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Knight in Starched Khakis

10 Mar

Pay It Forward Paid Off

20 Feb

There are nice people out there.  Just when I start to feel like impatient, inconsiderate and irrational strangers are all I encounter, a young boy with hip clothes, spikey hair and a cool earring notices someone in need and comes to the rescue.

Ok, so it’s not like I was a damsel in distress or anything that serious – I was more a lady blocked at a turn-stall.  Being a novice at riding mass-transit, I touched my card to open my turn-stall but I was standing at the wrong one.  That meant my paid ticket had been used and I was stuck while a crowd formed behind and Andrew and Nate were a few steps ahead on the other side of the stalls.  That’s when the kind kid held his card through the stall for me to use.  Just like that.  He saw someone struggling and he made a simple, thoughtful gesture.

I think of this experience as a “pay it forward” that paid off because, just a few hours before this, a homeless man asked Andrew if he could spare any money and Andrew opened his wallet and gave the man all he had.  Whether it was the right thing to do or not, the man was so grateful and it felt good to help.  I hope that kid got the same feeling when he helped me.  I really appreciated it.

My Knight in Starched Khakis

21 Oct

She is just a little more than five miles away from her sister’s house when the beyond-bald tires on her beat up, old mini-van decide they couldn’t carry her family anymore.  The tires, like her, are worn out.  Sharing the load of moving from Michigan to Georgia – they both have been pushed to their limits.

“Now this?  Now this is going to happen?” she thinks as she looks for a safe place to pull over.  The tire blew out a few seconds ago but she tries to keep pressing on – like she’s been doing since they first started struggling.

Her four young children are both frightened and interested in what’s happening.  Two started to cry.  The other two ask non-stop questions.  She feels the same way – plus – helpless. She doesn’t know how to change a tire – she can’t afford a tow truck – isn’t a member of AAA.

Then, she hears a voice, offering to help.

Within minutes, he has her van up on the jack and the tire off but he can’t get the spare out of the trunk.  He thinks about giving her his but it doesn’t fit.  Instead, he calls AAA and explains the situation.

The children would have to wait almost an hour.  When he offers to drive her and the children to her sister’s house so they don’t have to be the situation any longer, she was a little nervous to accept but he didn’t give her any reason to doubt his kindness, plus, he had two child car seats in the back – he must be ok.

She’s so overcome with gratitude and emotion that she can’t believe that she told him, “Of course you’re married!  All the good ones are taken!”

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He thinks he’s just stuck behind yet another driver going way below the speed limit on the two lane road to his work.  He feels bad when he sees the old mini-van cautiously pull over to the side.

He knows he has to be at work, but something in him compels him to make sure people are ok.

Little does he know, this is going to be so much more than a tire change.  When he sees the four children, he immediately thinks of his own wife and kids and – what if.  What if they were stranded on the side of a busy road with no one to call for help?  He has to do what he can to get them out of this situation.

He doesn’t think it’s going to be hard to do.  He just has to change a tire -something he’s done more times than he can remember.  But this time is a little different.  The van’s emergency brake doesn’t work and (for mechanical reasons the writer doesn’t grasp) the mom has to stay in the van with her foot on the brake. He finally gets the van on the jack but then he can’t free the spare from its compartment.

Knowing he can’t leave them like that, he calls AAA for a tow truck.  They tell him he will have to be there when the driver arrives in order for her to get the tow without a charge.  He knows it will take about an hour for the tow truck driver to show up so he offers to drive the family where they are headed.  He worries about how the four children will safely fit in his small backseat but rationalizes it would be more dangerous for them to be where they are now.

In the end, the family safely reaches their destination and the Knight in Starched (and now slightly dirty) Khakis makes it to work.  He knows the family still has to figure out how they will pay for the van’s repairs, but he hopes that he helped take a little of the burden off their shoulders – at least for one morning.

 

If Life was a High School Football Game…

4 Oct

I guess I would be in the second quarter of my years.  Happiness would be winning over anything else I’ve experienced in life and I would have a penalty for that one time I jumped out of a moving car.  Right now though, I’m calling a time out to review some years gone by.

The last time I spent a Friday night at a high school football stadium, I was in high school.  That’s why I was excited to go catch our local teams compete last night.

I loved the atmosphere, the game, the bands, the people watching and the smell of all of that football stadium food.  I really had a blast and the kids loved it too.  It brought back so many memories and feelings, but also added a new feeling – my youth is gone.  I got that feeling when I saw all those teeny-boppers in their cutesy little outfits – their only care being who they’re going to hook up with that night or did they see/talk to so and so.

