And POOF...The Hair and I Turned Twelve

I was a sixth grader when I turned twelve. It was a very eventful year for me. I broke my leg. My niece was born. And I cut my hair...the front of it anyway. Enter poofy bangs. Enter buying stock in hairspray.

Enter...why didn't someone teach me to suck in????

MMMMM....funfetti cake! And did you notice? Pop made its way into cans since last year at this time. According to other birthday photos, it looked like I enjoyed a quiet evening at home with my parents, my friend Amber, and a dinner of hamburgers and cauliflower salad.

Eleven...Bows and Bottles

I am SO GLAD it's Friday. I was so worn out from the week that I came straight home and took a nap tonight. Boy don't I have an exciting weekend life!?!?

I discovered after looking carefully at these pictures form when I was eleven...my how times have changed.

My gift in this picture is a set of puffy paint bottles - with which I made a T shirt for my Mom...which she was kind enough to wear. (Clarification. I DECORATED the T shirt. I did not construct the actual shirt out of Puffy paint.) Please also notice the large BOW stuck on the back of my head. I'm so thankful bows are in the past.

And this was the most depressing one of all - pop BOTTLES on the table.

Ten with Attitude

Before I start this post, let me say if you haven't seen the one right below it, you should scroll down because you might get a laugh. As if the pictures here won't be laugh enough.

Anyway, Mom was so worn out from my fifth birthday party (friend party) that I didn't get a second one until I was ten. Actually this is something I plan to carry on with my own kids. Too many friend parties can get chaotic, not to mention expensive. So anyway, here was my second party...for my tenth birthday.

I cut most of the guests out of this one...they'll thank me. :) I chose it to post because I was so proud of these glasses. I loved them. They were attitude glasses...does anyone remember those? They were the thing to have in the late 80's. My sister had a red (I think) pair and she got me these blue ones and I was as excited over that as I would have been over a million bucks. I wore them everywhere until I got in trouble for wearing them to school. One of the employees made me take them off, telling me they would ruin my eyes. (I would so love to go track her down and tell her that at thirty, I still don't need glasses or contacts...but that would be vindictive, so I simply post about it here.)

Wonder what she would have thought of the much smaller version (yet every bit as fake) that I bought early on in the work world to make people think I was older?

One of the games at the party was a dress up game. Mom packed a suitcase with a collection of mismatched clothes and accessories and each person had to unzip the suitcase, put everything on, run back around that building in the background (my playhouse) and then back to the suitcase, take off the stuff that had been in the suitcase, repack it, zip it...and then whoever completed it in the fastest time won. Fairly sure I didn't win, but I can see I was having an extremely uninhibited day!

Great Legs

Have you seen those commercials for Gas-X (I think) where the people are so uncomfortable that every word in a conversation sounds like some gas-related word?

Here's the Bekahland version of that story. This week has been the first that I've pulled the summer clothes back out of storage, and I'm still getting used to all the summer lengths of everything.

Today I wore a dress that hits me just at the knee when I stand up (oh well it was my Easter dress...which I posted a picture of back in the day, I think.) When I sit down, of course, it's slightly shorter, and I'm fine with that...but I just haven't quite gotten used to it yet for the summer. I had a couple of appointments today, and one of them was a whole family squished in my little office. They were sitting and standing in every spare inch of my office, so I was a little paranoid about the whole skirt length thing.

I sat in my chair tugging at the dress while TRYING to pay attention to what they were saying to me. The student's father said something that made me totally jerk my head around...I thought for SURE he'd said "Great legs."

Turns out (since we were talking about loans and lending institutions) he was asking me if the lender in question was "Great Lakes." I'm sure he was puzzled by my horrified look...which quickly relaxed once I realized what he said.

Good grief.

I Turned Nine Back When Mom Had Eardrums

My poor mother had the misfortune of being on the phone with me this evening when I heard the final Idol results. I screamed so loud my throat still hurts.

It makes no sense to me - but WOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

OH! And another thing. Remember when Ryan asked Carly if she'd thought about singing another song? And she said yes, but she felt like this one was more her style? Um, how about you chose this one because you were told that it was better for you???? Did she forget we saw that on a video clip????

So now that I turned her deaf before her time.....

