My Real Life

August 16, 2009

Real Love

Filed under: Uncategorized — Amy @ 8:07 pm

Our lawnmower broke today.  Our grass is pretty long, due to our being out of town and then the rain and then Real Man having to work all week.  So, he went to mow today and found that the lawnmower won’t work.  So, in desperation, he “mowed” the lawn with the weed wacker.  We do not have a small yard.

This did not make him happy.  In fact, I think you can safely say that Real Man was pretty angry about the whole lawn situation today.

And still…

When I went out to see how he was doing, this is what I found in the backyard:

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I think…I think…he loves me. 🙂

August 15, 2009

Day Two – North Carolina

Turns out, vacation is not that different from home.  I was awakened by a five-year old monkey staring at me.  There I was, sleeping (not necessarily peacefully, as vacation beds are NEVER comfortable, but I was asleep, nonetheless) when I came to a certain consciousness.  I could feel the eyes before I saw them.  Then, I opened my eyes and looked at the most beautiful pair of big, brown eyes that exist. 

“Oh good!  You’re awake!  Can we have breakfast?”

I mumbled something like “Shmurf hurf, five more minutes, mumph,” and Monkey in the Middle smiled and ran out of the room yelling, “Mom’s up!  She’s gonna get our breakfast!”

I got up, poured the cereal and thought about going back to bed, but once I’m up, I’m up.  So, I poured my own bowl and listened to the monkeys chatter about what they were going to do at the beach today.  Looking out the window at the gray sky, I thought to myself ‘not likely’ but didn’t say anything.  I don’t like being the crusher of dreams.  At least not at 6:30 in the morning.

The good news is that although it did rain a bit in the morning, it cleared up by 11, so we put on our bathing suits and all headed out to the beach.  We plopped down our chairs, put up the umbrella and Real Man walked down to the water with the Baby Monkey, who loves the water, but only if he’s firmly attached to the hand of an adult.  The two big kids splashed around in the surf, and I pulled out trashy paperback #1 and started reading.   We were at the beach for about four hours, alternating being the hand-holder and looking for shells with the kids. 

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It was windy.  I don’t mean windy as in “Ah…what a nice refreshing breeze coming off of the water.”  When I say it was windy, I mean it in the “better put down the umbrella” way.  I’d say that the wind was coming in at about 10 mph for the first two hours.  Somewhere in the third hour, it ramped up to about 20 mph, and at the end of the 4th hour, I think it’s safe to say we were between 25-30 mph.  We were the last people on the beach, doggedly determined to squeeze every minute of beach out of this vacation.  But, when the Baby Monkey was actually blown over from a standing position, we figured it was time to go.  Also, by this time, so much sand had blown onto us, we resembled a box of 5 powdered donuts.

On our 100 step walk back to the house, night descended on the island and we no sooner stepped inside when the thunder and rain started.  There are great French doors in the living room, and so we watched the storm for awhile, then gave the kids baths and took our showers.  It was evident that there would be no more beach today, so we pulled out our board games and decks of cards and got to having some indoor fun.  My Monkey Girl asked for help as she laid out her pattern for the new quilt she’s making, so she and I holed up in my bedroom for awhile, getting that pinned together. 

We decided to go out to dinner, as we didn’t want to pull out the charcoal grill and grill the London Broil we had planned on in the rain.  The owners of the house left a notebook with all of the menus from local restaurants in it.  We chose a restaurant just over the bridge, on the mainland, called Batson’s Galley

A few other interesting details about the restaurant:

1) The bumper sticker on the front door of the restaurant that said something like “I love Jesus Christ.”

2) The enormous, carved wooden sign of the 10 Commandments on the wall behind the register.

3) The other sign behind the register, advertising the hours of the local “Church by the Sea.” 

Nothing wrong with any of that.  You just don’t get that a lot in New Jersey.

I keep forgetting that we are in the south, until we go somewhere where there are natives.  I can’t imagine what it must be like in the deep south, as I’m already bowled over by the accents here.  Baby Monkey continues to be fascinated by the southern accents.  I’m fascinated by the amount of fried food.  The only thing on the menu that wasn’t fried was the spaghetti, so that’s what I got.  (The food was all delicious and the place had a super friendly atmosphere.  Anyone heading to Surf City, NC…I’d recommend this place…we wound up eating there twice.)

