6 years.....6 long years ago I created this blog. At that time I had just finished my undergrad program in History, Politics, and Society and had began working as a clerk in a large law firm in downtown Riverside while I applied to law schools. I was also dating this pretty cute and amazing guy named Gabriel. So many events have transpired in those last six years....change in careers, moving from the inland empire back to the beach, discovering a love for cooking, the passing of my two grandmothers, marriage (that cute amazing guy turned out to be the man of my dreams), dealing with cancer (Dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer), losing a cat and adopting a dog for starters.
Looking back at the past really puts things in perspective for me, and I'm sure many of you would agree. When I reminisce I remember all the happy events I've been blessed to be a part of; how many challenges I've overcome; mistakes I've made (and lessons learned); and it makes me appreciate the loving support of family and friends and bolsters my enthusiasm and hope for the future.
With that being said, I truly regret not keeping up with my bloggarino because as we all know memories fade into the abyss...
What my hope is for this blog to be an ongoing open book of my life. I want to make it so my family (future unborn child?) and myself can sift through the archives and understand the who, what, where and why that makes me who I am. Many of my "outlets" will be presented, for instance images of time spent being out in nature, chronicles of travel, fashion faux pas and fashion masterpieces (hopefully the latter will outperform the former!), foodie goodies, and more.
I hope you come back and visit often, and if you have a blog/journal/online diary of your own, please do not hesitate to share it!
Aloha,
Crystal
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Monday, August 07, 2006
Parent Traps
10:00 PM PDT on Saturday, August 5, 2006
JEFF GIROD
I don't have kids, but I'm looking into a short-term lease, maybe some kind of rent-to-own program.
Not having children makes me the perfect person to dispense some overdue advice to you parenting types.
Moms, dads, I know your automatic response: "What does he know about raising kids if he doesn't have any?"
Exactly.
It means I haven't gone insane yet from watching the same "SpongeBob" DVD 600 times.
Consider this a letter of concern from the rest of us, the non-breeders.
We're the ones sitting at the restaurant table next to yours, trying to keep down a $20 steak while your newborn spits up dessert like a Snoopy snow cone machine.
I'll put our grievances in numerical order, because I know how much parents like to count. Make believe it's back-to-school night!
1. Your kids are not that interesting. It's true. That "story" you told us about how little Jimmy calls it a "caw" because he can't pronounce "cat?"
The whole time we were daydreaming about something better, like that one time you just kept walking and didn't destroy 10 minutes of our lives with another boring conversation.
I'm reluctant to even call it a "story," because stories have a point and a merciful conclusion.
The only reason your kids seem interesting to you is because they're YOUR kids.
If your kids were really that wonderful, they'd have their own show on Nickelodeon, and you wouldn't have to pay people to baby-sit.
2. Your kids are twice as annoying. Just because you think it's normal for your 6-year-old to swing his legs and kick the back of my chair, doesn't mean I should tolerate it until his Kool-Aid buzz wears off.
Maybe letting him eat gummy bears for breakfast wasn't a good idea, even if it was the only way to stop him from trying to set fire to his sister.
I can only imagine putting up with that behavior 24 hours a day. But that's what Chuck E. Cheese's and McDonald's play lands are for.
Put your kid in the cage with the plastic balls and smelly diapers, and go take a break with the other parents.
Maybe they'll look at your wallet photos.
3. Peel the stick-figure stickers off of your car window -- unless the point is to have your kids traded like currency on the black market.
Not following?
Here's an example:
Let's say you have a van with five stick figures on the back of it and their names printed underneath -- two parents, Marge and Bill, two kids, Dave and Sarah, and a cat named Freckles. Now say little Sarah is walking home by herself ...
"Hi, Sarah, your cat is lost. Bill asked me to pick you up, while your mom and Dave go search for Freckles in the van."
Hey, Mensa, maybe the mall kiosk sells a sticker of the route Sarah takes to school.
You can put it next to her honor student one.
10:00 PM PDT on Saturday, August 5, 2006
JEFF GIROD
I don't have kids, but I'm looking into a short-term lease, maybe some kind of rent-to-own program.
Not having children makes me the perfect person to dispense some overdue advice to you parenting types.
Moms, dads, I know your automatic response: "What does he know about raising kids if he doesn't have any?"
Exactly.
It means I haven't gone insane yet from watching the same "SpongeBob" DVD 600 times.
Consider this a letter of concern from the rest of us, the non-breeders.
We're the ones sitting at the restaurant table next to yours, trying to keep down a $20 steak while your newborn spits up dessert like a Snoopy snow cone machine.
I'll put our grievances in numerical order, because I know how much parents like to count. Make believe it's back-to-school night!
1. Your kids are not that interesting. It's true. That "story" you told us about how little Jimmy calls it a "caw" because he can't pronounce "cat?"
The whole time we were daydreaming about something better, like that one time you just kept walking and didn't destroy 10 minutes of our lives with another boring conversation.
I'm reluctant to even call it a "story," because stories have a point and a merciful conclusion.
The only reason your kids seem interesting to you is because they're YOUR kids.
If your kids were really that wonderful, they'd have their own show on Nickelodeon, and you wouldn't have to pay people to baby-sit.
2. Your kids are twice as annoying. Just because you think it's normal for your 6-year-old to swing his legs and kick the back of my chair, doesn't mean I should tolerate it until his Kool-Aid buzz wears off.
Maybe letting him eat gummy bears for breakfast wasn't a good idea, even if it was the only way to stop him from trying to set fire to his sister.
I can only imagine putting up with that behavior 24 hours a day. But that's what Chuck E. Cheese's and McDonald's play lands are for.
Put your kid in the cage with the plastic balls and smelly diapers, and go take a break with the other parents.
Maybe they'll look at your wallet photos.
3. Peel the stick-figure stickers off of your car window -- unless the point is to have your kids traded like currency on the black market.
Not following?
Here's an example:
Let's say you have a van with five stick figures on the back of it and their names printed underneath -- two parents, Marge and Bill, two kids, Dave and Sarah, and a cat named Freckles. Now say little Sarah is walking home by herself ...
"Hi, Sarah, your cat is lost. Bill asked me to pick you up, while your mom and Dave go search for Freckles in the van."
Hey, Mensa, maybe the mall kiosk sells a sticker of the route Sarah takes to school.
You can put it next to her honor student one.
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