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We All Need to Be Like Rosie Sometimes

by bride35

It’s Lynne!

Some of you may not get to watch a lot of daytime television, so you might not be familiar with Sophia Grace and Rosie.  The British cousins (9 and 5 years old) posted a video of themselves singing Nicki Minaj’s “Super Bass” on You Tube, and became sensations, as people on You Tube are wont to do, and Ellen Degeneres had them onto perform.  They have since become a fixture on “Ellen”, coming back  a bunch to sing (several times with Nicki Minaj), and have actually covered the red carpet at awards shows for “Ellen”, and are totally, totally, freaking adorable and enthusiastic and happy.  See them have tea with Hugh Grant! See? Adorable!!

Now, you can see from the videos that Sophia Grace, the older cousin, is the vocal one of the group, doing most of the singing and talking, while the younger Rosie does a lot of dancing in the background, and sometimes seems to just sit there. But this is why I love her. There are interviews where Sophia Grace is answering questions, while Rosie is sitting there in the big chair, watching herself in the monitor, thrilled to be wearing a tutu and tiara on television.  She is just happy to be there.   Sure, Sophia Grace is the power behind the performances (and she is lovable and quite talented), but Rosie is the quiet one,  who while not as aware as Sophia Grace, just seems psyched to be along for the ride.  And I love that. Sometimes you just have to enjoy the ride.


Being “Mom Enough” Without Making Other People Feel Crappy

by bride35

It’s Lynne here.

So yesterday, my dear sister Leslie wrote this  post about that Verizon commercial where the mom and her adult daughter cry and sob because the daughter is moving away (although NOT that far), and buy Verizon phones to keep their seemingly co-dependent relationship on track.  And when Leslie put the post on her Facebook page, discussion also veered to this: a Time Magazine article and cover that has people all a tizzy. On the front of the issue is a picture of a mom breastfeeding her three-year old son, and a headline that reads “Are You Mom Enough?”.  The article is about attachment parenting, a philosophy all about nuturing and emotional attachment, and among it’s tenents encourages co-sleeping and extended breastfeeding (I know that there is more to it than that, so I apologize for simplyfying for the sake of this post).  Like I said, this magazine cover has spawned the aforementioned tizzy and I think that was the point.  Putting a child standing on a chair to reach his mom’s breast emphasizes how large he is, and the headline is supposed to set up a fight between supporters and non-fans of this theory.  And I, about to jump into the Mom-olympics, really wants no part of this fight.

Ya see, I have friends who practice attachment parenting, I also have friends who let their kids sleep in their own rooms and cry it out, and some who breastfed for a few months, or didn’t at all.  And guess what? They all have pretty freaking amazing kids.  Look, I am a newbie at all of this. I am listening to the advice and reading the books and the internet stories, and it seems to me that it is fruitless to try to start a fight between moms with different ways of raising their kids. It seeks to serve nothing but to make people feel really superior to “those weirdos”, wherever you stand, or it just makes everyone feel inferior. And that freaking stinks.  It may seem simplistic  to say, but if it’s not hurting your kids, can’t you just do whatever works for you and your family at the time?  Being a mom (or dad), it would seem, is hard enough without other people trying to make you feel bad because you did something different than they did.  As an about-to-be Mommy, I appreciate people’s opinions, and input, and I hope that no one is upset if I decide to do what feels right for our family, just as you did for yours. Then YAY, everybody wins, Most of all, your kids, because isn’t who this is supposed to be about?


A cranky Gen-Xer snarks on Verizon’s crying mother/daughter pair

by bride35

Hey! How do you turn this thing on? Doesn't it just sing the directions to you?

Leslie here! I remember once asking my mother whether, if cell phones had existed on a widespread basis in the 1990s, if she would have paid for my cell phone  into my 20s.

“I don’t know if I would have paid for your cell phone when you were a teenager,” she answered. And this is the woman who, along with my father, did not get my sister and I our own landline until our senior year in high school, and we had ONE handset that we had to pull between our rooms. We also had one stereo that we had to share and no TV in our rooms. So I know she meant it.

