Becca’s Got A Boyfriend

My oldest daugther has a new boyfriend. And I am so happy for her. It does a mother’s heart good to hear joy and happiness in their children’s voices, even if those children are in their 30’s. 

She met him through Match.com. They talked on the phone and exchanged emails for over a month before they met face to face. When they did meet, it was about three weeks after she intercepted a line drive to third base with her nose. She had a broken nose and two black eyes, not to mention a cold sore on her lip. She said she has never looked worse in her life, so if THAT did not scare him off, nothing will. 

 I am excited that she calls me and tells me about the new guy, and how he made a “Gluten Free Zone” in his kitchen cupboard just for her. How he sent her an email first thing in the morning after he fell asleep and forgot to call her when he said he would. And how he took her out for crab cakes two nights in a row after he found out she loves them.  

I am happy because this guy has potential. Potential as a “Son In Law”, if you catch my drift.  I know I am her mother, but my daughter IS a very pretty, intelligent, sweet, person who deserves to be happy.  She is 34 years old, never married and has no children. She WANTS to get married and have children. And, if you want to know, I very much want her to get married and have children, if that is what she wants. And this new guy’s Match.com profile says he wants those things, too.  My advice to her has been “Don’t be afraid to love him.”  

I know if she has children she will be a good mother. She has been a teacher in a private school for children with learning disabilities. She has coached volley ball and basketball teams. She was a girl scout leader when she was in college. She knows just the right books to send her nieces and nephews to keep them eager to read. I know these things probably haven’t prepared her for 3 a.m. feedings and trips to the emergency room to remove beans from little noses, but it does show that she is good with kids. 

Yeah, I am going on about her having kids, when she just started dating him. But, you have to understand, she is very picky about who she dates. If he made it far enough to meet her face to face; if he made it past the first date; if she went out with him more than twice, it is a good thing. And she bought a dress. A little black dress to wear to his company Christmas party.  If she’s  wearing a dress, there is real hope.

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How Cool is This?

And just in time too!

It seems someone has created a comment stupidity filter.

Apparently stupid people use more consonants that merely sarcastic people… and this filter can monitor comments and send the stupid comments to spam while allowing everyone the joy of reading a very finely crafted sarcastic comment.

Imagine the possibilities here?

Imagine if we could do the same thing with some sort of remote that would also monitor the verbal stupidity of people and leave them, mouths gaping, like so many bass on a fishing boat….

A moment of silence please….

There…wasn’t that fun to think about?

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A Magic Pill for Time Management

Phew! I’m a little late to the party, aren’t I? The only Babe who hasn’t blogged yet. But I’m here, I’m in good (no, great) company, and hey, time management just can’t seem to fight its way to the top of my To-Do list. Nah, instead the top spots are reserved for treating my life-long case of perfectionist let-it-go-already-and-move-on disease and that nasty bout of multi-taskitis I can’t seem to shake. I just wish I knew someone who suffered from theses same maladies. Someone I could relate to. Someone who “got it”.

I’m just wondering if there’s anyone else out there who goes through their day, never really completing a task from start to finish without pausing in between to break up World War 3, treat a spaghetti-stained shirt and brew that fourth pot of java. Surely I can’t be the only one who bounces from room to room, ideas swirling, but only partially becoming executed. Is there another soul who types on their computer while talking on the phone, answering unanswerable questions from a tiny voice that always seems to materialize the instant the receiver touches their ear, and who collapses in bed at night wondering where the day went and trying to determine whether or not anything worthy was accomplished that day?

Nah, I’m probably alone in this. Sigh.

I must be alone because if scientists are smart enough to transplant a human face, surely they’re smart enough to create a magic time management pill. There just must not be enough demand for such a thing. Evidently the rest of the world - particularly parents - have time dripping from their pores. Across the globe, thousands of book pages must be being turned, seven straight hours of television is being watched, sentences and thoughts and activities are being completed without interruption and “me” days go on endlessly.

This has got to be the case because otherwise we’d be able to throw open our packed-with-expired-meds vanity cabinets, pluck out an amber-colored vial and shake out a pill that could make everything seem miraculously calm and harmonious. Now, that would be grand. That’s what’s at the top of my Christmas List. That’s where I want drug companies to spend their R & D money. That’s what I call heaven on a stick.

But maybe that’s just me.

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