Obi-Wanna Be My Man?

My husband came home the other day with a new haircut.
Maybe it's just Storm-Trooper overload, or a deluge of Darth going on in my house.....

But it kinda feels like Obi-Wan just moved in.



Who [or what...] does your significant other remind you of?

F I V E

I woke up this morning, and realized I suddenly had five year olds.



No more babies, no more toddlers, no more preschoolers.

I have KIDS now. Actual children. Little men. Little people, with attitudes, opinions, favorite songs.

Little guys who go to school every day, all day long. Who return to me each afternoon reciting new rules and new words, beaming over new teachers and new friends

Little boys obsessed with the girl next door [or at least her trampoline...] "When is she going to come outside?", "Can we go knock on her door?" " Do you think she's eating right now or sleeping?"

Little boys that I love, who's kisses and laughter and wry compliments I cherish.

Its been said before, and will be said again, but how did we get here so fast?

Somedays I want to slow down this journey we're on, but most of time I'd rather keep going, watching their hands hang out the window, and their hair blow in the wind.



So here's to my boys on their birthday....and here's to growin' up.




[and here's to your mom hopefully being able to make it the next 10 minutes without having to reference Springsteen...soon I'm going to have to change this blog title to 'emilytheobsessed'.]

How I Almost Lost My Husband to Springsteen

*! thanks, LTC, for the power cord !*

One of the things I love most about my husband is his love for music, his love for seeing it live and his love for taking me with him.

We've seen some good shows together, the two of us.

Especially if you don't count that one time we accidentally saw Nickelback [Or if you ask my husband, that one time we accidentally saw Jack Johnson].

Last Thursday night was another one for the records books.

Bruce Springsteen and The E Street Band just happened to be rolling through town, and you know when they come to town, you can't just stay home. You MUST go.

Even if you did just see them in April. Or even if you're supposed to be living on some sort of so-called 'budget'. I mean who cares if you have to eat hot dogs every day for a month - your seats were awesome!

So...

We went.

And of course, it was nothing short of amazing. Like getting your faced ripped off, put back on, ripped off once more, and totally enjoying it.

I knew my husband felt the same way. I hate to get all mushy on you, but watching him rock out was terribly romantic. There's nothing like sharing live music with the ones you love. It elevates the entire experience. Unless of course, your loved one decides to go all self-destructive on you, like mine did:

During the "Murder, Inc. / She's The One / Promised Land" trifecta:
Me: " Man, 58 looks good on Bruce"
Aaron: "I could jump right off this balcony and be happy"

After the "I Walk the Line / I'm On Fire" Medley:
Me: "Bruce sure looks sweaty, can't he just take that shirt off?"
Aaron: "I could die right here."

Following "Thunder Road" and "Born to Run" back to back, at the beginning of a seven song encore:
Me: " Tramps like us...yes. I'll be a tramp for you Bruce!"
Aaron: " I'm going to die a happy man! "

I have to admit, I was getting a little worried. I mean, yes, this concert was better than I could have ever imagined, with a set list that just kept slapping me in the face, but was I prepared to lose my husband over it? Um, not really. Unless it got me backstage.

And then, just when I thought I was safe, I hear Bruce start talking about Joe Strummer, mentioning that is was his birthday that night.

Oh no, I thought. Not the Clash. Please. Don't. Not tonight. I wanna go home with a husband still intact.

But sure enough - he tore right into "I Fought the Law". Big deal, you're thinking, I know. But you gotta understand. This song is my husband's song. It's his life. Its his story, his anthem.

His ringtone.

He took one gleeful look at me and said " That's it. I'm going! " as he held onto the railing. All I could think was 'The children! Think of the children!' But I was too busy dancing to say anything. So I just shimmied over in front of him.

My moves must have been good - smokin' I'm sure - because he never did jump. And thank God he didn't. Because he would have missed "Rosalita". And I forgot where we parked.

More Blinding Proof of My Genuis

I've written this highly entertaining blog.

It's good. It has comedy, drama, suspense and Springsteen all wrapped into one riveting masterpiece.

As I typed, I laughed out loud while the the words flowed from my fingers. I cried as the story took shape. I beamed with pride when it was finished.

Then, I let the battery on my computer slowly die out.

And left my power adapter in another state.

So I'm afraid you'll just have to wait. And I know its going to be hard.

Its going to be rough, and its going to feel like its taking forever, but just relax.

Run out and get yourself a coffee or do a little shopping. Maybe stop at your local library; they lend out real books there you know. And while you're at it - swing by the Apple store and get me a new adapter, will ya? Think of it as your good deed for the week. You'd be helping all of us, not just yourself.

Call me when you're on your way, k?

You Eat What You Type or The Obligatory First Day of School Blog

Last night I started to type out this blog about how I was so excited about the boys starting school today.

I waxed all poetic-like about how I was being so selfless for not being depressed. I went on and on about how I was doing such an amazing favor to my children by making this whole experience all about them, instead of all about me.

Gee, what a good mother I am, I raved, teaching my kids how to focus on the present and not get caught up in the past or be intimidated by what the future holds. I gushed about how my kids were going to excel from here on out thanks to my fantastic attitude this morning on this very first day of school.

And then I went to bed. Shut my laptop, climbed the stairs and fell right to sleep.

Did I pack their backpacks full of all the brand new school supplies they needed for today? No.

Did I reread the drop-off instructions so I wouldn't have to search for them the next morning? Nah.

Did I bake the muffins and make the orange juice they requested for their first day breakfast? Nope.

Did I at least go to bed early, so waking up @ 5:45 AM to do all the above things wouldn't be so difficult? Of course not! After all it was midnight and dangit, I was tired!

Wow, I am good. Definitely, completely, selfless. So not 'all about me'.

I was so proud of me of my kids that I didn't even cry. Well, at least not until I got home and realized I was all out of laundry detergent.


We still love our mommy, regardless of how much she loves herself...