And you know what? I get it. And I get that this is one of the reasons those Verizon commercials with the hysterically weeping mother and daughter drive me nuts. You may have seen the original version, where the two walk in sobbing so hard they’re subtitled. The source of all of the embarassing waterworks: The daughter has gotten her own apartment and is bereft, I tells ya, BEREFT, that she is going to be so far away from her mother. Her mother is worried that she’ll get lost. They cry some more. The daughter explains that the RAZR has GPS and her mother is somewhat consoled, although she’s still leaking like she got poked in the tear ducts. The creeped out salesman goes to the back to get two.

Good thing, too. Because it’s of the utmost importance that this man assist this obviously co-dependant close pair in keeping the lines of communication open across the yawning, cavernous distance of 4.2 miles. That might not even be in the same time zone. I don’t know if they even speak the same language that far away. Are passports involved?

Yes. 4.2 miles.

The updated commercial changes the distance to 15 miles, and the crying is toned down just slightly so the subtitles aren’t needed…but still I’m flummoxed. This daughter isn’t leaving for college. She’s getting her own apartment in the same town as her parents. And there’s a danger of her getting lost either 4 or 15 miles away? Fifteen miles is, like, going to the mall. It’s a 15-ish minute drive away on the Interstate. It is not that far. If you get lost going 15 miles away from home, then maybe you don’t need your own apartment. Maybe you need a GPS installed in your arm. And a collar around your head like a sad puppy.

Obviously, we’re supposed to think these women are a little over the top – the freaked-out employee is our rolling eye – but there’s still something in the commercial that’s supposed to appeal to somebody. And I imagine it’s the ever-hovery Helicopter Parents of Gen-Y, those apparently coddled, smothered, other-parented folks who have never left home without a cell phone. You want a good game show? Call it “Map.” Plant a bunch of folks between the ages of 15 and 22 in a location less than 10 miles from their home, and make them find their way home without a cell phone. No GPS. No calling Mommy for a ride. Make them ask someone for directions, or ask to use a payphone. Or buy a map. Or a bus schedule. And then figure out how to use it.

The first one home wins. The rest get a backpack, a bus token and a clue.

I imagine that Verizon got some bad feedback from the 4.2 mile version and decided to make mom and daughter a little less pathetic, because they don’t want their customers to think that they think they’re idiots. And let’s not even talk about the fact that Missy can get her own apartment but still needs to be on her parents’ cellphone plan. They’re laughing at these ladies…but not too hard, in case you out there resemble them and are in need of a really good phone.

I’m gonna call my mother now and see what she would do if I was crying about being 15 miles away from her. I wonder what she’ll say when she stops laughing.


Do Yourself a Favor and Read This Book.

by bride35

It's Good.

It’s Lynne!!

I got a Kindle for my birthday, and like I do when I am in the library, I can never remember the names of the books I was supposed to get. I had a hard time figuring out what my first E-book should be. Then I remembered that there was this new book by Rachel Dratch (you know her from “Saturday Night Live” as Debbie Downer. Ooh, or from that funny skit she and Will Farrell used to do where they always called each other “Lovah”) about her life post-SNL, both career-wise and personally, including her surprise entry, at 44, into first-time motherhood.  The book is called, ” Girl Walks Into a Bar”, and it is funny and real and honest and I loved it.  If you are a fan of Miss Dratch’s (I am), you should read it, but even if you weren’t an SNL fan, you should read it anyway.  It’s a wonderful true-life story of someone who always considered herself a little awkward (been there?) and who had counted herself  out for ever having a family because of her age, and who thought she knew the way her story would end. And she was pleasantly surprised by who she is becoming, even at an age where we resign ourselves to wherever we are. But you know that’s not true, right, Sweet Mid-lifers? Well, it’s not. There can always be another chapter to your life, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.  Read the book. You will guffaw out loud. You will see yourself in some of it.  And you will want to step out and do something you thought you couldn’t, no matter how little.  So go get it already.