They are just so young.

What really put it in perspective for me is when I saw a woman, probably in her mid-30’s, surrounded by a bunch of teen girls. The woman was attractive and, I thought, stylish but she seemed to be intimidated and was definitely uncomfortable suddenly face to face with all that youth.  I wondered what she was thinking.  She tried to keep a look of confidence on her face but I could see the thoughts going through her mind.  “Girls, you don’t have anything on me.  Been there, done that – way before you.”  It made me realize how precious our time is.  Before they know it, those girls will soon become us.  After all, many of us were once them.

It’s not that I’m jealous of them or want to go back to that time, it just made me nostalgic and well, basically, feel old.  I know I’m still “young” by many standards but I’m certainly not young enough to:

  • Paint all of the skin visible outside my skimpy shorts and tank top, (That’s another “I’m old” indicator – when I was their age, I would never have considered them “skimpy” shorts.)
  • Act crazy even when I’m just standing in a group of people. (Well, I guess I still do this.)
  • Walk around with my chest out, trying to portray all the confidence in the world. (My posture is getting worse and worse, Osteoporosis?  I drink my milk!)
  • Chill in the Student Section of the stadium. (Man, were we like that?)
  • Not care where I sit, stand, stop, walk.  Being oblivious seems a lot less stressful.

The other feeling I had that made me aware of my age – the fact that I was worried that the players would get hurt.  I’m such a mom!  This one play had five guys tackle one guy and I said, “Oh my!  Did they really need to be that rough?”  Andrew’s response?  “It’s tackle football!”  Man, I hate to see what I’m going to be like if Nate plays!  I’ll be an even older mom then!

Running on E

30 Sep

Running on Exhausted
It’s not the bad kind of exhausted where you walk around and feel exhausted.  It’s more the kind where as soon as you sit down, you’re ready for sleep.  I don’t even allow myself to get comfortable until at least 8:30 pm because I know I’ll be asleep in about 30 minutes.  The big complaint I have with this early-to-bed routine is that I’m usually not in bed when my eyes close.  I end up in a deep sleep on the love seat with Andrew snoring away on the other couch.  I love how even when we don’t sleep together, we still sleep together.

Running on Excitement
I still really like my job.  It’s been almost a month and I can honestly say I am having a great time doing my work.  I enjoy being there, my coworkers and boss are super nice and fun and I am excited about what the future holds.  So far, I’ve been working on the main website, www.choa.org, by helping the other content editor maintain it.

Most of my excitement surrounds my main job – the wellness website.  This site does not exist yet.  I was hired to help create, implement and maintain it – with the goal of making it a success.  The site is planned to be launched by January/February of next year but we’re still in meeting mode.  Enter my excitement.

I’m giddy about getting started but also nervous because I’ve never created a reputable website!  It’s just so hard to grasp how all of it is going to come together.  We’re working with three different companies and I can’t even wrap my brain around how they all will mesh together on one site.  I have confidence that I can do this, but I would just feel more comfortable if I had a little more of an idea of what to expect.

Running on Empty
Yeah, this is where I put the gas subject in here.  I’m not mad.  I’m not disgusted.  I’m curious.  I want to know how much gas the drivers who are fighting in lines, sucking the pumps dry, have in their tanks when they pull up.  I want a reporter to be there waiting to document where the gas gauge is pointing or how much gas went into their tank. Do they really need it or are they just freaking out at 3/4 of a tank thus taking it from those who really do need it because they are on empty or close to it?  I also want to know what it’s like to be a gas station worker/owner right now.  Even the tanker truck drivers probably have crazy stories to share.  I’ve heard from the panicked pumpers who’ve been stalking the stations and I’m starting to feel less and less sympathy for my fellow gas guzzler.

A positive I see in all of this is that a lot of companies are letting employees work from home to help conserve.  As a matter of fact, my work from home day is set for Friday.  If I could walk to work I would.  God knows I need the exercise.  Since I can’t, I will do my best to not freak out and swerve toward the first sign I see with numbers on it.  (Although I’m tempted to drive circles around the others who did screaming “Got gas?!” over and over again.  Of course, not with the kids in the car.  Besides, that would waste gas!  Sha!)

Running on Enamors
As much as I like work, the best part of my day is picking up my little loves.  Nate gets a huge smile and screams, “My mommy’s here!  My mommy’s here!”  He will even tell people as we walk by them, “My mommy’s here Miss Kristi!”  Nia always has a drawing for me or a note of some sort.  She’s been trying to spell words all by herself by sounding them out. The other day she even wrote a letter to a friend she met.