Here was the year I turned nine. These pictures were taken outside the Wendys-turned-Starbucks in Kokomo. My choice of an eating establishment. Parents should have been so lucky to have me for a kid. I was a cheap birthday dinner. :) I am looking awed because I am staring at my birthday gift: a guinea pig.

I forget what I named it. That is really bugging me. But anyway, it had been born into our third grade classroom...its Mom's name was Carmel. That I remember. Why can't I think of what I named it? Anyway, my mother was THRILLED to welcome a rodentish type thing into the house, and given my general fear of such creatures, I can't even tell you precisely why I liked them. But I did.


Sorry Lori. I spared you yesterday. Here are the three sisters...aren't we cute? I actually posted this one because behind us up on the wall is the No Smoking sign that always fascinated me as a kid. I used to wonder if the tiny space behind it on the wall was the no smoking area. Clearly my thinking skills needed developing....

American Idol/Turning Eight

To answer the question I've already been asked this evening - nope, I did not know any of the songs on Idol tonight. The closest I came to knowing one was the one Jason Castro sang - because I have a music box that plays that tune.



Here are my thoughts.



* Syesha - Phats, were you pretty happy with that performance? I thought of you. I know how much you love her!! :) I thought she did an AWESOME job. She seemed so comfortable, she really got to showcase who she was, and I thought it was her personal best. She would do great on Broadway. She could combine all her talents in one spot!



* Jason - I think this was a time when my lack of knowledge of the songs allowed me to enjoy it. I thought he did a really nice job, but obviously I was in the minority on that. But I can see how someone who knew how the song was traditionally performed would be unimpressed with his take on it. I do have to say that his interview was my favorite. I laughed more than once at the stuff both of them said.



* Brooke - Oh my poor Brooke. She's gonna go home this week and I HATE that. I felt so bad for her that she had to start over - for the second time this year. I admire her for having the guts to realize she NEEDS to start over. I agree it's a brave thing to do. But I also agreed with Simon that when she did, she got so tense and it was an extremely uncomfortable performance. I didn't enjoy it at all because I was so scared she'd freeze up again. Bless her heart.



* David A. - Well he was good like he always is. But I was with Simon (again). It was good and good enough to keep him in, obviously, but it was forgettable.



* Carly - I was so hoping she'd mess up so Brooke could stay, but rats. She nailed it. She had a lot of fun with it, so I guess that's good.



* David C. - Did anyone think the start of that song sounded a little Josh Groban-esque? I just loved it. I agreed with (brace yourself...) Simon! I prefer the edgier sound out of him (is edgier a word?) - but he did a great job and I admit I was melted into a little pool in front of the TV by the end.



Bottom 3? Ooh...I don't know. Brooke, Jason, and maybe Carly? I don't know on the third one. I think it will come down to who has the least amount of fans. Aside from Brooke, they all did well. She'll go home. :(



And in other, non Idol news...here's the fabulous pictures from when I turned eight. Lori, you can thank me later for not posting the other one I had.



These were from my party at school - good old second grade.

Seven and Heavenly Days...

I took a vacation day today. I've been looking forward to such a day for a lonnnnnnnng time. Though I still had to contend with the alarm, it was nice to get to ignore it for a bit longer than usual. And the day was very fun. I went shopping with my Mom and got a couple of new things that I hadn't planned to spring for just yet, but they were there and the price was right.

But here was the bummer of taking today off work. I was told that I missed my name on the radio! I listen to wbcl when I'm at work, and Friday, the morning guys (Phil, Jim, and Larry) were talking all about the earthquake. People called in to tell where they were when it happened and how they figured out what was going on...and Phil said something about feeling like the only one who missed it. I got on the Rise n Shine page on the web and sent him a message to let him know he'd not been the only one to miss out entirely, but his show went off the air about five minutes after I sent the message. Evidently today he read my message on the air! RATS! I mean yay for reading it but RATS for missing it! Oh well.

Here's a couple pictures of the FABULOUSLY awkward stage of being seven. The hair...the teeth...what a rough time of life for kids.

This one seemed appropriate today because I purchased a new green backpack when I was out shopping. I wasn't nearly as amazed at today's purchase as I was over this gift...but at least I stayed in the same color family. I really wanted a pink one today but they weren't on sale. Green was. I've been borrowing my friend's backpack way too much, and that just borders on rude, so I sprang for one of my very own.