Loving Advice and Relief for Moms-to-Be Who Have No Idea

by bride35

Lynne here.

Not a long post today, but I had to share.  I am, in about a month, about to become a mom for the first time, at the age of 41.  My husband and I are excited, mostly, but also a little nervous but not overly scared.  However, the closer the day gets, the more I realize that there are things that I haven’t thought about yet, and plans I haven’t made, and books I haven’t read, and the pump goes WHERE (?) and as zen as I am trying to be, I get the creeping sense that I should be more prepared.  And then today I received a gift.  It was a video that Good Friend Joo, a mom of a pre-schooler,  posted on my Facebook wall.  It’s called “Reflections of Motherhood”, and it features real moms holding up placards printed with what they would tell themselves if they could back to right before their first child was born.  And it’s stunning, honest stuff like, “It’s okay to want a break”, “Millions of parents have survived sleep deprivation”, and the one that makes me feel the best, “It’s okay to be scared”.  It’s loving, and direct, and while prior information from experts is great, I will remember these simple bits of experience as I stumble through the next bit of my life.  Hope it helps you on wherever you are on the parent train; not going on the journey, waiting for your train, getting on, just sat down, firmly comfortable in your seat, or about to get off. Enjoy.


Putting Off the Big Day Because of the Big Dollars

by bride35

Lynne here.

This article is about weddings. But not bears. But if I was invited to this wedding, I would go.

Okay, so I was watching the 6am news last week, and they were previewing a story that I think was going to be on the “Today” show about how because of the economy, there were brides and grooms putting off their wedding for as much as two years so that they could save up and have the dream wedding they wanted.  And this made sense and made me sad at the same time.  I LOVE weddings. LURVE them. I have been planning weddings in my head since the first time I got my hands on a bridal magazine at like age 10.  I always had a list of bridesmaids in my head that changed over the years, and I would hear songs on the radio and choreograph my entrance into the church in my car. Mind you, this started way before I got engaged, and shoot, when the engagement was imminent (we did pre-engagement counseling with a pastor to uncover any issues before we bought stuff), I did this wedding guest list on a plane and just with my people it was a bunch of folks. Seriously. But when we started planning, it was back to life, back to reality. This was because we were paying for our own wedding and couldn’t afford that, and also due to the fact that after dating for 2 1/2 years, we didn’t want a long engagement.  We just wanted to start that part of our lives together, and that meant that we got married 2 months after the proposal.  Which meant that once we made that decision, it logically meant that we had to plan a wedding with the resources that we had in front of us. It did mean that there were things that I had always thought I would have at my wedding that I couldn’t (like a mashed potato bar, but I finally got that at my baby shower), and people that I wasn’t able to invite because the guest list was smaller.   We didn’t want to owe money later, so used savings. money from a retirement fund, and the unsolicited but TRULY appreciated help of friends and family who did our photography at a discounted rate, or contributed to our flower budget, or bought my veil (GRANDMA!!!!), or straight up gave us money to put towards the wedding bill.  And I found that when I had planned the wedding in my head, I didn’t take into account that maybe the person I married would also have an opinion, so there was a lot of compromise. So in the end, I didn’t have the wedding I had been dreaming of for almost 30 years, but it turned out to be the wedding I couldn’t have possibly dreamed of. Because even with my vivid imagination, I never could have come up with something so beautiful and lovely and loving and heartfelt and musical and honest as what we got. And there were waffles involved.

Now, this is my story. I know people the same age as us who took time to save towards the big day and had year-long engagements and big, beautiful weddings that were just as authentic and passionate and touching as ours was.  But it goes to personal preference.  And they didn’t postpone their weddings so they could have bigger ones. They just knew that having the wedding they really wanted meant taking some time.  How about you? If you had a wedding planned but realized that you couldn’t afford it in the time you wanted to do it, would you revise your vision to start the union, or would you be okay with holding off until you could get what you have always wanted?  Tell us what you think, and share personal stories/opinions/stuff if you got it!


