Monday, August 22, 2011

One Shot, or Two?

There are moments in our lives when we stop and think about how short life really is. Or how precious life is. As a mom of a new-ish 10-month old baby and soon to be 4-year old, I'm reminded quite often about this fact. I watch my children change every day. It's marvelous to see the curiosity in their eyes when exploring a new subject of affection. And then to watch the transformation from curiosity to joy or "glee" on their innocent faces when they make a new discovery.

So in addition to enjoying one or two shots of espresso as a sleep deprived mama, I think about how life is a one-shot deal. Whatever my belief, I know I am here for a limited time. I can't imagine living to be 120. Why, when it means I extend my old-age habits for another 20 or 30 years?

So why not enjoy these moments of "middle-age" and give it my best shot? I often think about playing the lotto so I actually have a shot at winning. But then my strategy is that life is, in a way, a lotto. So why not play my hand at several different entrepreneurial ideas, to see if one of them is the winning ticket?

With one shot, might as well make it the strongest, boldest espresso each and every day.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

The Mystery Soda

My husband is not really a soda drinker. (I call it soda because I grew up calling it soda, or pop, or soda pop). I occasionally relish a diet coke, and during the summer it seems like my default drink when I am not hankering for a micro brew of the local sort. I do like me a good Manny's pint on occasion! But one day, when I was hot and we were going to the Festival for Wooden boats on July 4th with the kids and we parked in his work garage, I asked if there was a d.c. in the fridge upstairs near his office. He said probably not, but to his surprise, there was a nice shiny can of diet coke. Sitting alone on the shelf. Looking lonely and unwanted. So he grabbed it without thinking too much about it. Or so I thought.


It turns out that, just last night he confessed to me that he bought a case of diet coke and it's been under his desk at work. "That's funny. Why?" I asked. Well, he proceeded to tell me about how guilty he felt about taking someone's coke from the fridge, so he replaced it.
"Trouble is", he proceeded to tell me, "I've taken it out and replaced it about a half dozen times so now half the case is gone". We both laughed at the ridiculousness of this Steve Carell or Will Ferrell type moment where he continues to trudge to the fridge with a warm coke in hand, replacing the missing coke he took hours earlier, repeatedly going back. Most likely looking suspicious from doing something bad.

I guess it's called, living with a conscience! I told him his next career move is to become a comedian. That, or to go to d.c. anonymous because maybe he's a closet soda drinker!