Six?

Have you seen the movie, "Where the Heart Is?" Natalie Portman and Ashley Judd? In the movie, Natalie's character, Novalee, has this issue with the number five. Everything associated with that number goes wrong. (In the book that the movie was based on, it was actually the number seven that was the problem number...just fyi.)

Well, for me, six is the problem number. This is the first year in my collection of pictures that I'm not even sure we HAVE a picture from the actual birthday. When I turned sixteen, I had a massive meltdown about hitting that major milestone. And twenty-six was the biggest letdown, because it was the downhill slope to thirty.

So maybe these pictures are from my sixth birthday and maybe they're not. But they're as close as I can get.

When I turned five, my parents got me a little puppy. I named him Pokey. Pokey ate Mom's rosebushes though, so he had to go. So I am pretty sure that when I turned six, Pokey was replaced by this little one. I've posted pictures of this dog before - this is my Chihuahua named Lassie.

This weekend, at birthday party number one, I got to hang out with my best friend's Chihuahua - Belle. Made me realize how much I miss a cute little dog. Maybe someday!!

Bits for Sunday, April 20, 2008

I was talking on the phone to one of my friends this week…and we discussed how both our lives are unfolding much differently from the way we envisioned in those infamous growing up planning sessions. In both our cases there have been hurts and disappointments that we didn’t adequately prepare for, but I’m not really sure there is a way to properly brace for things so unexpected. That’s part of growing up, I guess – the learning to take what happens and move forward with it marking the person you’ll be from that moment onward.

But aside from the tough times, I’m pretty excited about the good things that have happened along the way so unexpectedly. Last week I wrote about some of the adventures I’ve had over the past thirty years. Today when I was looking for something, I stumbled upon a paper I wrote my senior year in high school. Our English teacher asked us to write an essay on what we would choose to do with our lives if we could do anything we wanted and be guaranteed that we would not fail. Being “hopelessly in love” with a pastor-to-be at that time, the logical choice for me was to choose to write about being a pastor’s wife.

So I did…and I had the whole thing figured out, from contributing to the potlucks to teaching Sunday School. (WOW – did I have much to learn about what that role really entails!) And at the end of my paper, my teacher wrote that I’d done a nice job with the assignment, but had I ever thought about being the pastor instead of the wife?

Well, no I hadn’t, and that still isn’t my intention in life, but she brought up a good point, because there were so many things that I hadn’t thought about doing. And along the way, I came up with the idea to just try some of them…to just see what would happen.

And as it turned out, the things that I love most now were things I never could have envisioned back then.

Some of the things have come about because of friends I’ve met and their willingness to share the things they love to do. Some have come about because of the influence of classes and professors who uncovered passions in me that I didn’t even know existed. Some have even come about because of those tough times I didn’t expect and the need I had to get through them using whatever means necessary.

And so today I’m not a pastor’s wife. Maybe I will be and maybe I won’t be. That remains to be seen, I suppose. But today I am many things that I never knew I could be. And when I think back to that day in senior English when I tried to look ahead and envision the best possible life I could think to dream up, I see that I didn’t have a clue about the things God had in mind for me.

From this chair where I sit today, I also know that I can’t see forward to know what else is ahead in this life plan. I can’t see the joys and I can’t see the rest of the tough times. This is one reason I love writing so much…I’m able to keep track of the great things as a reminder of their existence, and I’m able to keep track of how I got through the rough patches, as a reminder that when the next one comes, I will be able to get through it. My own history proves that.

Life never goes exactly how you plan it, but that doesn’t mean it’s not filled with a beauty all its own…if you’re willing to see it.

Five and Fabulously Attitudinal

Today I went to two birthday parties. One for a three year old, followed by one for a two year old. My hats off to the parents of all children everywhere...I don't know how you have the energy to do it. :)

I had a great time...don't get me wrong. It is so much fun to watch little ones rip into gifts (Hannah even ripped right into a gift BAG...now THAT is excitement to get to a gift!) and smear cake all over their faces and run around with their friends...

But oh the joy of crawling back in my car, cranking up my music, and driving off into the...rain.