Go You! It’s Your Birthday!

by bride35

I wrote a thing a few weeks ago about things you never, ever get too old for, like Easter baskets.  So, here is another one.

Last week, Leslie and I (for anyone reading this blog for the first time, it is written by twin sisters) turned 41, and we each celebrated in our own special ways.  I took myself out to lunch and read a good book on my new Kindle (thanks, husband), and that night, we enjoyed the free birthday pizza and a free birthday movie rental because I signed up for various and sundry things.  Then I went home and watched “The Muppets”. And Leslie spent the day enjoying a beachfront hotel with her husband and friends (that’s how the South Floridians do it).  We both freaking enjoyed ourselves.  We come from a birthday-appreciating family. One of my aunts used to celebrate 1 day for every year she was old.  We do birthday dinners. We buy gifts. We dig birthdays.

So obviously, in my opinion, you never get too old to celebrate your birthday.  Maybe you take the day off, or maybe you go to dinner, or you go on vacation, or you rent a Redbox, or your kids take you to McDonald’s.  It doesn’t really matter WHAT you do, or where you go, or if you go anywhere.  But in my opinion,  it’s an awesome time to celebrate you, and the blessing it is to be alive for another year.  And if it’s your friends or family members who are celebrating, it’s a cool time to acknowledge that you are glad they are here by calling, or even sending out a FB message.  All that to say, we get so freaking busy we don’t take the time to slow down and revel in the birthday-ness of it all, and that’s a shame.  I am giving you permission, if you don’t do it at any other time,  to just take some time when your date of birth next rolls around and just do you, whatever that means.  You deserve it.


“Grey’s Anatomy,” cheating and who your person should be

by bride35

Are they gonna make it? The decision is theirs (and the writers, of course.)

Leslie here. It’s been ages since Lynne watched “Grey’s Anatomy” regularly – the silliness of the romance-go-round, the increasingly dumb “ER”-esque all-hands-on-decks crisis plots (“Tonight: A UFO full of killer alien sharks lands on Seattle Grace!”) got on her nerves. But I couldn’t help but call her this morning to muse about last night’s episode, where our favorite doctors were preparing to take their medical board exams in the midst of personal emergencies, adorable babies with the stomach flu, cheating and the world’s fastest airplanes that can magically get a doctor back and forth between Seattle and San Francisco at will, in like 30 minutes.

The thing that struck me was the late-episode conversation between Meredith (Ellen Pompeo), trying not to puke her guts out from the stomach flu given to her by the aforementioned adorable baby, the blessed Zola, and prickly genius bestie Cristina (the brilliant Sandra Oh), through the closed door of Meredith’s hotel room so that Cristina wouldn’t catch any of her flu germs the night before the boards. The show has established that no matter what their romantic status – Meredith is currently happily married to Dr. Derek “McDreamy” Shepard (Patrick Dempsey), while Cristina is barely hanging on to civility with husband/professional brooder Dr. Owen Hunt (Kevin McKidd) – they are each other’s “person.” Sometimes this is good – I have a few incredibly close girlfriend soul mates who have been my brain and heart for ages, and who I go to in a different way than I go to my husband.

But…and I mean this…my husband is my ultimate person. This was not an easy transition – I got married at 38, almost 39, and my friends, many of whom I’ve literally known more than half my life – and it was an adjustment to rely on one person so much. But that’s the sweet, scary part about marriage and committed relationships – the awesome, crazy risks you take, and how vulnerable you are to the person you gave your heart to. Cristina and Meredith still have some issues with this – when Owen and Cristina were in counseling about their various issues, including the abortion she had that he was opposed to, he yelled “I should be your person!” (I think we can all agree that no matter what your feelings on abortion are, that they should be discussed before you, you know, get married. Ditto whether you want to have children. Right? Geez.)

