Mr. Diamond and I were discussing how our lives have changed over the years. Gone are those days of being room mom, school parties and chauffeuring kids to play dates. Gone are the endless trips to schools and orthodontist appointments. No more nights spent in football stadiums, freezing cold Saturday mornings spent on soccer fields or spending weekends shuttling kids to different parties and friends’ houses.
Our own personal lives have changed a bit, also. We no longer spend 3 or 4 nights of the week attending meetings or gatherings of some kind or another. We don’t have the same commitments that we once had. Quite frankly I am no longer a fan of going out late at night.
We are living la Vida Lamo and yes—I made the word up. Spell check does not agree with me that it is a word. I disagree. (And the proper pronunciation is with a long A and a long O sound just for those of you who were wondering.) In other words–living the lame life.
If you wonder what Living la Vida Lamo consists of I have made a short list of some examples.
- Today our lame lives are often ruled by felines. The last one into the bedroom at night is in charge of door barricading. Our one cat, Buddy, loves to break in during the night. We don’t like sleeping with cats who continue to walk on our heads, sniff, purr loudly and lick so the last person in is in charge of putting the basket in front of the door. God forbid we ever have a fire and have to get past the barricaded door in a hurry.
- You know you are Living la Vida Lamo when your weekend activities include flattening all the cardboard in your garage for recycling and you preschedule it like it is an appointment.
- Another sign that you have sunk to a lame life is when you are both in bed by 9 pm. Now granted, we have a tv in the bedroom and I always read before I go to sleep but still—-the nights that we are in bed by 9 pm far outweigh the number of nights we are not in bed by 9 pm.
- Going to use the loo includes hearing a cat race to join you in the bathroom and rolling around on the rug because you are a captive audience who will pet his belly. Lame.
- A date includes going to Fleet Farm for bird seed, ice melter and pictures with a cardboard Uncle Si from Duck Dynasty.
- You might be Living la Vida Lamo if you find yourself attuned to the sound of the UPS truck in the neighborhood and look expectantly out the window knowing that yet another eBay teapot is on the way to you.
- Another sure sign that your lame life is a certainty is the nightly vigil of looking out the windows to see the deer and bunnies who are foraging around your bird feeders necessitating yet another trip to Fleet Farm for bird seed.
- Living La Vida Lamo also means that every couch and chair has a fuzzy blanket somewhere to accommodate feline napping. Add to that an unlimited supply of lint rollers by the door before exiting the house and you KNOW your life is now beyond lame.
There you have it. Some of the sure signs that you are Living la Vida Lamo. To be quite honest with you—it really isn’t that bad. I would take the lamo life to the stress-filled living from one crisis to the next life any day. A little lame is okay for this gal. How about you?
