Pooh Can Keep His Squishy Cute Halloween. BOO!

There is no doubt that our decision to buy a new house in July was a very good one. There are a million reasons why it has been fantabulous, but the neighbor upgrade is a pretty significant one. We have gone from having a neighbor complain to the home owners' association about the swing we had tucked under our deck to having a free swingset walk its way into our yard.

Definitely a neighbor upgrade.

Another clear indication that we are in a good place is that there are Halloween decorations in probably half of the yards in our neighborhood. In fact, despite my love of all things tacky and holiday, we don't have the most yard decorations around. Next year, it's game on. This year, however, here's what we have on display:


Different is OK. Not Better.

The phrase, "I want more for my kids than I had" has always made me uncomfortable. It seems like an excuse, an insult, and a cop out. I think it's fair to say that nearly all parents do the best they can with the resources they have available to them. To say that it wasn't enough, which is what you are saying when you say, "I want more for my kids," is a backhanded criticism of your own parents.

Alexis doesn't have it better than I did. Just different.

My first visit to Disney World was when was for a high school band trip. Alexis has been there twice in three years.

I slept on a fold-out bed in our living room from the time my brother was born until I was seven. Alexis currently has two beds in her room.

I grew up wearing the best Blue Light Specials KMart had to offer. Alexis fell into the Gap the minute she was born.

My mom was more likely to let me go play in traffic than she was to let me squish some Play-Doh. I have chuckled as I cleaned Play-Doh out of Alexis' teeth. Many times.

All of my childhood toys fit in one medium-sized box when I was growing up. Alexis has enough toys to very nearly fill a 15'x15' room.

Perhaps if I had the opportunity to take ballet lessons as a kid, my life would be vastly different. Perhaps I would be more successful. Perhaps I would be better cultured.

But I doubt it.

Alexis doesn't have more. She has it different.


But I Did Have to Walk Uphill Both Ways to School

I should know better than to trust him.

He has tried to control me.

He has worked to trick me.

He has lied to me soooo many times before.

And yet, I brought TomTom with me on this trip. I depended on him to get me from the airport to the hotel. FAIL.

As I pulled out of the airport parking garage, the GPS advised me to stay left. And again. And again. Ten minutes later, I realized I had driven in a full circle. The TomTom wanted me to go back inside the parking garage.

I don't know what that says about how TomTom feels about Atlanta, but I'm thinking it's not good.

As I went all crazy and defiant and veered right to avoid the parking garage, I remembered that TomTom hates me. It's either that, or TomTom really thinks I'm cute when I'm mad.

When the TomTom told me to turn left down a one-way street? I bet I was REAL cute. Having smoke pouring out of your ears always has that effect. When TomTom told me that my hotel was in a mall parking lot? SO ADORABLE!

Way back in time, I traveled for work all the time. I would leave on Sunday night and run around to three or four cities before returning Friday night. I relied heavily on maps, internet directions, and signs. Never once did I wind up driving the wrong way down a one-way street, driving into a parking garage when I didn't want to park, or navigating straight towards a pier.

As I sat in the mall parking lot trying to figure out which way to go, I thought back to the days of yore, looked up, and realized I had been in that mall parking lot before. In fact, I had stayed on that very street for nearly six months early in my consulting career. I'm blaming the fact that every street in Atlanta is named Peachtree something or other for me not realizing that I was headed towards familiar territory. I blame TomTom for making me take THE REALLY FREAKING long way there.

Life was simpler back in the good ol' days of maps and internet directions.