Last night, as I said, the couple was as far away from each other emotionally as Pat Buchanan is from leading a pro-Obama rally. He admitted that he had cheated on her, partially because he was drunk and stupid, and partially because he was still devastated over the abortion and not being able to talk about it with her. And she pretty much checked out emotionally and hasn’t really dealt with him or consulted him about anything in her life, including where she’s going to move and go work after the boards.

Meredith found out accidentally about Owen’s cheating, because he assumed, her being his wife’s person and all, that she had told her. But she hadn’t, which, to me, pointed to the fact that Cristina was finally learning some boundaries, or priorities (or maybe she just completely didn’t want to deal with it.) And last night, even though Cristina went back and forth in the same conversation about whether she’d be leaving Owen and headed to Hopkins or some other far-off hospital, she said something else that showed that her reasoning, or maybe her personhood, had evolved.

Meredith, because she is used to always solving Cristina’s issues or at least at trying to, offered to let her move in with she and Derek, and was sort of stunned that Cristina hadn’t decided to be done with her marriage.

“He cheated,” she said – and let us remember that even though McDreamy didn’t tell her that he was estranged but still married to his cheating wife when they got together, there was some coupling going on even after that, and…hi…pot, kettle, blackness. But Cristina said something that was incredibly wise – not necessarily right, because right is defined by the couple, and their feelings and situations – but wise. She told Meredith that she realized that Owen, while wrong, had gotten drunk and had sex with someone once, and that she could even see herself doing that at some point, if pushed. And she wondered if that one mistake was worth her whole marriage.

That depth of analysis isn’t always a “Grey’s Anatomy” thing – for instance, they seem to have forgotten about Meredith and Derek’s origins – and it’s not always something you see on TV, where having the spouse of a more popular, established character cheat on them is a clear sound that the cheater’s getting written off. And Owen still might, because I can’t imagine where they’re gonna go with this – the doctors in that class are all applying to other hospitals and Cristina seems to want to go. Also, he’s way broody to an almost distracting extent, which is not fun to watch.

Their future aside, it’s interesting that the show is examining Cristina and Owen’s marriage in more than a surface way – they’ve provided more depth in the show’s friendships, which are more complex, than in the romantic relationships, which tend to be “You love me. You cheated. You lied. You bad. You die” or finite things like that. But here, Cristina is having to decide whether or not Owen’s one-time cheating is worth her whole marriage, which is something only she can decide. Meredith assumes that she’s leaving him, and doesn’t get why she wouldn’t.

And that’s because – and here is where the grown-up personhood comes in – she is no longer the most relevant Person in this scenario, as far as Cristina and her decisions go, because Meredith is not inside Cristina’s marriage. She is not seeing it the way Cristina is because she doesn’t have that vantage point from inside her head and her heart, weighing the hurts and the promise equally and making the decision. And Cristina doesn’t need her judgment. She needs her to chill and let Cristina handle it.

I have been on the outside of several relationships of people I have loved where there was cheating. Sometimes the relationships ended, and sometimes they didn’t. But I can tell you that in every single one of those relationships, the cheating was a symptom of some other issue, and it wasn’t the first sign of fissure. And the people inside of those unions had to decide – what is the more important thing here? Is there a pattern? Is this the final straw on the back of this particular camel? Or is this a one-time mistake that heralds a problem that through honesty and patience and some really hard work can be made right? Whatever decision those couples made was the one that was right for them, the one that was made from their unique vantage point, and nobody can really judge it but them because they aren’t them.

“Grey’s Anatomy” is not real life – the sheer number of craziness that happens at the hospital alone defies reality – but sometimes it does hit on some scenarios that echo it, like the fundamental damage bad parenting can do, or what it’s like to watch your friends have the marriages, kids or career you assumed would be yours, or just like hilarity that ensues when uber-driven Type A’s find they can’t control the universe. And even if Owen is eaten by an alien shark in the ER before any real, satisfying resolution is reached between he and
Cristina. I still enjoyed that one moment where Cristina said, out loud, that she was thinking outside of her own hurt and shock and ambitions, if even for 30 seconds, and wondering if her connection to Owen was more important and could be worked on. Cristina’s detachment is one of her trademarks, and even if she leaves him – she said in the conversation that she might anyway – it’s a decision that will come from consideration, and not just a knee-jerk reaction to what any Person besides she and her husband believe.


