Sunday, May 22, 2011

Why the guy who sold me my car has added years to my life…

I am a bit of a speed demon; my old car (and new) are responsive, fast and fun-to-drive little cars; moreover I’m a bit impatient when I drive and have had my share of speeding tickets over the years. Let’s just say a one-per-year average was the norm and the tipping point was when I had a teary-eyed ticket encounter on I-80 with Iz in her car-seat and suffice it to say I swore I would never replicate that particular moment of joy. And since we're being honest, tickets notwithstanding, the impatient driving causes a LOT of stress in my life since I get frustrated with people not being in the correct lane, suddenly slowing down, gaping at an accident etc. On more than one occasion I have suggested to another drive that he or she, “GET THE &$@## OFF THE ROAD!” I can be incredibly patient in certain circumstances, but insanely impatient while driving. Jekyll and Hyde squared, so to speak. Which is odd because I am never late. I do NOT have to BE a speed-demon.

Well I finally got my new car last week and it’s a totally fantastic car: Jetta, TDI Clean Diesel, manual transmission, Bluetooth yada, yada, yada. Gorgeous. But the more notable and important transaction was a response to something the salesman, Rich, said to Don & me. In discussing fuel conservation he said, “If you’re on the highway for a stretch of road, set the cruise to 60 and just stay in the right lane, pass if needed, still at 60, but maintain your speed and you’ll save hundreds of dollars in fuel over the course of the year.” Don added that it’s how he must drive for his job; his employer audits their miles and fuel to verify that it’s the procedure everyone uses, and he stated, “It’s also less stressful.” I was skeptical but said I’d try it for a week since less stress is something we can all use. I did. Wow. Life-alteringly epic. Not only is it saving me money via less fuel consumption, but it’s EASIER to commute to work. Granted, I am not grid-locked on the Ryan, but rather take I-80 and can comfortably stay at 60 in the right lane. It’s liberating; the cruise is set, I can sit comfortably, listen to music, think about my day, and still get to work or home on time. It takes like 2 minutes longer, that’s it! I’m a convert, at least until I really am late, then we’ll see. But I’ll keep you posted. It’s ‘fuel’ for thought people, fuel for thought.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

It’s Saturday, it’s Saturday, gotta get down...

It’s Saturday, it’s Saturday, gotta get down…I know, I know. Couldn't resist.

When I awoke I wondered how today would be different than yesterday, because in all honesty, yesterday was a difficult day at school to say the least! Today started with a run with Soph, who proceeded to do her business as we ran. No biggie, I always bring bags, so I cleaned up and planned on tossing it in the next garbage can on the trail.

When I got to where the can should have been I noticed it was gone; hmm. I wondered, "Is today going to be an extension of yesterday? I hope not!" Owell, whatev, I decided to just kept running figuring I’d have to carry it and see if another can showed up. A walker who I see almost every weekend was heading toward us and as she got close she said, “Want me to take that? The can in this direction isn’t far.” I didn’t know what to say, so I said, “You know what’s in here, right?”

I mean, I didn’t want her thinking it was a snack of sorts for after my run because she would have been in for the rudest of awakenings upon the opening of the bag later, expecting a yummy treat and finding, well, you know, so I had to verify, right? She just laughed and said it was no big deal. She patted Sophie on the head, took the bag and went on her way.

I was flabbergasted and yelled back to her, “Do you have a dog, I’ll come and pick up your yard?” She replied, “No, I have cats,” and just kept walking until she was too far from me to hear. Still not knowing what to make of the whole thing or what to say I just mumbled to myself, “I’ll come…and pick up…cat…barf?!?” Owell. I tried. If that isn’t a random act of kindness that negates the ickyness of yesterday, then I don’t know what is! Thank you 'poop lady'. No, that has the wrong connotation. Thank you 'poop-filled-bag-taking-lady'. Today is already better than yesterday. :)

Saturday, May 7, 2011

If I only get to have one, then I am so blessed to have her be the one…

Before I became a mom I always just kind of thought that I wouldn’t become one; it wasn’t all that important to me in my 20s and then when it was important in my 30s I got sick and my body had been through so much that I just didn’t think it would happen. So when we learned I was pregnant at 36 it was ├╝ber-unexpected and spectacularly momentous.

After giving birth to a picture-perfect baby, wanton hubris set in and I totally thought it would happen again. Honestly believed that if it happened once it would happen again. Well, here we are 4 years later and it didn’t. I grieve that loss on a regular basis since being witness to how amazing Iz is, it only makes me want to have more children. Selfish, I know, but true nonetheless. Most parents adore and lavish praise on their offspring, and I always wondered before how this could be since let’s face it, not all kids or people are perfect and wonderful. But now I totally understand: we think our kids are great because they have the qualities we admire. If we think being creative, musical, funny, well-mannered and polite is important, then we develop those traits and talents in our children. Thus, we appreciate and love them even more than we imagined we could when we see the fruits of our labor. Conversely, if you do not love all the characteristics of your child, well, you are partly to blame since you have allowed those traits to take root and grow. Looking at Isabelle who is a typical pre-schooler and makes mistakes and tests my patience, she is truly amazing. I marvel at who she is and what she is capable of every day. I wonder what her future holds. I wonder how she would be as a big sister and fear we will never know.

On this, the eve of the 4th Mother’s Day we will celebrate, though, I am perfectly content. Content knowing that if I only get to have one, then I am so lucky to have Isabelle be the one. I thank God every day we have each other, what a blessing. Happy Mother’s Day.