taking a page from one of marta's adorable diaries... here's a look back at my week...
i love the taste of: mini-sized twix, twizzlers, snickers & skittles. everything tastes better when it's miniature...especially when a miniature person willingly shares it with you!
i love the smell of: chlorine while i watch my toddlers taking lessons in one pool and the active adults 65+ aquasize class in the other. i enjoy feeling like i am smack in the middle of these two ends of the lifespan spectrum. i have a lot to learn from each. both age groups are well-beyond vanity and know that having fun and moving in the water with your friends are a lot more important than looking hot in a swimsuit.
i love the feel of: having my eyebrows groomed by someone else. (however, i do not love the self-conscious feeling i get every time the wax girl says, "just the brows, right?" i wanna laugh and say, " yeah...let the mustache and chin hairs keep growing"...but what if she's not kidding? do i have a mustache? when did i get this mustache? why has no one told me i have a mustache? and am i even spelling mustache correctly?! help!)
i love the look of: surprise in the target check-out lady's eyes when she looks at the twins in their full-check-out-glory (i.e. tantruming because i refuse to buy them each their own pack of watermelon bubble yum and full-size cans of red bull). ...no, not that look of surprise....i love it when she says, "gee, you really have your hands full" (like i've never heard that one before...) and i respond sincerely, " and you haven't seen my oldest two!"....that look of surprise!
i love the sound of: the seatbelt buckle clicking. after i have hustled my darlings through the target (still tantruming) and the parking lot (having several close calls with four-wheel drives)--threatened, cajoled, counted to ten (four times!), bribed and offered to help the two independent parties get into their booster seats. after being rejected numerous times, i finally start the car, adjust my sunglasses, buckle my own seatbelt and wait. and wait. then "mom, i can't dooooooo it! help!" so, i take off the glasses, unbuckle, unlock, open the door, get in the side door, climb over the shopping bags, reach into the third row and right then, click! "never mind, mom!"
i am thankful for: a little sister whose dear diary is much better than mine...and capital letters...i can't stand writing like this! i don't know how you do it, min! just know...imitation is the most sincere form of flattery...xo
9 comments:
I LOVE these dear diary entries. I bought some of Min's diaries to be able to do this, but can't seem to bring myself to defile their pretty pages.
I loved your diary entry. I think the swimming one was right on the money. You observed such a cool thing that I've never thought about before - being in the middle of those lifespans. I loved that. And I feel for you at Target. Can't imagine with that experience with twinks.
this made me SOOOOOOO happy. i love glimpsing into the life that i know oh so well. keep up the diary entries. and yes no capitals is really a renovation. i think i'll strt skppng vwls nxt.
xo.
I love the seatbelt clicking because, seriously, that's when you know you're phew! done (if just for a little while) because they are safely contained and there's nothing anyone can do about it!
I so loved the seatbelt thing, too. That is my every single day!!! Complete with screaming. Cause Grace can't do anything difficult without screaming. It goes against her nature.
Yes, the mustache and whiskers might be a bonus inheritance from both your parents. I think I always had a faint mustache, but when I hit 50 (you've got a while) the full blown scruff appeared. My waxing girl says it's totally normal, and the waxing guy (who dresses like a girl and wears makeup) probably likes it. It's a weird world.
I loved your observations at the pool... never thought about those two groups that way.
I'm so with you on the Target checkout wars only I can't get out of there without a pack of gum to share with Cha-Cha... I must learn from your resolve, I know I will pay later when she's asking for bigger things!
Seatbelt struggles... gotta love them. Cha-Cha shrieks if the seatbelt is too loose, too tight, you name it... it's never quite right!
I can't wait until I am old and I don't care about the bathing suit thing. I think I will be there in about two years.
I enjoyed learning more about you. Don't wax the stash until you have to. Plucking is way more fun.
Neat post! Sounds like fun. I'm with you on the capitalization. =)
Very fun post. You sure know how to write sister. (love Marta's diary posts too- but there's something to be said for a mom version).
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