The Allure of the Bright and Shiny

by bride35

Hello there, friends. So, so sorry that it has been several weeks since we have updated this here blog.  And it is appropriate to mention that because it’s the point of this post.  Daily, Leslie or I have had every intention of writing something, and every day, something else has come up. Now, there are times when it’s made sense: we’ve both been juggling lots of stuff, like impending baby (for me) and sick family members (which Leslie has dealt with in person as our representative) and the like.  And some of these things are not also draining of time, but also of energy and emotion, and we have had nothing left with which to write.  It makes sense that those things would take precedence. But there have been other times, and I speak for me and not my esteemed sister, where I have simply gotten distracted by other things that are fun on their own, but, at the end of the day, not supposed to be where ALL of my energy was spent.

Yes, I am easily distracted. By the phone. By Facebook. By “The View”.  By wondering what other people on the internets (yes, I added the s on purpose) think about who got kicked off of “Dancing With the Stars”.  Everything I mentioned has a time and a place.   Sometimes you need to set aside time to catch up with friends, and you need to check Weather.com to see what you should wear that day. I LOVE Tivo time, that delicious period before work or after you get home, or between errands, or just in time you set aside, where you watch whatever television you recorded the night before.  But it is a problem, when you realize that you are basing the time you leave the house not on when, well, you need to leave, but on how many minutes are left in this episode of “The Good Wife”.  And it’s never that it makes you hours late. It just crashes your schedule enough that you didn’t realize you didn’t have time to pack a lunch, so now you have to buy one, and you get outside and realized you left your cell phone in the house, and now you are leaving 15 minutes later than you planned, and there’s an accident, and you get to work about 10 minutes late. Not 30 minutes. But late is late, and none of it was helped by the fact that instead of fitting the Tivo into your schedule as you could, you are fitting your schedule into the Tivo. And unless you are Leslie, who gets paid to review television for a living, that ain’t good.

Yes, friends, sometimes the things that are meant as background noise, or as an accompianment to our lives, become so inviting that they have taken time away from what’s supposed to be the main course.   Checking Facebook is great, but that is different than spending your life there. If you regularly aren’t getting to most of the things on your daily to-do list because you have gotten distracted, don’t be embararrased. It happens to a lot of us. Realize that everything has it’s time, and everything has it’s place, and adjust. So while I am NOT giving up Facebook or Tivo Time, I can’t justify those things taking away from what I really NEED to do.  Like updating this blog, because we like writing it, and you tell us you like to read it.  Yes, there will be times when important stuff takes over. But I will commit to not letting myself get distracted by bright, shiny, wonderful things TOO often.


I’m Getting Older, But I Will NEVER Be Too Old For….

by bride35

Lynne here.

Tomorrow is Easter, and my friends who have kids are buying Easter dresses, and dying eggs, and doing all of the cool things that make being a kid so fun.  And I also just got off the phone with a friend who turns 41 soon who was on the way out to buy jellybeans for her husband’s Easter Stocking: guess it’s a cross between Easter basket and Christmas stocking. Candy in any receptacle is WONDERFUL. I say it never gets old.  My mommy has been sending us Easter baskets most of my life, and even commissions my grandmother, who I live near, to put them together for me. Mommy mails them to my sister, and every Halloween she bakes and sends us cookies in the shape of pumpkins, and also has made them for my former roommate, and my current one (my husband).  All of these are traditions that started when Leslie and I were little, but they have lost nothing through the years.  Those cookies and that candy are like a long-distance hug from our Mom (I am in Maryland, Leslie in FL, and my parents in Arkansas), and you never get too old for that.

So, what seemingly “little kid” thing are you not too old for? We want to hear about it! Which means we want you to write us and tell us :) .


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