Sunday, April 24, 2016

Vintage Wives


In my late teens and early twenties, fun usually involved things like: drinking, clubs, dancing, concerts, parties, and staying up until the wee hours of the morning.  These days, fun usually involves things like: watching television or movies at home, having one or two alcoholic beverages a week, sleeping, leaving the house without the children, and getting to talk to other adults.  Moms and Dads often have to alternate with each other in order to maximize the amount of fun (and funds) able to be had.  Yesterday was my turn to hang out with some girlfriends for a “Mom’s Day Out”.

Most of the time my friends and I like to aim for a night out, but if something peaks our interest enough, we may make the extra effort to venture out during the day. I myself am not a lover of shopping, like many women are, unless it involves the word “vintage” and “sale”. So, off we went, at 7:30am to drive an hour and a half to a craft and vintage items barn sale!  We had never been to this particular event and had no clue what to expect, but it didn’t matter because we were leaving the house without the kids, during the day, and on a Saturday!

Our first stop was, of course, to Starbucks because we were all wondering what the heck we were thinking, getting up so early on a Saturday. Once we were properly caffeinated, we were on the road again, completely oblivious to the hour and half drive ahead of us, because we were in a car talking to adults! We talked about life, marriage, goals and aspirations, and of course, our kids, because we are moms. We also had a discussion about using Google Maps versus using Apple’s new “maps”, due to some confusion in navigating to our destination. Talk Amongst Yourselves

We finally arrived at our destination: the fairgrounds of a medium sized city, where the sale was inside a barn named after a farm animal. It was much smaller than we had anticipated, but we were way too excited to get out and explore anyways! We got out of the car, put our purses on cross-body style, paid and received the free shopping bag that came with the price of admission. We had to walk past a Mexican food truck in order to enter the barn, and I know we all bookmarked that into our heads for future use.

There was homemade jewelry, signs, clothes, soaps, lotions, and all things repurposed. There was even a live band playing a variety of modern songs including David Guetta (Featuring Sia)’s song “Titanium”, which may seem a strange song choice to sing to a group of ladies (some with husbands and children) shopping for homemade soap and jewelry, unless you have experienced it yourself and know that being “bullet proof” is necessary in order to make your way through the crowds of women trying to make shopping decisions, children in strollers, and husband’s staring down at their cell phones waiting for it  to all be over.

Forty-five minutes later one of my friends bought a wooden sign that read, “I’m sorry for the things I said when I was hungry”, and we all decided it was time to eat.  We headed for the Mexican food truck to fuel up on our “pre lunch” of tacos and tamales, sit down for a minute and regain our energy for the second half of the barn.  The second half ended up only taking us about twenty minutes as we all realized we were tired, our feet hurt, and we were in need of an alcoholic beverage. During our car ride conversation on the way to the barn it was found out that two of us (one being me) had never been into a Sephora before and that I had never been to The Cheesecake Factory, so off we were to a nearby mall so the more “experienced” girls could initiate us into the world of mall makeup and gigantic serving portions. 

After a thirty-minute wait full of lunch selection discussions and saying we couldn’t wait to sit down because our feet hurt, we were finally seated. We immediately ordered our alcoholic beverages and entrees because we were parched and ready for our “main lunch” lunch.  The initiation began for me with a large Bloody Mary, the tastiest Greek salad I have ever had in my life, and an enormous plate of Thai Lettuce Wraps I had to create myself. We took pictures of our food and pictures of each other with our food and things went silent for about ten full minutes, until our eating slowed and we had to come up for air. We picked at our food for the rest of our time there before we asked for boxes and decided to come back for dessert after Sephora.

I have to admit, I was a little nervous about entering Sephora, it looked quite intimidating for a girl who buys most of my makeup at department stores.  I had heard about Sephora before, but being as I wasn’t a regular mall shopper, and that I am cheap, I wasn’t sure what to expect.  Within about five minutes I understood the allure, you can TRY ON THE MAKEUP before purchase! An hour later, with my arms, face, and hands full of glittery makeup and perfume, I walked away with one compact of blush, because, like I said, I’m cheap.

At that point, we were all exhausted and ready to head out on the hour and a half journey home. But first, we had to stop back in to The Cheesecake Factory to get our “post lunch” lunch, to go. With cheesecake and makeup in hand, we searched for our car in the parking lot and headed home. It was quiet again as I’m sure we were all thinking, “I hope the house is clean when we get home”. 