At both parties, the parents/grandparents stood by with video camera in hand, capturing all priceless moments and perhaps the chance to win however many thousands of dollars AFV gives away these days. Back in my day, (or at least in my household) video cameras were not to be found. Tape recorders, however, were. And as I mentioned a few posts ago, when I turned five, my brave mother invited a dozen or so of my closest (okay only) friends over for my first ever friend party. She interviewed each party guest on tape. Last weekend she sent the tape to me and I listened to it. Listened to my typical-kid-jump-from-topic-to-topic-and-randomly-giggle-way-too-loudness.

Clearly my personality was beginning to emerge.

These pictures are from my family birthday party. I've just learned since college to work on correcting this chin-in-the-air look. EVERY SINGLE PICTURE at my college graduation open house has this same pose.

Oh! There it is again. Remember the Etch-A-Sketch??? Great church toy. Until you had to shake it upside down to clear it. (Preferably over the top of your head...much to the dismay of your mother.)


See how much better I do now?? This is from party #1 today - a picture with my best friend who has stuck by me through every single drama and hair color since the fifth grade. Don't you think she deserves a medal? I rarely get to see her now...this was the first since Christmas.

Four and Fish Poetry

I was recently made aware that I had arrived at "that" age (whatever specific age "that" is) - when toys from my childhood came back - in slightly reformed states - to be the latest and greatest things ever in life. Care Bears. Cabbage Patches. Strawberry Shortcake.

And apparently that was the theme of the year when I turned four. Cake...doll...books...the whole bit.


My Grandma made my cake - she did some GOOD work. In the little fish bowl there was my first "very own pet."


Those of you at church the night of the Bachelorette might remember that I shared how I'm NO GOOD at poetry. In that infamous poetry class I somehow passed in college, I wrote the following poem for my portfolio. It is horrible, and I am aware of that. But it tells the story of the fish.

I called her Shari
Because she was a birthday
Present from my cousin Shari.

She swam around in a bowl.
No fancy rocks or lights -
Just a bowl of water.

Then the bowl was missing.
"Mom, where's Shari?"
She said "That's what happens
When you forget to feed her."

"How long ago did it happen?" I asked.
"Two days ago."

I am so going to regret posting that. Please please know that I don't write poetry anymore. Ever. For any reason.

Quake Comments

Not QUAKER comments. I grew up Quaker, but that's not what this is about.

Chris - I was awake for this quake or aftershock or whatever it was. Was not entirely a fan of my chair rolling across the mat without my pushing it in said direction.

Deb - I will admit that right after I'd posted to your "rapture prayer" post...I said a little one of my own when my building started shaking!!!

For those of you in the far far away...apparently we had an earthquake at some pre-alarm hour this morning. I missed the entire thing. I was out COLD. If the cats needed me...I failed them. I only heard about it when I turned on the TV this morning to check for sandal vs. sock weather. (And just to clarify...NOT sandals worn WITH socks.)

But whatever it was we just had about a half hour ago - I caught that one. Kind of a weird feeling. Skyepuppy, I think I'll leave all this business to you. :)

Thursday and Three...

This week has been so beautiful. I hear we're in for some less than pretty weather, but I have absolutely loved all the sunshine and breezes and warm air of this week! The last two weeks were pretty crazy for me, so I've very much enjoyed the chance to take it easy this week. Right now That Thing You Do is on the TV in the other room...I love that movie. I used to own it. Someone borrowed it and I've not seen it since. But it's been on TV Land a lot lately, so I've been catching up. Of course all day tomorrow, that song will be stuck in my head. Oh well.

Here's a peek into the year I turned three - told you that big mouth would be back.

Phats - this is as close to karaoke as you'll ever see out of me...

Woo Hooooooo and Two....

I was a little more than excited at tonight's Idol results...and I screamed so loud I scared the daylights out of Kaegan. Sorry, buddy. I told Mom (who doesn't watch Idol but does like to be up on what's happening with it) that I didn't think Kristy Lee was the best singer, but my biggest issue with her was her flippant attitude toward Simon...and I see she threw in one more dig right before she was eliminated.

And as for Brooke...I know she had a rough night but I was so hoping she'd make it one more week...if for no other reason, than just to make it worth missing her sister's wedding.

And here's a glimpse into life as I turned two...

Such a ham. I see they tried to get me to have an early love of mowing the lawn. Something went wrong there. Still not one of my favorite chores.