While we were looking at the menu, the waitress (who was delightful) brought out a basket of fried spheres.  We said ‘thank you’ and then looked at each other, wondering what the heck these things were.  Real Man is brave, so he took one, took a bite and said ‘Not bad.’  There was some type of bread inside.    Monkey Girl will try anything, so she tried one as well.  She liked it, which was not a surprise.  When the waitress returned, Monkey Girl said,

“Excuse me, what are these?”

“Hushpuppies,” the waitress replied with a smile and walked away.

We all looked at each other again, wondering what the heck these things were.  Our final guess is that it was fried cornbread balls.  We enjoyed looking at all of the food and seeing how different it was from what would be served in New Jersey.  Not bad, just different.  The “roll” that came with Julia’s spaghetti was a hamburger bun.  The “garlic bread” that came with my spaghetti was a piece of toast that had been buttered and sprinkled with garlic powder.  The “hushpuppies”… well, I don’t really have an equivalent for that.

I keep falling further and further in love with North Carolina.

August 12, 2009

NJ to NC

Filed under: Uncategorized — Amy @ 6:09 pm

So, this year, we got a great deal on beach house in North Carolina.  Our vacations have always been limited to the Jersey Shore, so when we saw how reasonable the price was, we knew we had to go for it.

Our original plan was to put the kids to bed, pack the car, and sleep until 3 am.  Then, we were going to wake up, carefully carry the kids from their beds to the car, sure not to wake them, and start driving. 

By the time Friday night rolled around, however, we realized that we were definitely not going to be up for driving ten hours after sleeping for a few, so we modified our plan.  Now, we decided, we would put the kids to bed, but we would stay up, then at midnight, we’d carefully carry the kids from their beds to the car, sure not to wake them, and start driving.  Better plan.  However, as always happens, life had another plan.

We put the kids to bed at 9:00.  (On the weekends, they all have sleepovers in Monkey Girl’s room.  They can stay up until 9:00, watch movies in the basement, and have popcorn.)  Real Man and I packed the car, and sat down to watch some television.  Then the visits began.

9:10 – Monkey Girl comes down to say she can’t sleep because she is so excited.  We tell her to go back to bed because she’s going to keep her brothers up.

9:20 – Baby Monkey comes down to say he can’t sleep because he is so excited.  We tell him to go back to bed because he’s going to keep his brother and sister up.

9:30 – Monkey in the Middle comes down to say he can’t sleep because he is so excited.  We tell him to go back to bed because he’s going to keep his brother and sister up.

And so it goes until 10:30, when Real Man and I looked at each other and said, “Let’s go.”

So, we packed the kids in the car, snuggled tight in their pillows and blankets, and off we went.

We figured that, certainly, they’d all be asleep within the hour.  Oh no…they were up and up and up and up.  Baby Monkey was the last to fall asleep at 1:15 am. 

With the new quiet in the car, Real Man and I knew we had to do something to stay awake.  So, we started scanning the radio stations.  Friday night is 80’s night, pretty much everywhere, apparently, and so we had a great time singing along with some of our 80’s favorites.  Real Man almost ran off the road several times as I regaled him with my version of the lyrics to many of our favorite songs. 

Example:  Flashdance.  You know when she sings “Take your passion and make it happen?”  Yeah, I always thought it was “Take your pants down and make it happen.”  Growing up, I thought it was a dirty, dirty song.  Turns out, not so much.

When Irene Cara sings out “Being’s believing,” I thought it was “Beans believing.”  It didn’t make any sense.  Maybe there were some sentient beans out there in the welding world where Jennifer Beals was working and they were believing in her talent.  I don’t know.  Still, it worked for me. 

There were others, but I’d like to maintain my dignity awhile longer.

So, we kept driving.  We were really surprised by the amount of traffic on the road at 3 am.  I mean, where were these people going?  Who, in their right mind, would be driving through Maryland at 3 am???

