I was raised to be polite. To have social skills. Etiquette was a requirement, not an option.
A month or so ago my husband and I were in New York City. We have been there a million times. I feel safe in New York City. I mean I would avoid dark alleys in neighborhoods I’m not familiar with at midnight, but I’m not an idiot.
We had brunch with my son and his fiancee, then had to rush to get to Grand Central in time to catch our train home. We lucked out hailing a cab almost immediately.
God forbid I spend 5 minutes without grabbing my iPhone to check every app I have and text my son thanks, we had a great time (there goes that etiquette again).
The cab pulls up in front of Grand Central while I’m texting something like “At GCT gotta go.” I shove the phone in the outside pocket of my bag, jump out of the cab, and dash across 42nd Street.
Tons of people were doing the NYC combination of rushing by, milling around, taking photos, speaking 400 languages and being lost. Navigating this crowd like a quarterback looking for an opening, I felt someone bump into me.
“Oh I’m sorry.”
We made the train with a few minutes to spare, and I reached for my phone.
I searched the pockets of my purse. No phone.
I asked my husband if he had my phone (why on earth would he have my phone?).
He gave me that you lose everything look He said “No, check your bag again.”
Then I remembered being jostled just before I entered Grand Central.
And apologizing to the thief that stole my phone.
Grandson: Mamoo, you aren’t a stereotypical grandmother…..you’re legit.
Me: What’s a stereotypical grandmother?
Grandson: One who knits ugly sweaters and does boring stuff.
That was such a cool compliment. He did have an ulterior motive, though, because he wanted me to take him to the mall. And the idea about knitting sweaters must have come from TV.
Notice he didn’t mention the scarves I knit. None of my grandchildren wear the scarves, so I’ve stopped knitting for them.
This is the part of the post where I want my own children to stop reading.
The standard saying is that we love our children unconditionally. And that our parents loved us unconditionally. That isn’t exactly true. I love my children with every cell in my body, but there are some issues with that.
With our children, we get mad and feel guilty about their transgressions. What did I do wrong? I am a firm believer in natural consequences to inappropriate behavior. If I were going to take one of my kids out when they were in middle school or high school, and they were rude about it, or threw a fit about it…..natural consequence. I wouldn’t take them. Oh, what a responsible mother I am. A bad report card? Oh no, I didn’t help them enough. Or what is wrong with them that they aren’t studying enough?
Every achievement and every bad decision they make reflects on the parents. Great achievements? “They must have had such a wonderful upbringing.” Every bad decision? “I wonder what goes on in that house.”
But then the grandchildren arrive. Total unconditional love. No guilt on our part. If they screw up, we think of ways to help them. No taking credit away from them by thinking of their successes, phew, we did a good job.
Is it because we’re a generation removed? Maybe, because in my case, they don’t live with me? Sleepovers are awesome, visits a treat. Perhaps it is our visceral reaction to seeing our DNA is being passed down to yet another generation.
I think it’s just love, without our putting conditions on that love.
My opinion. But, to my grandson? I’m……
If you meet me, you will think I’m a healthy woman. I’m 64 years old, but don’t feel that way at all. I’m always unpleasantly shocked when I glance in the mirror and think who is that person?
Now that I’ve stopped coloring my hair (I always felt uncomfortable pouring chemicals on my head….I mean really….society makes us think we need to do that?), and it’s much more salt than pepper, I do look more my age.
Many people think I’m a little younger than 64, though. I tell them it’s because I’m immature.
Anywho, the point I’m taking a long time to make is that while I usually look healthy, on paper I’m old and unhealthy.
I’ve had 4 small strokes (TIAs), have high blood pressure, high cholesterol, some kidney craziness and have a couple of other health issues that I don’t feel like talking about here (depression type issues) and have had a kazillion surgeries.
I don’t like red meat much but love chicken and turkey, and really love desserts and junk food. I eat healthy meals and eat crap in between.
And while I look pretty healthy, I gained a lot of weight over the years. The calories I used to burn off as a teenager and young adult now sit on me like balloons.
