That was a neat surprise.  I don’t even remember asking her to do that.  She wrote that she hoped she and my Dad would be around when we opened it.  Later on that evening, when we Skyped for Zoë to talk to Grandma, we thanked her for the letter. 

We included a calendar from that year.  It was neat to see all the activities we were involved in and all the things we did together.  Lots of pictures!  We had photos of our first home, Dan’s townhouse.  Amos was in a lot of pictures, he was a cute puppy.  We had pictures from our wedding, ticket stubs, etc. from our Honeymoon at Walt Disney World.  Since the time capsule was to represent the first year of marriage, we even had the newspaper from September 11, 2001.  That was really emotional to see and read.  We were able to show Zoë and talk to her about it a little.  It’s still strange to think that she will never get to see the “Twin Towers”. 

I think we are going to refill the time capsule, and seal it to keep for another 10 years. We’ve survived 10 years of marriage we should be able to make it 10 more! That would be really interesting. I would be 50 when we opened it and Zoë would be 16! Yikes! I don’t even want to think about it.

Well, here’s to 10 more years of marriage!  

Mascot respect!

I know this is strange, but for a long time I’ve always wanted to be a mascot. (It’s on my list, along with being a cheerleader! Yeah, yeah, I know it’s lame.) LOL! I love mascots, they always look like they are having so much fun. What an awesome job to have! Making people laugh, giving high-fives and hugs, posing for pictures. Best of all, no talking and no one knows who you are! So, when Zoë’s school PTA asked for volunteers to parade around as the fundraiser mascot, I decided to step out of my comfort zone again. (I hope this outside of the comfort zone thing doesn’t become a habit.)

I did a stint as a mascot in college for a bit. But, it wasn’t one of the furry costumes, with the large head. No anonymity. It was still fun, but not as fun as totally being anonymous. I still felt self-conscious. In high-school I worked a couple of summers at Kings Dominion. I worked on one of the rides, but always wanted to be one of the characters. I would get close to applying and would talk myself out of it. Plus, those were some hot summers, so I could only imagine the condition of those costumes. LOL! The application process also required a “try out”, and I was really shy back then.

 

So, this morning, I donned the bear costume, complete with giant head, and headed out to the school carpool line. If you overlook being extremely hot, it was a lot of fun. The kids were great! Tons of hugs, high-fives, fist bumps & waves. I even got to pose for a picture with one little girl. I think I made a lot of people smile today, even some of the teachers. LOL! I skipped around, danced, twirled and opened doors. The tough part for me was keeping my mouth shut. (Let’s just say Zoë comes by her chattiness naturally.) When I saw people I knew, I wanted to talk so bad I could hardly stand it! After hanging out at the drop off, I headed to the student news room to be on the morning news. I’m sure Zoë got a kick out of telling her classmates her mom was the bear. LOL!

 

I don’t know if I’ll do it again, maybe. The only thing that would really stop me would be the blazing heat felt in that thing. (When I was told to dress lightly, that was an understatement!) Something tells me the PTA didn’t get a lot of takers for this volunteer opportunity, so I’ll probably get asked again. LOL! And, I’ll probably say yes. LOL!

Things I learned at the loading dock

Our office move is officially complete. It was a giant pain in the butt and looking back, I realize I spent quite a bit of time hanging out at the loading dock for the new building. More than I care to repeat. In fact, if I never see (or smell) the loading dock again, it would be too soon.

But, I had a lot of time to make some observations about the working man. I have the double whammy of working in a male dominated field, in an office that is also dominated by males. (Lucky me.)

Here’s what I learned:

Chivalry really isn’t dead. Who knew? I work for a commercial real estate firm. These guys don’t like to get their hands dirty and think the world should bow and cater to them. How shocked was I when the loading dock guys, did things like hold the elevator, hold a door, help me carry items without me having to beg and plead. It was like another dimension, bizarro world! I almost didn’t know how to act!

Cussing is just talking. I’m sure I learned a few new words, but things were said with such frequency and emotion you almost didn’t notice. The cussing just flowed.

Cuss words are guy terms of endearment. (What up bleep face!)

A smile goes a long way. I can smile all day long at the office and co-workers would just ask if I was OK. Smiling at the loading dock gets rock star treatment.

One service elevator can hold a crap load of people and heavy equipment.

Patience truly is a virtue. (Especially when there are only two service elevators for a building with 48 floors.)

The crowded service elevator in the morning smells a whole lot better than the crowded 5:00 PM one.

Thick skin and a sense of humor are a must! These guys got a huge kick out of my pink Vera Bradley backpack, matching lanyard and pink phone. They cracked themselves up yelling “hey Paul, you got a purse just like that don’t you”.

These guys have mad skills! Much respect to the loading dock guys!