Friday, May 21, 2010

Dear Facebook, I Love iPad

I know I went on and on about wanting and iPad for a while so many of you have probably been expecting a review, but, truth be told, Apple was so slow sending out institutional iPads that I think the "review" ship has sailed. You've probably already read all manner of opinion available on the web from "best thing ever" to "big bag of fail" so I won't bore you with the details. I'll leave it at "It's not perfect but it's plenty awesome."

Instead, I thought I'd take another approach. I have had my new toy for a day and a half and I've been seriously neglecting my favorite social network. I thought it only fair that I take a moment to write Facebook a letter to justify my unexplained absence.

"Dear Facebook,

I'm sorry I've been neglecting you. If you've been listening to rumors, you might have jumped to the conclusion that it is because haven't been respecting my privacy, but that's not true. I really don't mind. You don't share any of the "really" personal stuff and that's what's important. So, ignore what you've heard.

The truth is, I have someone new in my life. His name is iPad. He's really slick and cool. Right now, we're just figuring each other out. I know how to turn him on and what buttons to push but we are still trying some new things.

Honestly, I don't think I'll get bored of him anytime soon. But knowing me, I'll soon be using him to get to you. I'm sorry if this is hard to hear but I never said I wouldn't see other technologies. The two of you are just so different. You are all about the social scene and he just likes to be there for me. I can hold him in away I've never been able to hold you. But you have a lot in common. You are both easy to get along with and fun to be around. I'm sure you'd like him once you get to know him.

I hope this doesn't change things between us. I still love you and you know I'll always come back to you. Before long I'll be sharing my thoughts with you again, but I hope you are okay with sharing me because the new guy isn't going anywhere.

Yours Always,
JT"


P.S.
I must give credit where credit is due. A very talented student recently wrote a humorous letter to one of our systems in the campus newspaper. It was very funny and inspired me to write this one.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Time For Another Mother's Day Post

It's that time of year again. I don't really define myself as a Mommy-Blogger but I'm a Mommy and a Blogger so I feel I would be doing my readers a disservice if I didn't take the time to write a post. I've got a lot on my plate right now so you should all feel exceedingly special that I'm doing this. That's right. Thanks. I can feel the waves of appreciation.

Valentine's Day? Meh. I know he loves me. Supermarket flowers and a card are plenty special. A nice dinner at home and some "grown-up" time and everyone is happy. A bottle or two of champagne couldn't hurt.

Christmas? I love Christmas but for me it's more about giving than receiving. Ask anyone. I'm not full of crap, I swear.

My Birthday? Okay, I admit it. I'm a big kid and I love to celebrate my birthday (even if I'm not so thrilled with the "number" attached anymore). But nobody has to do it for me. It's MY birthday so I'll throw a party, or ask people to go out or whatever. I don't need to be catered to. I just want friends around me.



But Mother's Day? I hold Mother's Day in a high regard. I have two amazing kids who are (mostly) polite, sweet, loving, good sharers and good listeners. (Geez, I said MOSTLY) Plus they are cute as buttons. All that didn't happen by accident! It's some quality mothering, for which, I expect to be appreciated! It's one day. Do it up right.

All we ask is for some appreciation. It doesn't have to be expensive gifts or fancy dinners. Just something thoughtful that says "I know how hard you work to make this family happy and I know you well enough to know this would make you feel special." Not something that says "I passed the gas station on the way home from work and remembered that mother's day was coming up so I got you a lighter and a bag of your favorite chips."

I am not proud to say that my husband and I had an argument about this very topic a week ago. I won't embarrass either of us with the details but it wasn't pretty. Whatever. We worked it out. He understands how important Mother's Day is to me and I understand why he didn't understand that before.

Yesterday he called and asked me for my shoe size. YES! Nearly 19 years together was all it took for him to figure out that you can't go wrong with SHOES!!!

When I got home he said that wanted me to close my eyes so he could try them on me because if they didn't fit he wanted to make sure he could exchange them before Mother's Day. Awww! I did. I felt like Cinderella! They fit and BIG Kudos to him because he bought a size up because he thought they looked small. You should've seen his face. That look on his face is what it's all about! He was so proud that he found something for me that fit and I will like. He was slightly disappointed because he thought I could wear them on vacation and they are definitely not "walking around Disney World" comfortable. However, I'll certainly bring them to wear out to dinner or something.

I didn't peek but if I know anything, I know shoes and I have a pretty good idea of what they look like just from the feel. I can just about guarantee that they are espadrille wedges, open toe with a canvas knot on top and slingback. Just about they only thing I don't know is the color. I'm guessing it's some kind of print. They felt like a print.

He said he got me a matching hat too. Awwwwwwwwwww!

That's all I needed. Something that shows he thought about ME. Oh, that reminds me. There's one more thing I want. TO SLEEP IN! And I mean, for real. Usually sleeping in around here means he gets up with the kids and I sleep until 8:00 before the kids come to wake me up. I want to sleep until I wake up on my own. Whatever time that may be. Then I'll be happy to open my new shoes. After coffee, please!

See how easy to please I am!

Happy Mother's Day, Ladies!
Make 'em feel special, Guys!