There were some interesting street names we passed on our way.  My favorite was Backlick Road.  How does that not sound like a comeon when someone asks you where you live?  “Backlick Road, baby… come on by.”  Ick.

I started to fade and Real Man was anxiously trying to engage me in conversation, when Angel Eyes by the Jeff Healey Band came on.  LOVE that song.  So, that woke me right up, particularly when it was followed by the Hooters with And We Danced.  Those kids slept through Real Man and I singing some of these songs at the top of our lungs.  Or, maybe they were just pretending to sleep, embarassed that passing cars might think they were actually with us.

One of my new favorite songs I’m Your’s by Jason Mraz was played approximately 14 times on our 10 hour trip.  That made me happy.  By time number 4, I don’t think it was making anyone else happy.

Around 4 am, we decided to switch drivers, and I took over.  I love driving Real Man’s truck, but I’m always a little overwhelmed with it.  He drives a Ford Expedition, and next to that, my Dodge Caravan Minivan is like a Smart Car.  I’m queen of the road in that Expedition, but I can never quite tell if I’m driving in the lines.  I mean, my God, I’m fifty feet above the road in that thing.  Who can tell where they are?

At 4:52 am, I had a complete out of body experience.  At 4:52 am, we had 452 miles to go, according to Real Man’s GPS.  Trust me, at 4:52 am, that was the absolute coolest thing I had ever seen.

So, while Real Man had been driving, he had mentioned that some of the stuff in the back of the truck was positioned so that, in the dark, it looked like Yoda.  I looked back, from the passenger seat, and didn’t see it.  From the drivers seat, it was uncanny.  Our sheets and pillows were Yoda.  So, around 5:00 am, we started to entertain ourselves talking like Yoda.  “Getting close, we are,” and “Sustenance we need.”   Again, very funny at 5 am after driving all night.

At 5:11 am, we passed into North Carolina and at that point, the music moved to ballads of the 80’s.  We were rocking out to Missing You by Tom Waite and Making Love Out of Nothing At All by Air Supply.  There were many, many more, but again, to preserve our integrity, I don’t think I’ll go through the full list.

By 7:17 am, we needed gas…badly.  So, we stopped at a gas station, and as we opened the doors, we were greeted with some lovely Frank Sinatra-type music blasting from speakers.  We began our fill-up to The Wee Small Hours of the Morning and finished up with Three Coins in the Fountain.  It was the most melodic fill-up I’ve ever experienced.  At this point, the kids were up and were sure we were going to get in trouble for touching the gas pumps.  In NJ, there is no self-service.  It’s actually illegal, if I remember correctly.  So, this is something the kids have never seen before.  Not to worry, though…we pump a mean tank of gas.

We got back in the car, and were greeted with Drew Talks which is another favorite of mine.   At this point, Baby Monkey started in with “I’m staaaaaaaaaarving,” and so we decided to stop for breakfast.  We saw a sign for a Waffle House, and thought, ‘Waffle House…sounds like a good breakfast place.’

So, we pull in.  We should have known there would be a problem as soon as we approached the restaurant and saw the windows streaming with condensation, as if there had been a summer storm.  But, at this point, we’d been up for a little more than 24 hours, and we weren’t quite thinking straight. 

We went in.  It was 30 degrees in that restaurant.  We tried to find a booth that wasn’t directly under a vent, but when we looked up, we saw that just about every ceiling tile was a vent.  This gave Real Man and I a case of the No-Sleep-Giggles.  Then, we sat down.  There was no table or booth big enough to accommodate all 5 of us, so I smushed with the boys on my side and Real Man and Monkey Girl smushed on the other.  The waitress came over and took our order. 

When she asked, in her very pronounced southern accent, if we wanted bacon with our eggs, Baby Monkey said, in his loudest voice, “Mama, why’d she say baaaaycon?  Why’d she say baaaaaycon?”  I started to try to shush him, but I made the mistake of looking at Real Man who was shaking with laughter, and I started laughing as well, while shooting Baby Monkey the sternest look I could manage at that point.  The waitress was quite gracious, realizing, I think, that we were way out of our element.

