Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Party Girl

Still recovering from my weekend in Glasgow. Had a fantastic surprise bday planned for D that went off without a hitch.

Have a few stories to share but after giving myself a mild concussion (read: a little bump on the head but we're talking in hypochondriac language here) my head has been fuzzy since we got on our plane home.

Will be back soon.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Letter to the Kid #4 - The big ONE

Happy Birthday Tiger.

Well mister, you've made it. Welcome to single digits. Gone are the days of defining your age by months, although I do think some moms continue to use "he's 18 months" instead of "he's one and half" but not being a mom myself I don't quite get it.

You certainly have made some milestones in this year, first being that you lit up the Bannon-House world when you FINALLY decided to arrive.

I remember waiting anxiously to hear the news. A little part of me thinks my blog willed you to come to be. Perhaps I'm overstating but at least I can live in the fantasy world until you're old enough to talk to me about it.

You are definitley one of the cutest kids in this world - my whole office agrees. There are some kids that you think, aw, he's cute. But no, you are adorable! cheek pinchable! face kissable! You definitely got it going on.

There is still a debate as to who you look like but here, let me help clear it up. When your laughing, you look like your mom. When you're serious, you look like your dad. Joker mom. Serious dad. I would have thought it would be the other way around...

You have probably mastered the dancing you were showing me a couple of months ago. And I'm guessing by the way you were eyeing up the walking 1-and-a-half-year-old Jordan, you are probably booting around the house.

Lucky mom.

It must be a bit weird without mom around all the time because she's working but I'm sure Grandpa Bannon won't work her to the bone. He knows how much she loves playing with you!

I'm not sure if you poor mom has been able to resolve the sitter situation but hopefully you've got somewhere fun to go during the day, other kids to watch and interact with. Just don't come home swearing. Or with any girls. I'm certain you won't have a problem picking any up but just because you're 1 now doesn't mean you can be out galavanting after nap time.

There is one thing you must relish on this day and that's the cake. It's a right of passage to get your birthday cake all over your face..and hands..and arms...and legs...and toes. Remind mom to take pictures. THIS I gotta see.

If I can pass on anything to you about today, it is to make it all about you. Someday, when you get older, life will start to take over on every other day of the year. Your birthday is the one day you can be completely selfish and think only of you. Never work on your birthday, even if you have to call in sick. Even if you only get 10 vacation days a year, use one for this day. It will be one of the best 'you' traditions you could ever start.

I rushed to get a card out to you last week. One thing you will learn about Aunt A's memory is that it comes and goes. I bought the card a month ago, holding onto it so I could write you a letter to arrive with your card, only to find time was running out and the postman was not going to get it to you in time if I didn't send it EXACTLY AT THAT MOMENT. I do hope you got it.

What I wish is that I could watch the cake-devouring, present-opening, Tyeger-smiling event in person. It's hard when you make choices that keep you far away from people you would love to hang with every day.

Maybe I can get a job as your in-house nanny? There are enough rooms now in the house that we wouldn't have to fight over them. Okay, you can have first pick cause you're the kid.

Way to go on this milestone. I know you won't really remember it but it's probably just as important to mom and dad as the day you were born. And every year will become more important than the last.

So try not to roll your eyes too much when mom brings out the cake for you 16 birthday. I'm sure every year she will remember back to today with the image of cake spread all over and you smile spread further.

I know I will.

Monday, August 22, 2005

Food for thought

http://www.alexthegirl.com/
Information is knowledge but how can one (and who should, for that matter) define value in it?

Thursday, August 18, 2005

"It's nice to have a boyfriend"

Friends defined so many of the moments in my life. It's silly to attach yourself to a tv show I know but what other outlet do I find myself laughing at THE SAME EPISODES OVER AND OVER AGAIN? Well, none really?

When Rachel and Ross starting dating, so did D and I. It was, of course, our 'university years' which were filled with much drama but isn't that what university is about? Basically and extension of high school except with no parents to surpervise so the drama becomes more drunk induced and later at night.

When Chandler said "How about we move into together and you understand what I'm talking about", it sort of fell in line with when D and I decided after 5 years it was time to take the plunge.

And it always seemed I had a little bit of competitive Monica in me - when travelling, we had to play Gin Rummy without keeping score because I didn't like the thought of losing. I'm easy going with Trivial Pursuit, all else, I'm pretty much a do or die player.

