Thank you to my son, who is celebrating a big birthday this weekend. I fretted. We didn’t have anything big planned. This is what he asked for: to sleep in his tent out in the backyard. And he wanted a big red rubber playground ball to use for kickball. I want to give him a big kiss. Well, I want to do that a lot, because he’s my kid and he’s adorable, but, really, thank...
‘Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary.’ Oscar...– @lawrencepearce
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most...– Kurt Vonnegut (via pureblyss)
Loving ourselves through the process of owning our own story is the bravest...– from Daring Greatly
I’ve been absolutely terrified every moment of my life and I’ve...– G.Melton, Momastery.com
Thank you, tumblr. Now I have eight seasons of Supernatural to watch. Wouldn’t have had any idea it even existed, but no, you all had to keep posting about it, and making gifs….
Lying to your children.
Tuesday started out like any other day. We were running a little bit late, and I got my youngest in the car. We hustled out of the driveway and had made it maybe 100 feet past our house when I saw it: our cat, dead, hit by a car in the middle of the road. Thank God for adrenaline, because I turned into someone I am not usually. I called out quickly, “Oops! Forgot something!” and...
On this day in Slacker Mom history...
I am finally taking something down. I’m embarrassed to tell you what it is, but it starts with “Ch” and ends in “ree”. Happy Saint Patrick’s Day.
If you’re too young to have kids, just wait. The romantic love you feel for all of those guys, the ones in class, the ones on the movie screen, the ones on the page, all of that love will pale in comparison to the depth of love for your child. And then there’s the pain. I will just share one tiny, insignificant example, and then you can extrapolate from there (meaning, if this one...
Bones I have to pick with "YOLO"
So I will make this short, since I only live once, and spending too much time on a Tumblr post is not precious time well spent. Issues that I take with YOLO: It stole its concept from “Carpe Diem.” Seize the Day is ancient. Learn a little Latin and make an effort, YOLO. Good catch phrases don’t make use of the second person. Writers encourage the 1st or 3rd person, i.e.,...
Sometimes I love those blogs with pictures of pretty, clean, white houses full of beautiful sunshine. Sometimes I just want that person to come clean my house.
Crippling writer's block is not ....
I can’t even finish a title to the post. Awesome sauce. In tribute to my writer’s block, I will now post a picture and quote from my favorite writer’s block duellist, Ernest Hemingway, because when I can’t think of words, I steal someone else’s. Preferably someone who is long dead so he can’t come after me for it. Let us proceed: “There is nothing to...
Story of my life
This is me: I work to the point of exhaustion to get a break. I am heard saying something like, “If they’d just give me a shot….” I am confident, dare I say cocky, about how I will tear it up one side and down the other if given that chance. I get the chance, the opportunity, the big break. I am paralyzed, in complete abject terror, because I am going to royally screw...
Public Thankfulness -- Real or Really Annoying?
I’m sorry. I will say it right now, because I know some people will think this is a bit of a jerky post. The whole posting to Facebook what a person is thankful for rubs me the wrong way. I know that many people are really making a genuine attempt to be grateful, but…. What if I just took the time to do it on my own each day? I guess what I mean is, what is the purpose of making...
For the love of candy corn...Sexy Crayon exists! →
In the continuing saga of every women’s Halloween costume basically being a one-way ticket to Skanktown…
For adult women, Halloween is apparently about...
photo courtesy cheezburger.com I can’t make the connection between a holiday with roots in a Celtic harvest festival and skankin’ it up. Where is it written that women’s costumes have to evolve from innocent cutie to super slut? ”Getting some” as a goal at Halloween is NOT more important than gorging on candy and/or scaring yourself silly. Manufacturers...
Don't Think, Just Throw
One of our favorite things to do when whiling away the hours is to subscribe to various philosophies of life. There’s nothing so refreshing as latching on to someone else’s reason for living. It can really get a girl through a day. Honestly. One such philosophy comes back around from time to time. We, and we bet, you, too, are sometimes guilty of over-thinking things. In truth,...
Why the Extreme Manscaping?
Good Enough is Good usually reserves our deep thoughts for our own issues of not feeling up to par, but we’ve mentioned in earlier posts that we’re concerned for our male brethren and their hang-ups, too. We try to embrace equal opportunity in our crises of self-esteem. We noticed while watching a show the other day that the male lead seemed less hairy than he did in the last...
Redemption Is Sexy (but also requires screwing...
Let’s start with a few definitions: redemption [ri-demp-shuhn]: atonement for guilt Damon Salvatore: see below That second one was just an opportunity to show a nice picture. Let’s get on with the post, shall we? Why is the bad boy hotter than the good? This is not a new concept, despite the fact that it plays out well in The Vampire Diaries. Heck, Hamlet was a bad boy....
You. Are. Enough.
This week we lost a dear friend of ours. We will miss her. In truth, we have missed her already for a while. Several years ago she was consumed by her struggles with addiction and made a conscious choice to withdraw from her social circle. My one regret is that I let her go without putting up a fight for her. When we remember her, one of our first thoughts is, “She was so put...
Oh, hair, what a tangled web you are!
This is how it started. I finally was making a little money. So I decided, since I don’t blow dry my hair or do anything with it, really, I’d get someone to cut it well, so it would just look good on its own. But I’m a Good Enough is Good girl. So you know how this is going to go. I did get a good hair cut, but resembled a teen pop idol. Not the effect I was going for. ...
