Art is Everywhere
November 18th, 2010
I’m picking winners for the Glee contest over the weekend, so it’s officially closed as of noon EST Friday. I know, longest contest in the history of ever, but between NAPOCALYPSE! and a mysterious tantruming child and bone-crushing exhaustion, it was the best I could do. Late, shmate! Extra days to enter, I say!
Speaking of, I mentioned I signed on to do another Smart Pop book, and this time it’s on … Friday Night Lights, which, if you didn’t know, is the best show on television, and better (worse?), I’m writing about Tami and Eric and I feel this enormous responsibility, because how great are Tami and Eric? SO GREAT. And it’s the last season, and I’m kind of devastated about it.
In other news, if you’ll indulge me a vent for a moment, oh my LANDS, child, the ATTITUDE. The tantrums! THE ALMOST-TWOS. It is simultaneously face-melting in its agony and positively GUT-BUSTING in its hilarity. The tiny, impotent fury! The screaming! The kicking! All because I wouldn’t put Yo Gabba Gabba on DEMAND. No, child. No. You do not get to sit on your ass and demand Yo Gabba Gabba JUST BECAUSE and when I say NO, throw yourself on the ground like I have just announced that the elves are coming for your brains! And your ears! And MAYBE YOUR OVARIES! TO EAT THEM!
No. Oh my God, no, kid, GO PLAY WITH YOUR TOYS. Here, let me help you. But also, HAHAHAHA, oh my God, please kill me while I die of laughter and hysteria and also, tears. Tonight, when I left for my haircut, she chased me to the door screaming, and then when I left, threw herself on the ground in a puddle, kicking and screaming, until Daddy came over to rescue her, offer her a visit to her buddies in her bedroom and VOILA! perfect child for the rest of the evening.
They save this shit for US. THE MOTHERS. BECAUSE THEY WANT US TO SUFFER.
Meanwhile, for your moment of pre-weekend schmoop, I have to tell you that I have the best friends. I am lucky and positively gobsmacked at my good fortune, and I wish everyone could have friends like mine. The kind who will come to your house even though it’s currently a shithole and you won’t even care that the recycling is on the counter in a big-ass plastic bag (next to a pizza box), because they won’t judge you, or even notice. Friends whose cabinets you can just root through when your kid is hungry without having to go through the awkward I-forgot-a-snack-I’m-so-sorry dance. The kind you can send random, non-sensical texts to about maybe watching your kid while you drive your husband to the hospital because he thinks he broke his foot (who the fuck knows … he opted not to go), and they’ll say yes without even hesitating, and then an hour later, you won’t even feel stupid when you tell them you can’t be the one to drive the kids to the museum tomorrow because, actually, your car smells like old cheese and we will all die of asphyxiation before we even get on the highway.
It’s just nice, and adds a really cozy layer of security to life, and though it was important to me before, I find that it’s even more critical now that I have Sam. I have sanity in the form of other moms who are not just other moms, but like, um, family ( one of whom some of you know) and I tell you, I don’t measure my life by many common indicators of success, but in this respect, I honestly feel like I won the lottery.
And finally, HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIFT GUIDE? My God, this thing is awesome. It’s AWESOME. 125 gifts under $25, done by the queen of gift-giving at Style Lush, Elizabeth. GOOD gifts. GREAT gifts. GIFTS YOU WANT TO BUY YOURSELF.
Happy weekend!
*MGMT on effing Yo Gabba Gabba
Entry Filed under: Beeber McSteebs,Frienz,General jackassery
14 Comments Add your own
1. Jennie | November 18th, 2010 at 11:42 pm
I am so happy you have friends like that. And I will not go onto mention that I teared up (ACTUAL, REAL TEARS) while reading because I can’t ever be one of those friends you just call up. Not I won’t mention that I did that at all.
(Sigh.)
(This distance shit ain’t easy.)
Do you remember when we visited, just about a month ago, and I told you about these tantrums of Kyle’s that were FLESH MELTING? And Sam is a month younger than him? Good news: he stopped them about a week after we got home.
2. Megan | November 19th, 2010 at 12:07 am
Well, shit. Make me all teary, when I’m up too late working again, why don’t you. You write a billion times better than I ever could, so I will just say this: ditto. There is nothing more sanity-saving than friends like you guys.
(FWIW, I saw no trash on your counter this week. I saw a dear friend, who my kid loves to pieces, let her steal her kid’s pizza goldfish for the eightieth time, and just grab another cup to pour them into without even flinching. Definitely family.)