When Monica and Ross had their dream come true on Dick Clark's Rocking New Year's Eve Special, I could see my siblings and I lighting up at the chance to preform a dance routine on live television - those who have seen the home vidoes know what I'm talking about.

And it was during the drama of "I love Ross, I hate Ross, I love Ross, I hate Ross" that a D saying came about.

When Rachel got her new job at Calvin Klein working with that guy Mark, Ross becomes his insecure self and decides to send her a singing telegram reminding her, 'It's nice to have a boyfriend'.

And since that episode, when D does something sweet or asks if need him to do something sweet, he occassionally will sing the line and put me in stiches.

The thing is the other night, I realised that as funny as the line is, it's actually true.

Women: we DO NOT like things blamed on PMS. It is insulting. It is degrading. It's like saying we're less then men.

Women: there are times when the hormones HAVE taken over, when all the primrose oil and valiumn in the world won't make a difference. We're are pissed. We're emotional. We cry. We want to scream because that..*sniff*...margarine tub...*sniff*...lid JUST WON'T CLOSE!!! *sigh*

Men: the best thing you can do is to sympathise when we are annoyed that one sock is longer than the other and give us a big hug to let us know how frustrated you would be in that situation. we need you to never hold these moments against us, because what's even more frustrating than feeling this way is knowing that you just can't seem to control it and we hate that we're falling apart because we can't decide if we want green beans or broccoli for dinner.

Men: It doesn't make any sense to us either

On Tuesday night when I came home ready to kill all that exists, D simply opened his big arms, wrapped them around my sillyness and gave me hugs and kisses.

He didn't antagonise me. He didn't mention it the next day. He didn't even mention the Friends jingle. He was just there.

It only came to me in the middle of the night, as the hormones were beginning to hibernate for another month, that yes, it REALLY IS nice to have a boyfriend.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Lost

Last night as I was falling asleep, I had all these great 'blog' thoughts.

Perfect posts to erase the previous rant from yesterday.

As I sit at my machine, they are lost. Fallen out of my head.

Must learn to write in the book that on my beside table instead of being so lazy and thinking to myself, 'oh forget it, i'll remember this in the morning'

Ya, right.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Hormonal Hell

I really can't be arsed.

I hate this time of the month. It's always the same - two or three days until the beginning of my friend's visit.

And see, Internet, I don't even give to flying f**ks whether or not I've given you too much information.

I am the grumpiest, frumpiest, most easily-irritated, most unmotivated, annoying human being on the planet.

Just hoping all the ladies in the land can sympathise.

Fingers crossed I'll back when the demons leave.

Aren't you glad you stopped by today?

For more uplifting words go here or here or here or hell, just go here.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Life List

I wish I had the courage to write down everything I wanted like this.

I clicked on it instantly thinking it would be fantastic to see just exactly what we might be on a life list. As I started reading, I became so competitive, I had to stop.

"Why can't I put all that down?" I thought.

So will book mark it and leave it for another day.

I have made a similar list. A list to do before your 30.

That actually scares me even more because I wrote the list when I graduated in 1999 (eek) and didn't expect the bit 3-0 to creep up on me so quickly.

It's packed away in a box, somewhere in D's parent's garage. It's never been looked at, except for the time two of D's asshole friends thought it would be really funny to start going through boxes of stuff in the spare bedroom I let them sleep in. I had just moved in a few weeks before and the usual Saturday night crowd - which I adored partying with - had all crashed at D's..well, it had become ours *sigh*

And not only did they find it but thought it would be funny to start asking me questions like:

"So, A, when do you want to have (insert item here) finished by?"

This was when I realised why it had taken so long for D to ask me to move in. He socialised with 6 year olds.

One of them, P, had become a dear friend of mine, albeit a 6-year-old friend, and I was so hurt that the felt it was okay to go rummaging through stuff in a room that was kindly given to them.

Didn't help that said friend left us high and dry as we moved out of the house to go on our European adventure. He has since been forgiven but I have not felt that sense of betrayal since.

But so this list still sits hidden away in a box. Next time I'm home, I'll dig it out and try not to cry at all the things I have no accomplished on my list and add all the fantastic things I never wrote on the list.

