Why Béla, why?

If I were you I would be thinking, “Sheesh lady, your blog is becoming awfully list-y these days.”  To which I have no reply. Well, except for “You’re right. I’m sorry.” Then I hope you’re overcome with my honesty, give me a little smile, pat me on the back and  tell me how proud you are of the person I’ve become. Or at least look past the bullet points one more time.

Humans, good things come from bullet points. Things like Christmas lists, ingredients for an incredible pie, and the steps you to take catch a criminal. Also, as evidenced below, things I’ve noticed/realized/learned/etc. in the last few days.   

-I've realized I still want to be an Olympic gymnast. Crap. Why haven’t I been working on my round off, back flip, flip flop half twist, front flip full twist back?  Seriously, every time I see a little ad for London 2012 I shake my head knowing I will never train with Béla Károlyi. Damn my genetics and the extra seven inches they gave me. Damn them.

-I learned my child has mastered the up and down jump. Most frequently demonstrated between 8:30 and 8:50 pm when we put him to bed for the night and he protests by displaying his new found skill. Usually coupled with screaming.  Screaming plus jumping, I remember those days. Wait, did I teach him that?

-I found that solid green sweat suits for one year old boys are hard to come by.  Red, blue, grey, brown? No problem. Maybe it’s just that every other mom in the world needs one for a Halloween costume. Maybe the stores aren’t shunning the color green. One can hope. We settled on one covered in kitties and bows. That’s what inside out was invented for sucker.

-I checked my calendar and realized there is only 8 weeks or so til Christmas. Just in case you didn’t already know. 

-Sometimes you get so far behind in watching all the crap you’ve recorded on your dvr you have to delete everything and start over. I’m sorry Joel McHale. I’m sorry Amy Poehler. I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time to catch up during re run season. Until then, kisses.

-I really do sleep better if I shut all technology off at a reasonable hour and just read before bed. Something about your bed, your nightstand and a good book help your head reconnect with your pillow in a far more meaningful way. Now if I could teach Phin to stop stealing everything I leave by my bed. Such a cute little klepto.

See, that wasn’t so bad. Now to thank you in advance for forgiving me and my lack of cohesive paragraphs, I give you the picture I posted on my resume to Béla. Any insight why I haven’t heard back? Do you think it was the pink ink on my cover letter?