Some pictures from the Cool Fam Vacation Photo Album showed me that we could probably do a better job of keeping our son safe and warm.
continued...Reality shows love the confession booth, where their contestants sit in front of a camera annoyed, teary-eyed, angry, talking about how the situation or their fellow contestants are making their lives miserable.
This is my confession booth.
I tend to exaggerate, but since I’ve been up since 4:00 AM trapped in a studio apartment with a screaming toddler, I feel like I’ve earned the right. So do our neighbors.
1.5 jobs. $1500/mo rent on top of a house in FL that won’t sell. A whole lot extra for insurance every month.
If this were a Cool Home Showdown post, I would give NYC a -1000 right now. Call it complaining, call this whole ‘chasing a dream’ thing stupid, call it having no idea where our lives are headed.
I just know that there are things about City That Never Sleeps that are starting to get old.
- We only eat at cheap restaurants or ones that we have coupons for.
- We talk about our flaws too much.
- We ask a lot of questions.
- We don’t get haircuts as often as we should.
- Our clothes are not very fashionable and are a little run-down.
- We like to talk about the places we’ve been.
- We don’t like the beach.
- We use PCs.
- We prefer game nights over movie nights.
- We have cheapo cable and a TV that we found on the sidewalk.
- We three are crammed into a little studio apartment.
- We’re a little paranoid.
- We don’t drink coffee.
- We almost never watch movies, even though we’d like to.
- Our furniture is either second-hand or really cheap.
- I like nerdy sci-fi that you probably don’t.
- We actually eat the food at parties instead of playing it cool.
- We don’t play hard-to-get.
- I don’t have a career.
- We write vague, self-centered posts.
I’ll explain.
The elevators to get to our top-floor office take FOREVER. So, it annoys the heck out of me when someone hits the ‘3′ button. I’m thinking, “What?! You can’t walk up two flights of stairs?!”
It was me, 2 guys chatting, and a fourth guy who just got on the elevator. Mr. Fourth hits the 3rd floor button. Ugh. We make our two-floor ascent, which I imagine my grandmother could complete faster in the stairwell.
Mr. Climacophobia* exits, and the two chatting guys start talking about it. They talk about how often people use the elevator for the third floor. Wow, I didn’t realize so many lazy people worked in our building. I’m about to chime in with some zinger remark, sure to get laughs from this audience of two (and God, I’m sure, too).
Then they mention that it’s unfortunate that the stairway is locked between the 2nd and 3rd floors, making the 3rd floor impossible to reach by stairs unless you have a key. OK, I’m a judgmental jerk. [-10 cool points] Praise God that I didn’t open my mouth. I’d rather learn my lesson in humility without looking like a complete idiot.
I’m quick to judge others, and it stinks. I won’t go into it, because you know what it’s like, whether you’re a judger or judgee. I want to be better – the lesson in the elevator was a start, writing this post is another step.
Care to share your snap judgment story with us?
* Actually mentioned in a Charlie Brown Christmas, watched this very night