Some other high/lowlights are:

  • Nia really didn’t like the Beef and Broccoli I made for dinner a few days ago.  I thought she liked it. She had been eating it and was almost finished, then she said “I’m going to throw up Mommy.”  And what do you know?  Just like that.  Blah.  Right on her Ariel plate.  I felt HORRIBLE.  I told her I was sorry that she got sick and she told me, “People are just different Mommy.  Not everyone likes the same things.”  She taught me a valuable lesson that day.  I now let them sample any different food before I sit down to eat dinner and tell them, “Try one bite and if you really don’t like it I will make you something else.”  Sure, Super Nanny might say I’m spoiling them or whatever, but I’d rather make their stomachs happy than sad.
  • Nia and Nate had picture day at their schools and Nate’s are hysterically adorable.  I can’t wait to show you!  For Nia’s, Andrew fixed her hair and I let out a squeal of happiness when I picked her up that day.  Two perfectly parted ponytails.  He does such a great job!  (He even tried practicing braids!)
  • Yesterday, Nate actually ran to the potty, opened the lid and started pulling down his pants!  We were praising him so much for his big boy act that Joey was going nutso downstairs.

As for Joey – he has to have surgery on his leg because he pulled a ligament.  The vet says it just happens when a dog is over a certain weight and age.  Poor buddy.  He’s been limping around and confined to downstairs.  His surgery isn’t until October 7. I just hate to see him this way.  He wants to run and play but can’t.  We hope the surgery will have him back to his crazy self in no time.  (Please!)

 

What I’ve Learned So Far

10 Sep

Wednesday marks my first full week back on the job and so far I’ve noticed a few things:

  • No matter how early I wake up, I still can’t leave on time.
  • Radio personalities and their opinions/statements/conversations annoy the hell out of me.
  • I really, really like coffee.
  • I’m so lucky to have Andrew as my “baby daddy.”  Because I have to leave before the kids wake up, he takes care of everything each morning.  Not only does he get himself ready, but then he wakes them up, makes their breakfasts, gets them ready, makes Nia’s lunch, fixes Nia’s hair in the cutest (and tightest) little pony tail, scoots her out the door while loading Nate in his car seat, watches her board the bus, takes Nate to school and then has to deal with Nate being kind of sad to see him go.  He also makes it all seem like no big deal.  He’s my favorite.
  • I must find a shoes that don’t murder my feet (but still look cute).
  • Nate has already learned so much, including using the potty more and more.
  • I am loving to use my brain again, both socially and creatively.
  • I am quickly running out of outfits.
  • I still need my mommy.  After 15 minutes, I still couldn’t safety pin my low cut shirt without having the pin slightly visible.
  • I have to invest in stronger deodorant until I learn to be less nervous.  It’s not that I schtank or anything, it’s that I have a giant problem with giant pit marks.  Not fun to try and hide all day long.
  • Antibacterial cleaning wipes are your friend.  (My computer really needs a wipe down.)
  • Eating out is lots of fun and tasty but I miss being able to save that money and calories!
  • It doesn’t matter what time I leave from home or work, I’m still going to hit multiple rows of bumper to bumper traffic on Interstate 85.
  • Now that I am falling asleep earlier and earlier, I need to become more picky in our television show selection.
  • Andrew has shown me yet another way he’s a keeper.  He irons all my work clothes!  (I feel so spoiled!)
  • I’m having a blast!

 

Things Not to Say to a Mom Who’s Going back to Work

30 Aug

The following comments all come with a hint of snootiness from Stay-At-Home Moms I’ve come to know around town.  They make it pretty clear that I’m no longer in their “club.”

“Oh, you’re putting the kids in child care?”

“I guess you just have to do what you have to do.”

“That drive is awful.  I hated it and my kids were always so exhausted when I picked them up from day care.”

“You’re thinking about that day care?  I’ve heard some unsettling things about that day care.” (FYI – We didn’t pick that day care.)

“My daughter didn’t like that After-School program.”

“You are going to hate it when it rains.  The drive is even worse when it rains.”

“You’re going to leave for work that early?”

“You’re going to get killed on gas prices.”

“Well, if you say it’s worth it.”

“You have to drive how far every day?”

“Wow.  That’s going to be a really long day for your kids.”

“I’m sure you are going to miss all that quality time you get to spend with Nate.”