The theme of the year must have revolved around getting me ready for the great outdoors. I remember that lawn chair - had it for YEARS. Years after I outgrew it, even.

And so begin the pictures of my big mouth. You'll see more of those.

And Now that the Mascara is Gone...

Well I may not be right in my Idol predictions tonight, but I was right in my prediction to cry over BOTH the Biggest Loser and Idol.



First of all...YAY for Miss Ali for being the first ever girl to win the Biggest Loser. It was only my first season to watch, so I couldn't compare to other seasons, but I was so stinkin' proud of her for how hard she worked on and off the campus. And I was blown away by some of the other contestants when they came back. Bernie, I've decided, is my favorite guy, and I was SO excited to see him win the $100,000.

And now on to American Idol. When I heard it was Mariah night, I felt REALLY bad for all the girls...especially Syesha. They always get in trouble for trying to pull off diva music and then they were given a diva to sing?? Good grief.

* David Archuleta - Was it just me or did he look even extra young tonight? Still as cute as he can be, but tonight he looked about eight. BUT. He did a great job with the falsetto and of course he delivered yet another great performance. He's just too good to mess up much, I guess.

* Carly - Since I always pick on what she wears, I'll say that she looked very nice tonight. I liked the hair and the outfit very much. HOWEVER. I thought she sounded better on the lower notes and I didn't care for the power ending. May I just say (again) that I don't know the songs that these people sing and I couldn't pick out a Mariah song if you gave me five to choose from, so I wasn't comparing her version to Mariah's. I just didn't love it.

* Syesha - I l-o-v-e it when she wears her hair like that. She looked amazing and I thought she did a great job. I loved the ending. Obviously the judges didn't love it quite as much, but I thought it was super.

* Brooke - MAN that girl has some good posture. I thought the song was very pretty, although at the end I could tell she was getting nervous. Her husband is such a cutie and they're just such a down-to-earth looking couple that they're the kind of people I'd like to be friends with. I know that has nothing to do with her song, but I just wanted to say it. I was actually pretty hungry for a Whopper Jr. once the judges got done with the hamburger analogy.

* Kristy Lee - And while we're on the subject of hamburgers, I think Kristy Lee looked like she was eating a dill pickle the whole time she sang. Her face looked very pained. I thought her low notes sounded off, but otherwise...ehh, okay.

* David Cook - And THIS would be where I bawled my head off. NO question that he's my favorite to win now. I thought his song was exceptional, I was glad Randy stood up for him, he was my favorite of the night, and....just WOW. And seeing his brother there...oh that was just the end. And then when he started to cry...goodbye the rest of my mascara. You go, David Cook. You win.

* Jason - I liked his song, but I wish he could have performed before David Cook, because once David sang, I was ready to be done. I think Jason has come a long way from the beginning as far as having more fun and enjoying the whole experience.

And I agreed with Simon that the guys did the best tonight.

Well overall I wish that Carly and Kristy Lee would go home and the other five could all win something, because I think they're great and I don't know how to pick among them.

BUT. I rarely get the bottom 3 right, so I'll just give you my own personal bottom 3 - Carly, Kristy Lee, and Jason. Going home? Kristy Lee.

One

I'm about to settle down for a long evening's meltdown. Earlier today I was teased for planning my meltdowns...perhaps the ultimate sign of organization? :) I am only planning to cry because I'm about to watch the Biggest Loser finale, and those two brothers cry on EVERY SINGLE SHOW, and I have a feeling tonight will be no exception. I'm such a sucker for that sort of thing. After that I'll watch my American Idol tape. I read earlier today that David Cook's brother (the one with cancer) is going to be in the audience, so I'm sure I'll cry over that too.

So before I lose my mascara...

In keeping with the count-up to my birthday, I bring you the festive one year celebration.
My one year party was a family-only celebration that I am not quite sure I entirely comprehended. I seemed pretty happy about the balloon, though! And Skyepuppy - you'll notice that I was easing my way into the blonde moments...


Clearly I had no intentions of being a classy lady at this point in my life. My parents must have been so proud.

I'm a hands-on participant in celebrations. I don't remember that little riding/walking toy, but I had that toy cart for YEARS. It was a Precious Moments cart. Doesn't really look like I went without a whole lot at that celebration. And my Grandma made the cake up there behind me. It was a clown cake. How appropriate.

