Month: April 2019

That’s a tough one. I bet some of you haven’t thought about it in a very long time, if at all. What to wear? Your fancy pants or your smarty pants? The Boomlennial, I fear, often gets in a rut. You have your days mapped out in an unmemorable way. But now that I’ve given you homework, step up your game. Speaking of homework (I know I know we’re not), I attended Grandparent’s Day at my wees school and it was amazing. The teaching methods were way beyond anything anybody has experienced. Yes, anybody. (I speak for the world). Gone are the big fat pencils and wide-lined paper. No rows of desks, but tables where the kids can move around and sit where they want. No chalkboards but big screens in the front of the room where the magic happens, and it does. I had a blast. The kids all have ‘tablets’ which my wee had to correct me when I went the wrong direction in my thinking. Yes, yes, I get it. Like an IPad. I know I know. (Did my wee wee roll her eyes worriedly?) They have PIN numbers and usernames and more bells and whistles then the building. It would be hard Not to learn. The ‘games’ had my mind churning and I wanted to keep playing/learning. Who knew That could be so fun? Next the big screen has you up singing and dancing and panting while you’re making a Purple stew with your virtual friends with wonderful Purple ingredients that would make Prince downright giddy, and I don’t think giddy was his forte. No wonder the wees love school! I’m sure because of the audience they were showcasing the very good stuff, but it was so natural for the kids. ‘Screen time’ gets a bad wrap, but I need to give it a rest. This is the world. And I do love it, but somehow I thought the good old days were still happening, even though I got my business degree from Google. The kids still have their ten spelling words a week, but can practice on the ‘tablet’ instead of the tablet which would have been a mess of erasure marks. Sooooo, I meandered a bit there. Have you been thinking about your perfect date?? I’d have to say April 29th. It’s not too hot and not too cold. All you need is a light jacket. #toocoolforschool

Having just weekended through Easter, I can’t help but recall the Boomlennial experience of when I was a wee one. Yes it will always be the joy of the season. You know, eating chocolate without getting yelled at, nor dealing with a week of massive zits. But I also miss freezing through the day in a very chic new dress with an itchy nylon slip that made it poof out just so. Terrible to sit in, but when you looked that good who would want to! Getting the Easter bonnet (who even uses that word?), white gloves and oooo-lala those shiny patent leather shoes was just what it was about. I’m not sure if I truly do remember all that, or because it was one of the three days a year that was always memorialized with a picture. Maybe even a few. And all day it was. This family, that family. Church. To the park where a giant basket still stands, which is quite amazing considering the rest of the city is one big crime scene. Very festive yellow tape, however. Guess even criminals love candy. Now, however, I think the holiday has gotten B status. Even Halloween has been upgraded and costumes gets more of a consideration than the Easter outfit. The singing has changed considerably, too. The modern churches now spout weird songs about the blood of lambs in three lines that they repeat twenty times until I’m hypnotized. Too cool (or lacking real musicality) to sing the traditional He is Risen songs that I still have nightmares about. The ham foodfest is still a keeper, but then you end up with a lot of the day with no presents to open or football to watch. Some families enjoy(?) throwing in some Llama Llama Holiday Drama (great book BTW) so at least you’ll have something to rehash the next year. Always fun. I did attend an egg hunt with my two wee ones and it was a classic. They were positioned behind the rope ready to make a dash for the eggs as soon as it was dropped. Whoosh! And two steps in one of my wees saw a big worm on the ground and bent down to study it. Yep that’s my boy. Gosh I love Easter.

I am tired of adulting. I didn’t mind it for awhile. Kind of got into it when I could make the rules and people actually followed them. But now I’m over it and can’t seem to resign. Much like the auto reply message, yeah don’t. It was quite convenient a few years back when you could be off the grid a bit, but alas, just doesn’t work anymore. You are always on call whether you want to be or not. Have you ever texted someone and imagine them reading it but not replying? Even if they’re not, you know they are so what’s the point of the exercise? (Yes that made total sense.) Adulting is like that. You do know best. Even if you don’t. You are in charge. Even if you’re not. See what I’m saying here? Me either. (I do). Which brings me to the Grande Dame of churches and her horrific fire. Our Lady was the grandest and kept her beauty by constant maintenance. She survived wars and bombings and the elements for over eight hundred years, but it didn’t come easy. She was constantly surrounded by scaffolding which marred her luster. Similar to driving in a construction zone on the highway, I feel like I’d rather just enjoy the bumpity old girl because I’ll never see the shiny new wrinkleless one. Guess that is what adulting is all about. Acceptance of things. Or not.

is hard to do. I am now coming to the end of my second longest relationship. And it’s been one of my best. I don’t like to name names but since probably no one even knows who my girl crush is, I guess it will be ok. I hope she’s not reading. But I would be thrilled if she was. Kathie Lee Gifford is finally calling it quits on TV sigh. I should be sad but we had a long run and she is finally getting on my last nerve as long pairings tend to do. I first fell for her when I was a young bride and she was living the life I lusted after. She was dating Frank Gifford who was an NFL hall of famer and hosting Monday Night Football. KLG was living large. MNF (don’t get confused here) was in its infancy and the place to be for everyone at the time. There weren’t many channels out there and having another football game on a Monday was about as exciting as most of us could handle. KLG was traveling with Frank to all the games and occationally would sit in the booth with him swoon. She was my age but with better clothes, makeup, and plane tickets. THEN (cigarette break), she would be on Regis and Kathie Lee Tuesday morning to talk all about it. Love. I couldn’t wait. Planned my whole day around that show to relive the evening with my best girlfriend. She was that person. My girl crush continued over the years as we both procreated and she shared her experiences. I couldn’t get enough. If she was on a late night talk show, I was up(ish) and waiting. This from someone who works to make it to sunset. I lost track of her for awhile, but would still see a magazine with her mug on it and race to catch up with her. By this time she was on the third hour of the Today show, which is really bad BTW, but daytime TV sets such a low bar it kind of fit in. I don’t watch daytime TV a lot but it scares me to think my female sistas are being marketed to this way. Dribble dribble. Anyyyyway, then her husband Frank died, and I had to be there for her. I watched and cried with her and felt the pain behind her laughter. She performed and I became glued again. Old crushes are hard to get over. Now she is moving on with her life and I like what I see. She got her sea legs back, and is getting involved in new beginnings. I will miss her, but she possesses (yes I looked up the spelling) that Boomlennial spirit that I wish for all of us. Girlfriend, you were the best.