Author: Mae @ Rainydayinmay

Desert native who claims the Pacific Northwest at home, while currently residing the Northeast. Lifecoach, Podcaster, PR writer, essay author, imaginary poet and every day dreamer...

A celebratory update…

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Last Thursday I blogged about a special birthday and I received a few sweet comments and quite a few more dear emails about my daughter, your daughters, motherhood, etc… It was so sweet, and touched me so much that I felt like I couldn’t not share how we chose to celebrate! 
1} We had a brunch on our fine china, complete with dangling 21’s, and 21 fresh cut roses. 
2} Dangling 21, like I mentioned…
3} Chw made mushroom and pepperjack omelets, toast and we did a fresh fruit plate. 
4} I made her my first EVER Tiramisu. (It’s her favorite dessert) 
5} a 21st birthday brunch wouldn’t be right without champagne for mimosas! 
6} Isn’t she lovely? She had a great birthday! :) 
Thanks for your notes and well wishes! I’m truly, truly blessed… 
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Closetted Confessions…

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Since Gen was at a Girl Scout retreat having fun over the weekend, Chw and I took the opportunity to get some much needed things taken care of. One being our master closet. Before it was just a little space used impractically. Our clothes were crapped together on one long rod and his shabby thrifted dresser (poor guy) was crammed at the back beside the shelves. The problem is, along with holding our clothes this is also the present hiding space, the “stuff taken away” holding space, the music instrument storage space, the pretend wii musical instrument storage space, the sheets and blankets space, the photography equipment storage space and probably something else I’ve failed to mention… 
In the mornings when Chw quietly gets ready for work, he had to dig through his dresser, crammed at the back of the closet. His hanging clothes were behind it, squished on the rod along with all of mine. To simply locate a pair of work jeans it was like a quest for Narnia for him- and really, who wants to start off every morning like that? 
SO, we moved his ugly dresser to the front of the closet and set up a rod for his clothes opposite mine. Now, his clothes are at the front of the closet and are super easy to get to. As we were working on it, I joked with my dear husband about blogging it and titling it “My husband is finally closer to coming out of the closet.” In all fairness, he was the first one to say “Look! I am working my way to coming out of the closet.” 
He’s so funny… 
But, as funny as he is, I’m not sure his laugh would have been entirely authentic had I actually titled the post that… 
hmm… Anyway, short of having a few divinely adorable baskets and canvas totes to hold things over the few ugly cardboard boxes I have things stored in- I’m really happy with it. There is more of a flow, which is a good thing for both of us… 
Plus! Added bonus: every time we go out he wears the same shirts because he can’t find most of his clothes… NO MORE! 
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Genny’s attempt to repair the economy with her isms, while plundering us into debt…

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Towards the end of last week, Gen went to a party where Gen proceeded to break her hand.
Ok. It’s not exactly broken, but it is fractured…
We didn’t know that however. Everyone seemed to be calling it a severe sprain, so we sent her on her merry little way to a Girl Scout retreat, where she (against everyone’s orders) proceeded to be a total kid with her hand and use it anyway. (Of all the nerve!)
So, back to the ER yesterday, for more X-rays resulted in them sending her home with an even-more-severe sprain diagnosis.
Then they called later with the news… And a good Orthapedist referral.

And it all kinda sucks because, well, she’s in a lot of pain and her hand is pretty ugly and purple and puffy… And, it also kinda (a lot) sucks because we have the worlds crappiest insurance. It covers nothing. At all. In fact, why we pay for it monthly is beyond me. So yeah…
Not that my twelve year old really comprehends the amount of new debt she has incurred. I mean, when she hurt her hand- she laughed it off and then KEPT going on the slip and slide. FOR HOURS. Everyone believed she was fine, so no one felt the need to call me. After hours of slipping and sliding, she then decided how awesome it would be to play tether ball.
They are pretty sure she escalated her injuries substantially by not discontinuing her jolly-good-time.

And as frustrated as we are about this, we are so grateful she’s ok. I mean, with her level of play and refusal to heed common sense, her body’s communication of severe pain or our (and the doctor’s) good advice- she could have ripped an arm off if no one had intervened and that would have sucked a lot worse than several thousands of dollars in medical bills…

Which segways me into a little something we like to call gennyisms…

Because her favorite saying, which applies to this ENTIRE severely overpriced weekend applies, is:

Later doesn’t matter. I’m having fun now so leave me alone. hmmm.

Some sweeter, but WAY OVERUSED ones are:

Awe! She is super cute. {Insert having just seen a dog, cat, animal of almost any kind, elderly woman, baby, toddler or little girl. If you can imagine how often we come across one of the above- either in real life, on the internet, or television- every day- than you can imagine HALF of how much she says this. Plus, we have 2 dogs and I swear even they get sick of hearing how cute they are.}

OHHH! He is super cute. {See above explanation substituting he for she.}

I feel so bad for him/her… {while watching a movie, tv show or reality tv competition such as SYTYCD. Last week during one two hour episode, we counted. She said this FORTY SEVEN times.}

But they are a person. {This follows hysterical sobbing, while watching movies where an animal is hurt or sad. Usually there is a human character who has been also injured or sad and we always ask her- because it’s fun- why she never gets sad about the person while becoming nearly suicidal over the animal…}

*GASP* I did not do that/eat that! You can call daddy and ask him, he’ll prove it. {of which, of course, he never proves and she is 99% of the time guilty. still I hear this daily.}

I’m going to go get into my bajamas. {yes, she’s 12.}

Can I get a very small drink? (at bedtime.)