Okay, so at any rate, I had oral surgery over the summer, which made me not want to eat as much, so I said let’s try getting rid of sugar. I started to lose weight.
Then in September, I had a mild heart attack. Are you still with me or am I boring you to death? Another brief hospital stay, lots of tests and then bedside visits from 2 cardiologists.
They said that I have to go on a vegan diet. I immediately said okay. But it’s been a tad harder than I thought.
I stopped eating meat, which hasn’t been a hardship, and have been replacing things in my cupboards and refrigerator slowly. Then Christmas came and I couldn’t resist the sweets and other junk foods that abound.
Now I’m eating almost 100% vegan. The one thing left to give up is cheese.
I’ve lost about 30 pounds.
Does anyone know Angela Lidden with her Oh She Glows blog/website ohsheglows.com? My son’s girlfriend gave me The Oh She Glows Cookbook for Christmas. It’s available at Barnes and Noble and on Amazon….that’s the Barnes and Noble link. I’m having a blast trying recipes and finding where everything is in the grocery store. I’m still avoiding the dreaded word my cardiologist keeps using: exercise. Shhhhhh…….I’ll tackle walking next.
I want to share a smoothie recipe of my own that I make almost every day and bring in the car as I commute to work. The first few smoothies that I tried made me want to spit them out (some I did spit out). But just throwing this stuff into a blender, I made a smoothie I love. By the way, I measure nothing, so you’ll have to figure that out for yourself if you’re interested.
Almond milk– the amount I would drink in a glass of milk
Oats – a handful or two
Flaxmeal – a heaping tablespoon
Banana – 1/2 a frozen banana (If you wait until your bananas are on the soft side and cut in half and throw in the freezer, they are sweeter)
Baby carrots – I cut 3-4 in a couple of pieces so they blend better
Frozen fruit – I bought a huge bag of frozen mixed berries. I use a tablespoon or two of those
Baby spinach – Rinse and throw in a couple of handfuls
I have a Ninja Blender (that’s really the brand name) that can make individual servings, so I blend, put the drink lid on it and off to work I go. For newbies, this combo of ingredients may sound strange, but it’s super healthy and delicious.
From start to finish it’s about 5 minutes. Filled with nutrition and a great snack.
Tonight I’m making a new recipe from the Oh She Glows Cookbook.
I’ll let you know how it goes. And please share your recipes if you have some you love.
THE FRESHMEN ARE COMING! THE FRESHMEN ARE COMING!
EVERYONE TO GET FROM STREETS!
Anyone out there who still remembers this movie? The Russians are Coming, 1966
I wrote this 2 years ago, but it holds true as much today as it did then. Except now I have to buy a chrome book, too. In addition to the iPad I had to buy for him for 4th grade. But those other shoppers…..
Feeding frenzy on the Serengeti? No. Back to School Sale at Staples.When a kid is going into 4th grade, there is no reason to have 2 FULL PAGES OF SCHOOL SUPPLIES NEEDED.
List: crayons, markers or colored pencils. Must be 6 or 8 pack ONLY and must be in a box. Staples only has packs of 10 or 12 and only the crayons come in boxes.
Greek Chorus: Are you effin kidding me?
Me: Oh, no! C’mon honey, let’s find the man who works here.
Man who Works There: *sigh* Buy the big ones and leave some at home so there are only 6 in the box (I’m not making this up).
Aside: Harried mother slams her shopping cart into ours.
Me: I’m sorry.
Grandson: But she hit us. She should say she’s sorry.
Greek Chorus: Are you effin kidding me?
And that got us through item #1. Then…
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Really? My car has apparently now become a bee’s nest.
FYI – it isn’t the greatest photo because I was freaking out a little and wanted to make sure that these two (and the others flying around them) were definitely on the outside. Note Angry Bee #1 in lower left corner and Angry Bee #2 in upper right corner. It is not on the tree in the background. It is viciously attacking my driver-side window. Ok I’m being a baby.
So is my car doubling as a bee apartment complex now? I don’t think so.
It’s EVICTION time.