It’s entirely possible that at this point, we looked like this:

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It was at this point that Baby Monkey started in with his daily round of questions.  He began with asking if syrup was made out of orange juice, and finished up with asking something about toilet paper.  It’s a wonder Real Man and I were able to eat anything, as we couldn’t stop with the sleep-deprived laughter.  We must have looked like two insane people, and I’m surprised none of the other customers took the kids and refused to let us drive anywhere with them.

However, we got back in the car, drove away, and about an hour later, arrived at our destination.  It was a beautiful day, so we hit the beach as soon as we unpacked.  We were dragging, and when the kids went to bed, we went to bed, but it was a great trip. 🙂

August 11, 2009

Our Cast of Characters

Filed under: Uncategorized — Amy @ 8:38 pm

I guess if you are going to be reading about us, you should be able to put a face with the names. 

Here is our first character…I affectionately call her Monkey Girl.

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She is 8 and is honestly the sweetest, kindest, smartest, best girl I know.  If I were 8, you can be sure I’d be clamoring to be her best friend.  She’s kind to everyone, almost to a fault, and is a wonderful big sister.  She’s generally fearless, and is just an all-around great kid.  Love her!

Next, we have Monkey in the Middle.

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This guy is the biggest snuggler I have ever known.  He’s not truly happy until he is completely snuggled up against me.  He’s 5 and he’s funny, he’s smart and he loves his mama.  Being the middle child definitely has some challenges, and he’s struggling with them, but he’s working through it and is going to come out just fine.  Love this guy!

Finally, we have Baby Monkey.

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We are well aware, even at 3, that when he graduates from high school, this kid is going to be the Class Clown.  He’s just darn funny.  He talks constantly.  He questions constantly.  It’s either, “Mommy…look at this,” or “Mommy, is syrup made out of orange juice?” or “Mommy, I’m gonna take this over here because, because, because, because, because, because I like to walk over here.”  He’s a big lovey, and carries his sisters baby doll around the house, quietly singing to it and loving it.  I love this guy.

To protect the innocent, I won’t be using real names…at least not the real names of the family.  Because he wouldn’t like it, I also won’t be using pictures of my husband.  I’ll just call him, Real Man.  ‘Nuff said.

And, then there’s me…

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Oh, I’m sorry…I get confused sometimes. 

Actually, I like to stay behind the camera, so there probably won’t be many shots of me.  However, I’m up at the top of the page, and may show up every now and then in a shot with the monkeys. 

Anyone else who appears here has given their permission.  I’m heading to a girls weekend with my oldest (not in age, but in length of friendship) and dearest friends, and am hoping that they’ll let me photograph and talk about them.  Pictures of my beautiful friends would definitely up my readership!

So, for now, that’s our cast of characters.  You’ve got some names and faces and you’ll get to know us well; probably better than you want to.

Why Are We Here?

Filed under: Uncategorized — Amy @ 8:12 pm

So, here we are…

I’m a writer.  It’s what I love to do.  So, blogging has always seemed natural for me.  I have a blog here about my novel that I’m trying to get published, and I have a blog here, where I tried to write about things that I thought people might want to read.  However, in the end, they always say you should write what you know.  What do I know?  I know about my life.

Again, I could blog just for myself and my family, but the truth is, I’m human.  I want to know that what I produce is being appreciated.  So, I’ve decided to write about my life as a working mom.  I know, I know…before people start throwing shoes and dishtowels at me, I realize that all mom’s “work.”  However, I mean, my life as a mom of three who works full-time outside of the home.  I still have all the “MOM” stuff to do, but I have to smush it into a smaller time frame.

Thus, My Real Life is born.  I figure, I’ll blog here about what goes on in my life, and you can read it.  I’ll warn you in advance, I’m not gonna sugarcoat what happens in my life.  There are days when being a working mom is stressful.  There are other days when being a working mom is fantastic.  That’s life.  My kids are great, and at the same time, my kids are kids.  They have ups, they have downs.  They are hysterical.  Also, I’m not just a Mom.  I’m a wife and a woman, as well.  So, be prepared to hear it all (well, almost all of it) and I hope you enjoy!

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