Can I get just a little bit more? (seconds at dinner.)

Can I watch just for a tiny few more minutes? (a movie, past bedtime.)

The girl LOVES her adjectives…

She also says the word Actually, a ridiculous amount…

And, though there are millions more, I’ll close with these:

This my favorite movie! Well, maybe my third favorite. {and she will proceed to name thirty other movies, in order… and when we mention a movie she forgot, she will get flustered and start over. This is a 30 minute luxury that follows nearly EVERY movie she watches.}

Weekly conversation:
G- I think we should eat at McDonalds (which we don’t).
me- why?
G- because it helps the economy and creates jobs.

No. i’m not kidding…

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The infamous pediatric visit…

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I love our pediatrician… I really do. She’s got such a great personality and is just fantastic. Sometimes I wonder what she’s like outside of all of the proper protacall…
Like when she asks my CHILD if she would like me to stay, or leave the room while she asks her some personal questions.
Or like when she asks Gen if she likes girls or boys. 
While I understand the need for the questions, she asks these EVERY year for Gen’s check up. Pretty much since she was 8. And while I appreciate that, at 12, she’s getting to the age where she is thinking about romantic things- at 8 she really wasn’t… 
Anyway, I’ve talked to a lot of moms and i get that this is just the way it’s done these days. Whatever. Gen affirmed that she likes boys, while bouncing up and down and blushing. She said “ewww, gross” when asked if she liked girls, which made the doctor laugh. 
And then, then the other questions set in…
What to you eat for breakfast? I don’t know. Cereal. {the kid is lucky if she gets cereal once every two weeks, I am opposed to it!}
What do you eat for lunch? We mostly eat soup. {We had soup yesterday, because Amanda had soup. We hadn’t had it in months.}
What do you eat for dinner? Um, I can’t remember eating dinner. {Nice. hello. We don’t believe in dinner… what the heck?!?!?}
Do you wear sunscreen? No! {I ALWAYS put sunscreen on her, but a week ago she went out with her dad and got burned a little on her arms… apparently that is an emphatic “NO!” to sunscreen.} 
And then, because she isn’t really keen on homeschool families she asked the biggest question of all: 
Do you have any friends? To which my daughter looked at her, all puzzled and replied “What do you mean?” And when the doctor, looking quite alarmed, said “Friends your own age that you play or hang out with.” She actually replied “Oh. No.” 
WHAT?!?!?!?!?!? I think she was just confused by the interview in general- which doesn’t look well on my home educating skills…
No wonder I came home and needed a nap! 
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Twenty-One {a love letter}…

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Dearest Amanda, 

Today is your twenty first birthday… A milestone {when you are 21} for things like a grown up ID, bars, clubs, partying, and all around different things than it will when you are looking back on it one day… Like when you are 31… 
On this day I bequeath to you a list of twenty one amazingly fantastic things that I love and admire about YOU!

  1. You know exactly what you want. When you get it into your head, you work super hard to get there.
  2. You have passion. 
  3. You live. You do not sit around waiting for something in your life to happen. 
  4. You don’t pretend to be something you aren’t. Because of this, it has occasionally cost you certain things or relationships… BUT– 
  5. You acknowledge that, though it may be a sad loss- you are mature enough to realize that it is their loss and you are better off without them. 
  6. You have an amazing heart and when you truly love someone, you do so with a love so huge and selfless…
  7. You embrace laughter. You laugh with your entire soul, and you do it often. 
  8. You take care of your car. Maybe you’re later than you feel like you should be, when it comes to some maintenance things- but you still do them. 
  9. Your shoes… Specifically heels and boots. Wow. I love my feet too much to ever try such footwear, therefore I can live vicariously through your boldness! 
  10. Even when you may hate your job, you stick it out. Even when you are treated like crap, or underpaid- you go to work everyday and you do your job to the best of your ability. 
  11. You are grateful. Not many people, your age, really “get” gratitude. Usually in it’s place is entitlement.
  12. You eat peanut butter on your pancakes. I mean, come on… how is that not the BEST way to eat pancakes??? some people just don’t get it.
  13. You are generous. Easily one of the MOST generous people I know…
  14. You are an amazing big sister… To Gen. To N & T/J…
  15. You are authentic. There are moments when you obviously feel like being 30, and you act it- while their are moments when you feel like being 10 and you embrace it with all that you are. 
  16. You aren’t afraid to try new things. Which goes along with- 
  17. You have a tremendous spirit for adventure and travel. I hope you hold on to things, (and your drive to accomplish them) because this can fade in time and I’m prepared to nag you forever- so that it doesn’t… 
  18. You listen to people, and accept others, when they need a non-judgmental ear.
  19. Your love of kids. It doesn’t even matter whose kids- you are just naturally gifted with them and love it… 
  20. You are a true overcomer. In every way you adapt, taking the good and moving on. I am so proud of you for this!
  21. I love that you love and accept me. I’m grateful. I’m flawed and don’t deserve to be your mom- but that doesn’t matter to you. 
I hope that it’s a beautiful day, and know that I am celebrating you- even in the moments today when you aren’t with me. I love you!

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