One of the highlights of Braden’s birthday yesterday was our visit to iFly Austin – an indoor skydiving experience. I was pretty sure Braden would really dig the ability to float on air in a wind tunnel, and, well… I think I was right. Here’s a photo we got from the built-in camera at iFly.
Seriously, if there’s one of these places near you, I 100% recommend you go. Take your kids, your friends, yourself. The entire staff was awesome – friendly, helpful, good natured, and highly skilled. Seriously, they put on a great show at the end of each class – the instructors/trainers did some crazy mind-blowing stunts inside that tunnel. It’s amazing to watch.
Thanks so much to Josh, Braden’s instructor. He was wonderful with Braden, and kind enough to offer to take this photo of all us together with my camera before Braden’s flight.
Braden approached me about something while I was working recently. I answered him and then took a look at him. He was fine but his demeanor was just a little on the down side. So I asked him to give me his hand.
I held it and told him to show me the palm straight up. He did. I inspected it carefully as he watched.
Braden, with interest: “What?”
Me: “Something is missing.”
Braden: “Missing? Can I look?”
He looked, appeared puzzled, and glanced at me, turning his palm back my way.
Me: “Yes, something is definitely missing.”
Braden: “But WHAT?”
I kissed his soft, little palm gently.
Me: “A kiss.”
The smile that bloomed on his face was priceless.
Me: “I love you.”
Braden, as he pranced off with a grin: “I love you, too, Mommy.”
These little things may seem unimportant. They’re not. I truly believe that filling his childhood with tender, loving acts and caring for his feelings above my own consistently will have a huge impact on the person he becomes. I don’t always get this right – I have plenty of selfish moments where I fail. But I think that bringing myself back here with him over and over again is the important part. It’s what he’ll remember.
The smile that bloomed on his face is an outward indicator of something that will be etched on his soul and he’ll carry it with him and pass it to others.
The little things matter. The little ways you love those you care about are big inside their hearts (and not just your kids).
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I have had way too much fun lately. In fact, I told John that I was pretty sure I’m going to die soon and this is The Universe’s way of saying, “Oh, hey, sorry about that…” ahead of time. A lot of times The Universe is a total dickhead, but I can imagine that maybe sometimes it gets bummed out about what a shit it is and tries to be cool to you to make up for it.
It’s kind of like how I pretend to be nice to John every once in a while when I realize I’ve been a total hole for months on end. Cause, you know, a few hours of not actually saying anything derogatory and smiling a lot can make up for endless weeks of torture and passive aggressive quips blended with just out and out aggressive combativeness and demanding, controlling, and manipulative domestic behavior.
God help him if he complains though; then I’m all, “DO YOU NOT REMEMBER THE TIME THAT I HANDED YOU A NAPKIN WHEN YOUR FACE WAS DIRTY? I BLEED FOR YOU, INGRATE.”
Or something. But, basically, I know not to push The Universe and all, because it’s just doing the best it can, damnit. Ya dig?
So. Yeah. The Universe is clearly trying to be nice to me because it feels bad about my impending doom.
Either that or it is going to plan such a fiery, explosive and painful ending for me that getting me all complacent and mellow first will make things that much funnier for the bastard when it all goes down. The Universe is probably sitting in a dark room rubbing his hands together, and he’s all, “This stupid bitch has NO IDEA what’s in store for her, man. It.is.going.to.be.EPIC. I am totally going to photograph the look on her face and Twitpic it when she gets hers. MUAHAHAHAH.”
Um. Wow, The Universe just went from being a maybe, kind-of dickhead to a completely sadistic psychopath in my mind. I can’t say I’m surprised. I’ve been into the caffeine again. Also the wine. Maybe a little of the blow powdered sugar.
What the hell was the point of this post? Oh, yeah. I’ve been having fun lately – making new friends in our neighborhood, going out with girls I actually like, and generally, well, not being locked in my house like a socially inept, loser ho-bag.
That is, I’ve been pretending I’m not a socially inept, loser ho-bag, and nobody is on to the deception yet, so clearly I am up for the next Academy Award. (note to self: do not marry Jesse James any time soon)
Last Wednesday, in another installment of Happy Fun Times I Should Feel Guilty About (don’t worry, I got mine) I went to an Open House at Beleza Medspa with some lady friends: Blythe (Aka @Bejewell) and Leigh. We needed to learn about ways you can change what nature does to your body, and instead, make it all fake and HOT.
Apparently, Blythe and Leigh were getting drunk for free while they were waiting for me to arrive late (people start drinking to cope with the fact that they miss me, I’m that awesome) (either that or they drink to cope with the fact that I’m about to arrive) and once I got there, we went to a back room to find out about the process of having your facial skin turned from haggarific to Goddess Sheen of Awesometasticness.
This process is also known, to lesser degree, as Let’s Burn Your Ugly Face Off. You’ll only have to hide in a cave for about 4-6 days while all the skin flakes off as if you have some horrible and contagious disease. But after that? YOU WILL BE BEAUTIFUL. It’s a metamorphosis. You have to let your inner butterfly out… by KILLING THE SHIT OUT OF THAT CATERPILLAR we like to call your real face.Read More»