Are You All Tucked In?
Jun 26, 2008
Are You All Tucked In?
Jun 22, 2008
Things I'd Like to Do, but Never Do
I have this need to write something right now. Nothing in particular is striking me as important, so I'll just write. I like to write. I like a lot of things that I don't do enough or at all. Here are some of them:
- Sing. I love to sing. When I am driving alone, I sing at the top of my lungs. It feels great.
- Dance. In one of my former lives I had some pretty decent moves. I used to choreograph whole dances in my 100 square foot basement bedroom. It started with my modern dance days and pretty much ended with my high school madrigal days. Now I just do the Hokey Pokey with Mollie and it's fun, but just not the same.
- Watch movies. My husband doesn't like to watch movies so we rarely do that together. And when I have my own time, I always grab a book instead. But a nice chick flick always hits the spot.
- Eat Nielsen's Frozen Custard. I worked there for a year in high school and had a daily dose. That year I also lost 10 pounds. Hmm...maybe avoiding that stuff is only making me fatter!
- Talk to my sisters. Coming from a family of all girls mean that there is always a lot of talking going on. So much in fact, that it requires a lot of time to keep up! I wish I talked to my sisters more.
- Talk to my mom. Same dilemna as talking to my sisters. Mom always has something interesting to tell me and it's chicken noodle soup to my soul.
- Create things. I love the adrenaline of coming up with a new idea and putting it together. It's better than getting high. I think.
- Shop. I used to love to shop A LOT. Somehow it's lost some glamour over the past few years, I don't know why. I am sure Cory is grateful for that. But I do love the euphoria of finding the perfect pair of shoes, or buying something you think you would never wear and then wearing it, or finding the perfect gift.
- Sleep. I used to take naps. A time long ago and in a galaxy far far away.
Even if it's hard to do find time to do the things that you really like, it feels good to write them down. Maybe that would work with exercise too. If I just wrote about it, maybe it would have the same effect as doing it? Sounds like a good experiment. I'll let you know how it goes, but right now I've got a date with a Custard named Nielsen.
Jun 13, 2008
1978. Great year. I was one year old and was a flower girl at my aunt Gayla's wedding. My mom and I wore matching dresses, which she made. I don't remember the event of course, but there is a sweet picture of my mom and I with our cheeks pressed together, dresses matching, dimples and all.
Fast forward. 2008. Cory is getting Mollie ready for church. I am doing dishes. In the kitchen walks a reincarnation of ME...30 YEARS later! My mom saved the dress, Cory found it, and Mollie wore it to church. Not bad! Better than a trip to the DI!
Now if you are worried that we are resorting to desperate fashion measures, do not be alarmed. The line has been drawn. My mom made me a corduroy, bell-bottomed jump-suit with a matching quilted vest and a striped turtleneck for my first day of Kindergarten. That amounts to about 5 layers of clothing for an August school day. Ugh. It also looked like a boy suit. I hated it the minute I saw it. I can still see it swaying threateningly in my closet...my childhood scars tingle when I think about it. Maybe a little bit of 70's flower girl, but that's as much funk as I can allow. Mom, PLEASE keep that green Karen Carpenter-wanna-be-machine away from Cory!
Jun 7, 2008
...And it's Still in Use Today
Cousin Caleb: We're hiking!
Both: Giggle, giggle