The green-eyed monster. A theory here at Good Enough is Good is that some devious person (man?) invented it to slow all women down. Because if we were always tight sisters instead of brawly frenemies, we’d be unstoppable. Am I right? But it may be a tad evolutionary. The evidence? A sad, sad state of affairs here at headquarters. There was this fuzzy little cat one of us (okay, it was...
Women, we must help the girls!
So I like to peek at my followers’ blogs, and I noticed one girl re-blogged some pictures of outfits. But one of the pictures was tagged “thin.” Then I was STUPID and searched on the tag. BIG MISTAKE. Please look at what was on one particular blog: I’m doing the abc diet and like I really need to lose weight, I’m 115lbs and 5ft 5 and like I want to know if there...
The Buskers of 17th Street
Well, one thing that Good Enough Is Good can be called is self-absorbed. Hopefully only on occasion. Things can get a bit myopic around here, and when we’re all wrapped up in navel-gazing, it does help to look outward to the world and realize that there’s a whole lot more going on than people looking at our hair and thinking, “Gross.” So one cure for the “I...
How did this happen?
gif courtesy of lemonclan archive on tumblr Okay.We here at Good Enough is Good are ambivalent all over the place about this Garnier Nutrisse commercial. It’s been out for a while, apparently, but seems to be in heavy airplay all of a sudden on Cartoon Network, oddly enough, airing between some inane boy shows that our small offspring were watching. We think Tina Fey is smart, funny,...
When did "hanging out" turn into "entertaining"?
Once upon a time a girl and a guy lived together, and they had lots of friends. On Saturday or Sunday, they’d roam around to the farmer’s market or the grocery store, and at some point in the day, they would either drive over to friends’ houses or friends would show up at their house. Someone would offer up a beer and all the gathered people would chat and hang out. There...
True Confessions of a Possible Hobbit
One of our aims here at Good Enough is Good is to remind American women that they are perfect just how they are. Imperfectly perfect. One of the ways to promote that is to cool it with the posing. You know what I’m talking about. Pretending that everything in your world is easy-peasy lemon-squeezy when it’s not. Acting as though you wake up calm, cool, and perfectly coiffed, ready...
Sing, Sing a Song....
I think it’s time on this blog to talk a little about the things a girl who is Good Enough does well. We talk often about not measuring up and letting ourselves off the hook for that. But remember, it’s always okay to be proud of what we do well, too. Today, one thing I KNOW I do well (whoo, look at that all caps emphasis) is sing in random places. Notice I didn’t say the...
On the making of lists
Oh, do I love a good list. It’s calming to put down everything I can think of that I might possibly need to get done. It’s as if there aren’t any surprises coming my way in the universe. Nothing like a list to create the illusion of control. But there is a problem with a hearty list. I never get to the bottom of it. A few things will get crossed off, and then someone will...
It's summer. Relax. We mean it.
Here are some tasks to complete during summer, from a random surveying of children we here at Good Enough is Good happen to know: Dig a big hole. Maybe all the way to China. Go at least one whole day in underwear only. If a no-pants day isn’t possible, then wear just bathing suit all day. Play with every toy in the house. Fill big hole with water. Mix up a lot of mud. Ride bike...
Not everyone agrees that good enough is good...and...
So I stumbled across a blog, whose subtitle reads: “empowering wives to joyfully serve.” And I probably should have stopped reading there. But I didn’t. Clearly this person’s point of view is LIGHT YEARS apart from mine. My husband and I both work outside the home. We split a lot of the chores and the child-rearing responsibilities. We each do things at home better...
Fifty Shades of Whaa???
Full disclosure: in order to write this blog post, I have to admit that I read Fifty Shades of Grey last weekend. If you don’t know what it is, go google it. Unless you’re a young ‘un. Then don’t. Suffice it to say that it’s naughty reading, and it is making the author a BIZILLIONAIRE. Cover of the book in question (courtesy of Amazon). So dirty parts aside...
Let us now praise regular dudes.
I know, I know, it’s Mother’s Day. But I want to take a second to heap some appreciation on guys. Some women seem to enjoy male-bashing, but basing my worldview on my husband, guys need to be given props. Here’s why: my husband constantly reminds me that I am enough. That he loves me, not the me I plan to be. In his words, “I married you. Pretty sure that’s a...
Oh yeah, the yard.
Currently in my hometown it’s raining, and it’s warm, so stuff is growing. And there are 9 million Home Depot and Lowe’s ads on TV that get me kind of excited to go out into my back yard and do something. If your yard looks like the picture below (courtesy of Lowe’s), you are a beast and I salute you. So I go out there. So let’s say it’s a Saturday. I...
Kids' Birthdays. Yeah, We're Going There.
Raise your hand if there’s ever been a bounce house in your backyard. Now, smack that hand. I’m telling you, what are you doing to that birthday kid of yours? He’s going to get out in the real world, and there will be no bounce house for him, and he’s going to feel like he’s entitled to bouncy houses, but none will come. Do you throw rose petals at his feet when...
Fitness = Land of Fail
It’s the most wonderful time of the year. Summer is around the corner. There are many, many reasons why this is wonderful. Some people might be looking forward to the opportunity to show off a gorgeous bikini body. I might not be one of those people. Who’s kidding. I am most certainly not one of those people. Here’s what I’d like to think I look like: Here’s...
Suck it, Martha Stewart.
Our inaugural post sets the tone. I personally work outside of the home, have two children, and a husband, and a dog. This Christmas it struck me: my efforts to create some sort of perfect Christmas were pathetic. And guess what? My kids did not care a bit, and they had fun, and life went on. So right here, in the afterglow of New Year’s Resolutions, we here at Good Enough is Good...