As if I didn’t feel bad/guilty/unsure enough about going back to work. Thanks for pointing out the obvious and for the support.  It would be different if they said what they said because they were genuinely concerned.  They aren’t.  They say it as they look down their nose at me.  I try to tell myself that they would do the same thing if they were in our position and given this opportunity.  Of course, I’m sure they would disagree.

 

One down, One to Go

25 Jul

It’s over and I’m still alive!  I don’t have any mental scarring either!  I actually think the job interview I had today was kind of fun.  Is that demented or what?

It’s hard to explain but I was pumped at the idea of getting ready for a job, even if it might not be mine.  It felt good to trade in my shorts and tank tops for a suit and heels.  It made me feel like I could do this.  I could be a working mom again.  I felt empowered.  I think that might have carried over to my interview because I was as cool, confident and conversational as it’s possible for me to be.

Today’s interview was for the position of Publicity Manager at The University of Georgia Press. The Press publishes about 80 titles a year, ranging from educational books to subjects with broader appeal like fiction or as I noticed in the lobby, a book all about my favorite friends – Georgia bugs.  As the Publicity Manager, I would be the main point of contact between the author and The Press.  I would set up events like readings, signings and lectures and then work to promote them through the media.  I would have to convince newspaper book reviewers to read a UGA Press book and publish a review.  (I would even get to travel to New York City to meet with reviewers there!)

Overall, I think the only thing that will keep me from getting this job is the fact that I don’t have the book publishing experience.  The head of the department was very nice and seemed interested in what I had to offer but he also told me he put the posting on a publishing industry website.  I do think I would really like this job.  Besides the fact that the hours are typically 8 – 5 and it’s only 25 minutes away from our house, it just sounds like a fun job.

No matter what the outcome may be, I’m really glad I got one interview under my belt.  It was good practice and I learned a valuable lesson.  Take Pepto before I leave the house.  Luckily, I was early this time and was saved by a Kroger with a clean restroom.

Age-Awakening Experience

13 Jul

One of our nieces is turning 13 in a week and like many youngens these days, she has to have clothes from a store called Hollister.

I had an idea that it was similar to Abercrombie and Fitch but never had the need/desire to check it out for myself.  Now I know why. Man, do I feel old.

I’ve never felt my age before.  I know there are things I’m not supposed to do now that I’m 30 and a mom.

  • I’m not supposed to shop in the junior section at department stores.
  • I’m not supposed to say things like “Miley Cyrus is cool” or “I totally love ‘High School Musical!'”
  • I’m not supposed to want and purchase the hot pink cell phone.
  • I cannot eat 10 piece Chicken McNuggets and the biggest Fry, never workout and still fit into my awesome size 6 GAP jeans.
  • I’m not supposed to push a stroller in any Hollister store.

How the heck was I supposed to know the store barely had enough room for a normal sized girl to walk through let alone try to steer Nia around racks, throw rugs, teens and sofas.  When I finally made it up to the counter, a hip little thing tried to cut in front of me!  I’m so unwanted, I’m invisible!  I totally was all like, “Oh, no you didn’t!” and cut her off at the cash. But then it gets far more stressful for me.  I have to pick out a gift card.

Typically, gift cards are decorated pretty simply.  A solid color, the words, “A Gift for You!” written on it and some cutesy design.

Not at this store.  They were all covered with half-naked hot guys and gals.  Totally fine for anyone who is not the child I’m getting the gift card for.  I even asked the teen behind the counter, “Do you have one that’s ok for a little girl?”  She freakin’ hands me one of a shirtless man and a girl looking all seductive into the camera.  Again, fine for anyone who is not my niece!

My friend Julie was with me and she suggested drawing a shirt on the guy!  Could you even imagine how embarrassed my poor niece would be when she goes to pay with a gift card that her aunt censored?  How uncool is that?!

A Perfect Father’s Day

16 Jun

You didn’t want to take the day “off” by lounging around even though you could have.

You didn’t want to go anywhere special or be given any expensive gifts.

You put Nia’s hair up in a ponytail and it was adorable.

You didn’t care if you didn’t get to finish watching golf.

You still changed stinky diapers and dealt with the occasional misbehaving child.

You helped cook dinner.

You play-wrestled with the kids and made them laugh like crazy.

You made us some pretty yummy coffee and even tried to concoct a Frappuccino knockoff for me.

You coached Nia on her big girl bike and even took your bike out for a spin with the kids.

You told Nia how proud you were of the train track she was creating for Nate.

You came upstairs to say night-night to Nate even though you were half asleep downstairs watching “Star Wars” with Nia.

You did everything you do on regular days and for all of that and so much more, I thank you.

You are an incredible daddy.