Monday, May 31, 2010

More visual

I know you want words. And believe me, I want to give you words.

I'm just trying to figure out a way to put into words what it is I want to say. That's all.

So, in order to possibly tide you over and maybe keep you coming back, I'm showing you my fantastical photography skills.













I'll see you in a week or so....

Ciao!

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Thursday, May 6, 2010

It's all in the Interpretation

One of the things that I find interesting about being a parent to two teenage boys is that, well, they're not quite like girls. Which is obviously obvious I know, but I'm talking about the inner pysche thing. Their thought processes tend to be a little different than a girls.

Okay, who am I kidding. Their thought processes are a LOT different!!

Take, for example, when asked "Could you please clean up the kitchen, get the dishes put away and make sure the counters are clean for when your mother gets home from work tonight."

Well, I've paraphrased that somewhat because I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want to read the exact wording .... I know it was probably a lot harsher and more than likely said with a volume level some might consider yelling. Hey, we're a loud household here, put your ear plugs in.

And I will say, I was pleasantly surprised the other night when I walked in at midnight and saw that my kitchen was tidy.

Okay, I was totally blown away.

You see, I'm used to coming home at night to one of two scenarios. Either the supper dishes are scattered all over the counter or they're neatly stacked in piles beside the sink. Waiting for me to wash them up. Sometimes they're rinsed. Sometimes they're not.

But the counters were clean. There weren't any dirty dishes to be seen! It was fabulous. I stood back and smiled. And thought, wow, I guess they've finally discovered that "considerate" gene. I was pretty pleased.

Short lived however. As I walked over to turn on the light above the sink, I saw it. Turns out the dishes were just placed in the sink. Rinsed and neatly stacked. Waiting, once again, for me to wash them up.

But hey, the counters were clean. Which goes to prove the theory that teenagers only hear the last few words of any sentence that contains a call to action.

Ciao!