I’m a huge James Bond fan, from the early days of Sean Connery and Roger Moore to today’s Daniel Craig. But I have to confess that none of these dapper secret agents can hold a candle to the one and only international man of mystery. His teeth may be crooked, his hair a mop of messiness, and his style choices a bit flashy, but Austin Powers is and will always be the grooviest spy in my world. Yeah baby! Continue reading “I Spy A Trench Coat”
When our family first adopted our dog Harper a little over a year ago, we weren’t sure what to expect. She was afraid of everything and ran away from all of us. But with constant and reassuring TLC, she became my sidekick and eventually warmed up to my husband and sons. Continue reading “Olive Safari Jacket and Some TLC”
When you’re a mom of teens, compliments from them to you do not come fast and furious. At least not in my household. My teens seem to be mainly concerned about themselves. I don’t say that to be insulting or critical; it’s just a fact of life in Teen World. But last week, I received a compliment from one of my boys and it’s one of those moments that will stay with me forever.
Before my son Hunter had his knee surgery in July, he went on a hike with some of his friends. He said they were complaining about their troubled relationships with their mothers. I think at one point they looked at him to add some validation to their diatribes and he said, “Honestly guys, I don’t have that type of relationship with my mom. She is actually a lot of fun and I like being around her.”
I asked him if he really said that or was he telling me he said that just to make me feel good. He assured me that he said that.
Wow. I know I felt my eyes well up with tears but I didn’t want him to see that because you, know, teens don’t want to be caught hanging with their crying mom. So I turned around quickly, grabbed that moment and locked it away till later.
And when it was later, I couldn’t stop thinking about what he said. Remember Sally Field at the Oscars (yes, I’m that old). You like me! You really like me! I was Sally Field in all her tearful glory. My son actually liked me and he wasn’t afraid to tell his friends. I’m welling up again.
Parent Performance Evaluations?
In a blended family of step-kids and step-parents, the blending takes time. Even when the blender is going really strong, things don’t always come out as smoothly as we’d like. But my husband and I try our hardest to ensure that each one of our kids knows that we love him no matter what.
Sometimes, it is hard to know how we’re doing. At work, most people are evaluated on their performance. I always knew I did well based on my boss’ feedback, the scores in my evaluation and subsequent raise. But parents don’t receive a performance evaluation (unless you base it on the number of rolled eyes, grunts and time spent in their bedrooms as feedback from teens), and we certainly don’t receive a raise from our kids. Sometimes it feels like we’re just grasping in the dark. But then you hear a compliment from your kid masked in a story about an afternoon out with friends, and all I can say is that I’ll take that over a raise any day.
Our dog, Harper, tried running away this weekend and we were terrified. Luckily, she didn’t get far, thanks to some strangers who helped to catch her. I guess if I had a bunch of strangers running at me yelling and trying to grab me, I’d run away, too. We are just happy that Harper was not successful in her escape attempt.
One thing I’ll never run away from are polka dots, especially a polka dot dress. I love the sheath style of this dress! It’s figure skimming, but not low cut, too high or too tight.
One of my “unofficial” tasks in my last job was to help individuals figure out what to wear to work. It wasn’t part of my duties as assigned, but more often than not, my boss would ask me to speak to someone about their outfit choices. It wasn’t an easy task, but I tried my best to help them consider appropriate clothes for their position and the organization. Continue reading “Black Sheath Dress To Wear To Work”