Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Y’all Got a Moment for an Okie?

When I first moved from Oklahoma to Boston people used to say, “Where are you from?” I had no accent, so there must have been something else giving me away. 
Maybe it was my overuse of turtlenecks or the way I would give a full answer to questions like, “How are you?”
Maybe it was the fact that I would buy so many homeless people lunch, or that I made eye contact on elevators. 
Maybe it was the time I told those coworkers that I wasn’t going to ask for a raise, rather I’d just work really, really hard and someone would notice. Or the time I declared, in that same office, that I would never, ever pay $9 for ONE pair of underwear. 
Or maybe it was the way I would say “Sorry!” every time I bumped into someone on Boylston Street. 
People don’t ask me where I am from anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I love love love Boston to the bottom of my heart, but I get sad when I think about how much Okie I must have lost. There is something amazing about that state that shines without mountains, or oceanfront, or big cities, or national landmarks, or even a good bagel. Oklahoma is its people. People who are strong, honest, friendly, caring and connected. People who love deeply, give generously, laugh heartily and stand bravely in the face of life changing storms that give only minutes warning.
These days, fewer people ask me where I’m from, but I’m always ready to say I’m from Oklahoma. (Those of you who have seen my signature meeting introduction know this all too well.) I’m proud to be a Bostonian, but I’m just as proud to be an Okie. And after this horrific week, I’m determined to let the Okie in me out more than ever. 
As I started to write this in a doctor’s waiting room this morning, a man was sitting across the room with a prosthetic leg and a Boston Strong shirt. The Okie in me wanted to go to him and ask him if he was a victim of the bombings, and thank him for being strong enough to carry on. The Bostonian in me wanted to give him space. Looking back, I wish I had listened a little harder to the Okie. And next time I will. Because I know there is a whole lot of Okie left in here. I mean, I will NEVER buy $9 underwear.

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(This is decidedly longer than my usual posts. There was just too much to say this week.)
Amy

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

This thing goes deep.

Do they put the freshest ones on the bottom? Or do they assume we'll think they put the freshest ones on the bottom, so they put the freshest ones on the top? Or do they think we'll know they know, so they actually put the freshest ones on the bottom? Or do they think we'll know they know we know, so they put the freshest ones on the top?

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

And we're only one hour into the day.

Me to Sawyer (on his way out the door to school): You know you're still in your pajamas, right?
Sawyer (looking down): Oh shoot. Okay, I'll correct that.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Lefties say they'll move to Canada if their candidates lose. Righties say they'll lay off workers if their candidates lose.

 Yet those in our military put it all on the line day after day, unconditionally, no matter who wins or loses. That should be our center. 

Happy Veteran's Day, military heroes (and that includes families). We owe you everything.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

I never like to hear that I "should" be okay. I much prefer to hear that I "will" be okay.

If you leave before 3:00 you "should" be okay.

If you eat the less pink part of the chicken you "should" be okay.

If you just paddle slowly around the swan you "should" be okay.

Umm...

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Every time we go away I bring along a couple of nice outfits for dinner.

And yet every night I find myself sitting in a restaurant late, tired, muddy, sore and dressed in play clothes. Good thing the wine doesn't discriminate.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

I'm not sure, but there just might be a life lesson in here.

I've been struggling, but proud, to get up into wheel with a little help from our fearless leader, Jen at Milton Yoga. Struggle, struggle. Each time she would tell me that my face and shoulders were really tense. "It's the tension that's holding you back. Smile." So today that's what I did. I got in position like every other day, but this time I smiled. And I popped right up. 

Friday, June 29, 2012

My 10yo was cast as Mowgli in The Jungle Book.

I'm pretty sure the way he shows up in the morning looking like he was raised by wolves got him the part.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Love fiercely, forgive and have fun. I'm convinced that's what life is about.

 That and avoiding drama. The bad stuff will find you in its own time. No reason to hang the welcome sign.

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Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

A great playlist is a solid present. Every time I listen to mine I think about how wonderful my husband is.

Though "You Can't Always Get What You Want" just came on. Is he trying to tell me something? If there is a song on here called, "Stop Stretching Out My Socks When You Do Laundry" he's dead.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Sitting in Starbucks. Just met a retired Boston Symphony Orchestra cellist.

I said it must have been an amazing life.
He said, "Well there were years I could have been more....you know....well, never mind."

Why are we all always focused on the you know well never mind?

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Dear tired-looking woman who looked at me and said, "You are doing a great job," when my 10yo held the door open for you and your ruckusy boys.

Don't be fooled. Just 10 minutes earlier I had yelled at mine for being selfish, and then felt bad. We are all in this together. And YOU are doing a great job.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Just discovered that the grocery store on the night before Thanksgiving would be a great place to be if I were not married.

The place is swarming with men who are single enough not to have someone telling them to make the pie earlier, yet wise enough not to show up for Thanksgiving dinner with their hands hanging.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Today, as I was driving, I saw an old man with two kids in a double stroller.

He was sitting on a wall in front of the kids huffing and puffing. I pulled over fearing the worst, ready to call 911. As I got closer I realized he was blowing the seeds off a dandelion.
What a difference a moment can make.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Never call an audible on your undergarments, ladies.


A bra in the trashcan spotted late night at a party at the Museum of Fine Arts. If you thought you needed a bra before you started drinking, you probably still need one after.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Homonyms can be dangerous.

Acupuncturist: I'm going to put the needles right into your sole.
Me: WHAT?? MY SOUL??
Acupuncturist: Don't worry, they're tiny needles and I do it right up by the toes.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

After 4 months of dealing with the cable company, I now know why women sometimes sleep with the cable guy.

They are not desperate housewives. They're just so happy their HBO finally works.
(Disclaimer: I did NOT sleep with the cable guy. I mean, I'd have to see the HBO keep working for at least a week.)

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Today was a Pompeii day.

My husband will come home to unmade beds. Bread still in the toaster. Half glasses of milk on the counter.

Monday, May 9, 2011

From my 11 yo, at the mall on Mother's Day.

"It would be funny if there were a big chair set up and people lined up to sit on a mom's lap and get their picture taken."

Saturday, April 2, 2011

"Why not?"

The rhetorical question with the largest number of legitimate answers.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011