Twenty years ago, a day out with friends would have involved a twenty-ounce coke half filled with whiskey and wouldn’t have even begun until eleven at night! Hell, I used to mosh, crowd surf, and play street hockey with a bunch of guys! But for now, in my intermediate years spent raising a family, I will wear my Sephora blush, while I eat cheesecake in bed, after the kids are asleep (so they don’t ask me for any), while watching Dateline NBC and fall asleep dreaming of times gone buy. Or of murder, because that is what I ended up dreaming about, because you should never fall asleep while watching Dateline NBC.   I'm Bullet Proof by David Guetta Ft Sia

Monday, April 18, 2016

Welcome to IntermediateBeing!

I'm a middle-aged mom, married to a middle-aged dad, we have three middle-aged kids, we are middle class and live in the middle of the country! Many people consider being in the middle of life a time of great boredom. Well, if you consider driving a minivan, sitting at your kids soccer games, and going to bed at 10pm on Friday night boring, then you are right, middle age is a time of great boredom. But what if you love your minivan? What if you love watching your kids play a sport they moderately enjoy? What if you can’t wait to crawl into bed on a Friday night just so you can be alone with Netflix? Well then, you are at the write blogs space! As dull as being in the middle may sound to those who have not yet entered it or those who have survived it (and blocked it out), it is a state of being that is not for the faint of heart, the weak minded, or the easily broken. It drives you to your limits, pushes your boundaries, and changes you for the better inside and out (probably more on the inside). And in the words of Law and Order: SVU, “These are our stories”.   

Dirty Barbies

So yesterday was cleaning day for my husband and I. Since I have been sick for what seems like three months now, our house was in great need of a deep clean, especially my bedroom. In order to accomplish this task with minimal interruptions (minimal with three kids is on average 40 to 50 interruptions), we needed to make sure the kids would be occupied. Our middle child, Charlie (10), was invited to a friend’s house. Our oldest child, Sam (12) was given a list of things to accomplish himself, which meant he would mostly be on his phone. Our youngest, Lily (7), was going to be outside playing in a kiddie pool with a friend since it was such a beautiful day out and that helps keep her from making a big mess INSIDE.

A few hours later, my husband and I were getting a lot accomplished despite having to keep an eye on Lily outside and Sam inside, who needed to be “reminded” to get off his phone and finish his assigned tasks. We noticed the girls were playing with Barbies in the pool and were glad they were having a good time.  I had washed just about every piece of clothing in my bedroom and dusted every nook and cranny I could reach, including the walls. I was determined to rid my chamber of sickness of all disease once and for all and wash all the clothes I hadn’t worn in years because they do not fit. My husband, Will (37) had cleaned the family room and swabbed the many ridges of our overly textured walls, something we have to do way more often than is normal due to my bright idea to paint the walls a dark red. Charlie ended up back at home somewhere within this time and then out in the pool with the girls and the Barbies.

Will and I were feeling accomplished, and tired, when we stopped for a minute to check on the kids. We looked out the window to see the girls laughing, and Charlie suddenly chasing them causing their laughter to turn to screams! Then we also noticed that the water in the pool was a dark brown color, and there were naked Barbies and their clothes scattered all over the ground around the pool.  Some of the Barbies were floating in the pool, some with bathing suits, some without. We went outside to find out what in the world was going on, considering we thought that the girls were playing nicely in the pool with two or three Barbies. Now there were about twenty Barbies scattered all over the muddy ground and a few were also in the driveway surrounded by the fragments of what used to be Dora the Explorers grandparents. 

Our reaction was not pleasant to say the least, and Lily’s friend was sent home, or maybe she just ran home on her own accord, I can't really remember? Then we started the interrogation.  Apparently the girls kept adding Barbies to the pool, there was something about the Titanic disaster, and Charlie “dropped” a Dora grandparent on the cement, a body part fell off, quickly prompting him to try it again and again, and again… Apparently even our oldest had partaken in the muddy, Barbie free-for-all, although we had no idea at the time because he was in the house, clean, sitting on the couch playing on his phone again. We are still unclear about exactly how this mess got so out of hand, but we do know that children are subject to mob mentality as much as adults are and according to them, were not responsible for there actions.


After much yelling, denial, blaming, and minimizing, the children apologized and Lily's friend even came over to do the same.  The best part of the friend coming over to apologize was when she and Lily “reminisced” about the really fun moments they had during the muddy Barbie shipwreck. Charlie was sticking to his story about “dropping” Dora’s abuelos. And hours later, Sam came clean about his involvement, probably more embarrassed about involvement with naked Barbies than worried about the repercussions.  And after hours of cleaning our house and doing loads and loads of laundry, Will had to clean mud out of a kiddie pool, pick up doll clothes and body parts, and I had to give sixteen Barbies a bath and do their laundry.  Law and Order