The five people living under my roof all seem to have different tastes. We can only agree on Pizza. I am becoming increasingly frustrated at the lack of variety in everyone's diet. I have tried to expose the rest of them to foods I enjoy, only to be rebuffed. I am so close to giving up and just eating what I want without them.
...because it's football season. I have to admit I still can't adjust to it being 100 degrees and football on the TV. (And don't get me started about hockey!) And the times they start here in the west! Monday night football should be watched while at the bar! Not before happy hour starts. I just don't know if I'll ever have these "western ways"
Have you ever wondered what other jobs/careers you would have liked to explore if you chose a different path? I've come up with a few, along with the pro and some cons of why.
Chef- I love food. Truly I do (see all my other posts regarding my battle of the scale as proof). I *can* cook, I'm just not very good at it. Baking is more up my alley, but I"m not creative in the decorating aspect of it. I think it's just so sexy being able to create great looking and tasting food.
Fashion Designer- Call it too much Project Runway, but I love seeing them create their fashion pieces. The fabrics, the designing and construction just fascinates me. On a plus side, I can follow a pattern and sew. Again I lack the creativity.
Author- I can come up with great stories in my head, but put me in front of my Word program and I'm a babbling idiot (see all my other posts as further proof). Maybe I should consider screenwriting? By the looks of some recent movies, I can do better than those Hollywood writers.
How about all of you??
Since it is ridiculously hot this summer, I think some of my brain cells have been fried. All three kids had soccer today. Yep, new field, lots of people, hot day. What do I forget? An umbrella and suncreen. Why in the world would I need that, it's only going to be 108 today! Well, at least I remembered a chair and drinks. Which brings me to our 5pm baseball game. I take the chairs out of the car to put the baseball gear in. No big deal, there are bleachers there. Well, silly me forgets how hot metal bleachers get while sitting in the blistering sun all day. Forget the sunscreen (at least I'm consistent) and bug spray. Great, let's see what I get first, sun poisoning or West Nile.
This is a warning, if you don't want to read my ranting, just move onto another blog. This is gonna be a doozy!
For the first time, all three of my children are playing soccer. In itself, this is a challenge, since there are only 2 of us parents (I know, how unique of us). Eventually, (more specifically Saturday), one will be left alone because of scheduling conflicts. It will always be my oldest, who is 9 1/2 and has a good friend also on the team. I can assure you the 4 year old is not allowed to be left alone for any practice or game. The 7 year old can be left for short periods, since I also know 2 other parents from that team.
This leads to my very big rant. Yesterday was the 4 year olds first practice. When I get there I recognize a parent, and her child rings a serious "oh no" bell with me. This could be disaster, but hey maybe the kid has changed in the past year, you never know. Well, I couldn't have such luck. His mom goes off to the playground with her younger child, leaving the 4 year old handful at the practice. No one ever told this child the game is soccer and not tackle football. The boy is picking on my poor little, and I mean tiny girl. She starts to cry. Mom isn't anywhere. Finally she does come back and asks me what's wrong. I relay the story as I saw it, and she just shrugs it off! Now I'm left with a crying kid who claims her soccer season is over because the kid "kept hurting me". *Sigh*
Yesterday was the "unofficial" start of fall. When the rest of the civilized country returns to school (unlike AZ who insists the end of July is a perfect time to return and run up their a/c bills). The stores are full of deep hued long sleeved sweaters and cords. It's 103 outside. I can't imagine trying on those cute fall blazers or wearing anything but flip flops. C'mon retailers, regionalize already. I can't dream about the new fall fashions for another 2 months. By that time the parkas and gloves will be dominating the landscape. Someone needs to tell the CEO and merchandisers of the world, AZ needs summer clothes readily available from April to October!