3. stinkypaw | November 19th, 2010 at 2:11 am
OK this is freaky! I haven’t been blogging much lately and last time I was here, you were debating about getting a dog or something and now I see pictures of your daughter! Where have I been and where did time go? Congrats and happy to read you happy and well!
4. Marie Green | November 19th, 2010 at 9:42 am
I have friends like this too, and I honestly feel like I’m dreaming my own life sometimes. I mean, honest to fuck, WHAT are the chances that there are SO MANY (our “core group is about 6 families) cool, like-minded, educated people in this SMALL TOWN? I mean, we have 3 stoplights. Only THREE! And what are the chances that our HUSBANDS are also friends, and not just the kind that make small talk because they are forced together; the kind that call, text, make plans with each other w/o the prompting of the wives. How did this happen? IS IT REAL? I… I just can’t believe it. Also? It’s an awesome way to raise kids- nearly every week we watch a friend’s child/children or a friend watches one or more of my children or BOTH, and our kids just waltz into each other’s homes and pick up where they left off last time. No tears, no separation issues, just easy, comfortable…
I honestly and fervently wish that all moms could have friends like this, too. It’s the way to go, yo.
(Hope the tantrums resolve soon! We always laughed at our kids when they did that too… better than crying!)
5. SwingCheese | November 19th, 2010 at 10:19 am
One of the things I loved about moving back is that my high school bff and her family moved back at around the same time. And that I just randomly called her a couple weeks ago and was all “Hi, Will and I need to get out of the house, can we come over?” and she was all “Of course, how soon can you get here, it doesn’t matter that my little guy is napping!” And we spent, like, 6 hours over there, just yakking. And the weekly play dates I have with another old friend with a little boy. And that I live so close to my parents, who are always willing to babysit. Moving back was a good move.
And have you found that laughing at the tantrums provokes a greater level of impotent fury? Will was screaming at…something…once, and Keith and I just started laughing, and he (Will, of course) stalked off, still crying, and hit the wall with his hands, which led to greater laughter from us, which escalated his anger…ahh, toddlers. His tantrums have kind of subsided, or at least, they are now more…pointed, I guess, and it’s easier to figure out and deal with the cause. But yeah. They’re hysterical.
6. Life of a Doctor's Wife | November 19th, 2010 at 12:21 pm
Eric and Tami = awesomest couple/parents/people on television ever. I have no doubt that you will do them proud.
Also, does anyone else find it weird that Lila and Vince AND Vince’s crazy drug-addict mom are ALL on Parenthood now? (And Jason Street is on The Good Wife?)
7. Julie K | November 19th, 2010 at 12:49 pm
Off topic, but the Gift Guide is fabulous! Unfortunately, all I succeeded in doing on the first round was “from me/to me” stuff but I’ll be going back in for office gifts. Thank you!
8. Leigh | November 19th, 2010 at 12:59 pm
I have a burnung question: How can I get the real season 4 (As is was shown on Dirct tv) vs. the chopped up NBC version? It scuk.
I agree with you, GREAT show. I can’t say best because I love The Wire and oh so many other shows these days. TV is good now, you know?
9. Nothing But Bonfires | November 19th, 2010 at 4:32 pm
Oh man, Friday Night Lights book — I CANNOT WAIT. I hope your entire essay is just like:
Tim Riggins is so hot. Wow, Tim Riggins is hot. Oh my god, I love Tim Riggins. HOT. Hey Tim Riggins, take off your plaid shirt again. Tim Riggins Tim Riggins Tim Riggins.
10. Wendy | November 20th, 2010 at 10:15 pm
Oh, the love I have for Friday Night Lights. Best show ever. I want to adopt Matt and do naughty, naughty things with Tim Riggins. And I want to be Tami Taylor (and have her hair) when I grow up.
So, um, yeah no pressure on that book or anything.
(also so cool that you get to write for them and that they get your writing, also. What a great gig)
11. Tiffany | November 22nd, 2010 at 4:49 am
Love the gift guides
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12. Liz | November 23rd, 2010 at 3:25 pm
I’m a few posts late, but indulge me, because I have questions.
Ok, wait: one statement, and then questions:
1. Tami and Eric? The BEST. Love. LOVE.
2. Do you feel that these friendships come organically with kids? I guess what I am trying to ask: is there something about the great equalizer that is having children that makes it easier to cut down barriers of people and build up friendships?
3. Are these friendship specific to your most latest move?
(Why yes I am not about to move across the country and leave my closest friends behind and grasping at any straws to make me feel better, why do you ask?)
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