Monday, August 08, 2005

Of Nothingness

A weekend filled with TV, pjs, fun fruit juice (like Blueberry and Raspberry/Pomegranate (sp)) makes Mondays not so bad.

After starting Friday off being annoyed that the clump of phelgm in my throat from smoking cigarettes with my visitors for A WHOLE WEEK, I think my body has recovered and is ready to take on the world.

Thing I accomplished this weekend:

I did ALL THE LAUNDRY! - this never happens on the weekend. It enevitably spills over the Monday /Tuesday

I read - working for a publisher you would think this happens a lot. But it doesn't

I talked to my mom FOR TWO HOURS - this is what happens when you usual weekly conversation doesn't happen for a couple of weeks. I can't WAIT for her to be done her job on Friday. There are some great things happening for her, I just hope they don't happen too soon so she might be able to take a crazy flight to visit me!

I slept - a lot. a alot. a lot. nuff said

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Welcome Little Miss Norah A

You are the reason I have not updated this blog in so long. I really didn't want to say anything on this site until I had a chance to properly welcome you into the world with a few words from me.

You will now join company with 'The Kid', to whom I try to write to, although not as frequently as I should. Your arrival has reminded me I need to more often.

You are most likely wondering who I am.

You've met your goofy dad. You've met your sweet mom. You've met the rest of our crazy family, including your granny - who's head about exploded with excitement into the days leading up to the arrival, your granted - who, from past experience, is an expert at wretching open sliding doors to a hospital emergency room if you find yourself in your parents arms having convulsion within the first year of your life. (I digress but please don't do that to your parents. I'd did it four times and it was SO NOT COOL for them. Me, I don't even remember)

You've no doubt met your uncle, who specifically requested you come with a padded baby suit so that he would never have to worry while babysitting.

You've definitely met your aunt, who in between saving the world from their own unhealthy ways, will no doubt babysit on many occasions.

You have also met your great grandma, who is so happy she can't even speak about you without gushing or crying. This also goes for your great grandpa, although he has done a bit better job at the no-crying bit.

You have not, however met me but I am your middle-name sake.

When your dad told me, after a day of golfing, bbq and a few wee tipples, that if his first born child was a girl he was going to name her Norah A, the first thing I said was:

'Is that because you like the name A?'

He looked at me:

'No,' he smiled and just waited to watch my reaction. 'You've always been there for us.'

Gulp. Sniff Sniff.

I don't know if I'll ever be able to describe the honor that it was to think that if a little girl came into their lives, she would have something the same as me. So much so that I didn't believe him.

But here you are, over two weeks old, named Little Norah A. And I got to speak to your dad the day after you were born! Someday you will laugh at the thought that he still decided to answer the phone even though he was naked brushing his teeth.

He has lost so many of his senses to eternal glee after your birth that he suddenly became what we all become 'A parent who doesn't get embarassed'. I realise now that it's because all other things must have ceased to become important the moment he looked into your eyes.

You'll soon learn that your dad is a bit of a joker but he has such a soft heart, he'd never use his humor to hurt anyone. He has a laugh that fills the room and a cheeky smile that keeps him out of trouble. Someday you must master this smile as it will help to keep you out of trouble with him, although I don't know if you're going to be allowed to leave the house until your 30 so not sure how much trouble you'll actually get in. He is the most honest down to earth person I know. He is someone who will always stand in your corner, no matter what.

Your mom has the kindest heart. She is caring and gentle and she managed to bring out all the best in your dad for all these years. She will play with you and laugh with you and definitely give you fantastic hugs when you are feeling low. She tried very hard to get you here so please remember that when you're 15 rolling your eyes at her because she wants to give you a kiss goodbye before she drops you off at school.

You are the first generation after my generation on my father's side of the family. That's a lot of words that sound like a mouthful but its meaning is simple. You are very special.

Not just to your mom and dad and the rest of the gang above but especially to me.

You are the beginning of exciting years to come. You will learn all about air bands and human pyramids. You will enjoy bbqs and golf games and swimming and lots and lots of laughter.

You have helped to create a whole knew level of friendship amongst the cousins in our family. You have single-handedly made all the old people in our family beam so much I can hear it in their voices over the phone.

You have brought life to all of us.

I can't wait to meet you but until then, Little Miss Norah A, sleep for your mom, smile for your dad and always remember you are loved beyond the ocean.

Your Aunt A