Let me tell you a little bit about my mom. She had a strong personality and felt a deep sense of wrong and right. Her joy was her family and was strongly protective of her little clan. If you fell under mom’s umbrella she was your fan. I’m not claiming she was perfect but she did her best to give her best for her family. Here are a just a few of the things I was fortunate to be taught by mom. Continue reading
The scene: junior high gym.
The crowd: a group of newly minted 7th graders sitting on the bleachers.
The time: first day of gym class in the big pond known as junior high.
The main actor: the gym teacher.
Gym teacher: (paraphrase) Listen, you aren’t in grade school anymore. You’re getting older. You have to start taking care of yourself. You have to shower after each gym class. (verbatim) Because the only one who can’t smell your body odor is…you.
This is the second letter of advice to my phantom child. Sound weird? I’ve done weirder things than dole out counsel to a phantom child. Sad, yes, but true. So, this is the talk I’ve never been able to have with my 14 year old child – who doesn’t exist.
I’m not really a very serious person. While organizing my blog I noticed my serious blogs are outweighing my silly blogs. This isn’t a true representation of me. Despite the fact I have a seemingly permanent scowl on my face (which is more of a confused look than one of disdain) I love to laugh. In order to fix the situation, I pledge that the next few blogs will be nothing but sheer silliness. If they are too silly for you to join me, I understand.
First up, lessons I’ve learned this week. I’ve confirmed that I like my hair parted on the left, not the right. Hair is a sensitive subject with me as I’ve never really had a good hair day in my 30-some-odd years. Since high school graduation, I’ve had to keep it short because it grows in so thick I get severe headaches when styling it (just thinking of my French Braid phase makes my right eye twitch). Let me add, I am very, very tired of short hair. About a year ago, I started going to a new hairdresser. She insists that I part my hair on the right side. Every month for the past year I’ve shown up at her cutting station with my hair parted on the left. And after every cut, I leave with it parted on the right. So, this week I started thinking maybe she knows something I don’t. After all, she is a professional. A bold move for me, I decided to try and change my rutted ways and I parted my hair on the right. Since my hair is so short I had some spikey parts that I couldn’t get to curl on top of my head. The result? My hairstyle channeled the ‘do of one Ace Ventura. Needless to say, I am parting my hair on the left again.
The second thing I learned this week involved my daily Yogurt. I haven’t decided if I like the Yoplait Whipped Yogurt or not. The texture is akin to eating Cool Whip. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a nice helping of whipped topping on a piece of pie. And when I was a kid, I loved to eat Cool Whip right off the spoon. But that was when I was a kid weighing less than 100 pounds. Whenever I eat whipped yogurt, my mind struggles to accept the fact that I’m eating something very similar to something I decided I shouldn’t be eating. On the side of the container is a suggestion to “Try it frozen.” I figured that might help me relax and enjoy it. So I tried it frozen yesterday. Not sure how to describe the experience but my tongue did not appreciate so many aspects of it. I will not be trying it again.
Finally, because everything comes in threes, I learned that I can sleep sitting up. At, let’s say, a desk, facing a computer screen. Not going to go into any detail on this one.
Those were the lessons I’ve learned this week. I should feel a little smarter than when I started the week except for all the things I used to know and forgot. So actually, I guess I broke even in the lesson department. And truth be told, I learned the last one awhile ago. I just needed something to round off my list.