Work Dude: Your kids seriously don't drink anything but milk or water?
Mrs Big Dubya: 'lil Dubya drinks some watered down apple juice, but yeah.... other than that it's just milk and water
Work Dude: Wow, that's pretty good
Mrs Big Dubya: Yeah, but we go through something like 6 gallons of milk a week
Work Dude: 6 gallons? man that's a lot of milk -- where on earth do you keep six gallons of milk
Mrs Big Dubya: The beer fridge
Work Dude: The beer fridge?
Mrs Big Dubya: Yeah, we've got a fridge in the basement where we keep the beer -- we put some of the milk in there too -- it's a full size fridge, so it comes in handy
Work Dude: You actually have a fridge full of beer and milk?
Mrs Big Dubya: Yeah, pretty much
Work Dude: Hmmmmm
The odd thing, this whole conversation didn't seem weird to me -- just everybody else who heard it. I'm wondering if maybe we've got issues
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I was 17 years old.
He was 19, young -- handsome -- funny -- he had a fake ID, and he was paying attention to me.
Nobody ever paid attention to me -- this was a first. I liked the attention, but didn't really appreciate it -- I was getting ready to go off to college -- he didn't want to hold me back -- we became great friends.
He visited me in college -- everyone predicted we'd end up together -- we were Harry & Sally, but no, we weren't meant to be together that way -- it was almost like we loved each other too much to settle for each other.... if that makes any sense.
We helped each other celebrate new loves, and then get over broken hearts..... we went to our friends' weddings together -- we kept each other company while we waited for "the one"
We talked all night after his girlfriend broke his heart
He took me out drinking when some guy blew me off
I held his hand the day his mother passed away
I was nervous the day I had to tell him I was getting married -- there was no need to be, he was so happy for me.... he had faith that his "one" was out there.... and she was.
I was thrilled the day he told me he'd met "her", the day he called to tell me he'd bought a ring.... the day he called to tell me that they were expecting a baby..... and the day he called to tell me that they'd named his beautiful baby daughter after his mom.
I cried like a baby when I read that he'd died
I sobbed uncontrollably when I knelt before his casket to say goodbye, when I embraced his wife and thanked her for taking care of my guy, for making him so happy, for giving him his daughter, for showing him the gift of true love and profound joy.
He was 39, older but still handsome -- and gone way too soon
Rest in Peace my dear friend
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Let me be clear -- I have a cell phone, I have a blackberry and yes, I have a laptop... two of them actually. And yes, I bring some subset of the group with me just about everywhere I go.
But, can't we just unplug sometimes? Just for a few hours?
Case in point, a few weeks ago we were at a First Communion party for our nephews -- and while outside watching the kids play -- husband is on the blackberry. After seeing him whip it out a half a dozen times, I finally asked "What is so important?"..... he got annoyed and it was put away.
Over this past weekend we went to a concert.... our first "date night" in months and everybody in the place, including my date, was recording the concert with their blackberry/cellphone.
Seriously?
Why are you there if you are so busy working your phone that you aren't even watching the show? Do you really need to take a fuzzy picture of the act on stage? Okay fine, maybe you need one -- but do you need dozens of them? Do you absolutely need to post a photo of the beer you are drinking on Twitter? It looks remarkably like the last one you had -- and I suspect it will be indistinguishable from the next one too, no?
Can't we please just unplug once in a while?
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I might make this a regular series....
One kid -- you hope you can finish your lunch before the kid wakes up from his/her nap....
Three kids -- you just accept the fact that your lunch is the crust you cut off the grilled cheese and/or peanut butter & jelly sandwich and there's no chance of you actually being able to sit down and eat it -- just jam it into your mouth and be grateful you can chew.
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When you have one kid and he/she pees and/or pukes in your bed, you get up immediately and change the sheets -- anything else would be disgusting.
When you have three kids and one of them pees and/or pukes in your bed..... again. You wipe it up the best you can and throw a towel over it. You can change the sheets in the morning.... you need sleep so badly, you don't care how disgusting it is.
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MrsBigDubya: What would you like for dinner?
'lil Dubyette: Hot dogs
Mrs BigDubya: Okay, I'll make you hot dogs
'lil Dubyette: Not dirty ones
Mr Big Dubya: Huh?
'lil Dubyette: I don't want dirty hot dogs
Mrs Big Dubya: Got it, you don't want dirty ones -- I'll make sure they are clean
Mr Big Dubya: Huh?
Mrs Big Dubya: She doesn't want them on the grill -- she doesn't like them to be charred
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