The Original Birth Day

...where it all began.

I have said bits and pieces of this before, but in case you're new to my blog, here's a trivia fact for you. I was born on Mother's Day - decided right from the start to make her work on her own holiday. How rude! Actually, I think she prefers to look at it as a great gift. I didn't have a lot of money back then, so I had to work with what I could, you know? (Don't have much more now, but I can't quite top THAT gift.)

Here's my mother's version of how the whole six or so hours prior to my arrival happened.

I worked Friday, May 12th, at school, and part of Saturday the 13th was spent preparing for Mother's Day (which was going to be held at your aunt's house). I decided to fix - for the first time - a peanut butter pie. I had the crust baked and the rest of the ingredients ready to put together Sunday morning. At supper on Saturday, I reacted to something funny Julie said (Julie is my next oldest sister...she would have been 15 at the time and will now probably kill me for giving you a way to figure out her age) about applesauce. (If I could just interrupt myself again to say...what is funny about applesauce?? Julie, Lori, if you have any additional insight on this mystery of my birth...please do share. Perhaps the trauma that ensued has led to my great dislike for applesauce to this very day?) Rowena and Norm (friends of my parents') stopped by. He ended up recording my contractions. We finally left for the hospital after contacting the doctor, but I didn't think it was necessary. Dad decided he should put gas in the old green van. While I waited on him to fill it up, my contractions increased. We arrived at the hospital about 11 p.m. and you were born a little over two hours later. All the pie stuff was still in the cabinet when I came home. I have still never made a peanut butter pie. And by the way - this was the year of the blizzard, so we all missed a lot of school because of weather, but I didn't miss any because I was old and pregnant.

May I also add that this "old green van" was...well...it was a piece of work. It was definitely old, although we still owned it until I was about ten. It was one of those Dodge vans with a flat nose and no seats except the front two...and carpet all over the inside. It was the chosen vessel to get her to the hospital because if they didn't make it...it was the backup plan for a roadside delivery.

Don't you just love this look I'm giving the nurse or whoever took this? Obviously this was prior to ten in the morning! :)


Oh Mom is gonna kill me when she finds out I posted this one. I actually think she looks really good for having been up all night on a holiday giving birth to a baby! And actually, when I looked at it just now I said, "Oh I have become my mother. I look exactly like this!" It's one of very few pictures I have together with my Mom when I was a baby. She was always the one taking the pictures - rarely was she in them. My hands were in mittens because I had some frighteningly long nails (already!) and they were trying to keep me from ripping up my face.

Well, in my defense, the mask IS scary. Meeting my Dad for the first time. He wrote in my scrapbook by this picture, "I had just seen the most miraculous event nature has to offer - and now I am holding her." Pretty sure I was the only one of the three of us that he got to be present for. Dads weren't allowed in the room for the first two.

Bits for Sunday, April 13, 2008

Well, the great countdown is upon us…starting tomorrow. One month until I cross the bridge from being twenty-something to being thirty. I am genuinely excited. I love celebrations and have decided, rather than to dread this impending over-the-hillness, to just embrace it and have as much fun with it as I possibly can.

Earlier today I updated my lovely layout here with a baby picture from my tinier days and a countdown banner to keep track of just how many days I have to go until the ultimate party day arrives. I looked at that picture of me in my little dedication dress…and I thought about the adventures of these years…adventures that I knew nothing about when I was propped up against the photography rug, smiling through some drool.

I think about that sometimes when I watch my friends’ kids. I see their little personalities start to pop out and I wonder what they’ll be like as adults…how will they grow and change? What things will impassion them and what things will make them giggle and cry and blush? What lives will surround theirs and what paths will they choose to walk to leave their footprints in the world?

My parents probably didn’t expect that little Drooley in a dedication gown would grow up to be a girl who tries to find the perfect blend of sarcasm, humor, and deep contemplation. A girl who drags a camera everywhere to capture any possible moment and glue it in a scrapbook. A girl whose idea of a journal is a massive hardcover book that gets to hold the memories of everything from ultimate humiliation to complete joy to “this-would-only-happen-to-you” ridiculousness. A girl who hates getting up in the morning no matter what enticing day stretches out ahead, but will stay up until 2 in the morning to cry over a sappy movie or bake chocolate chip cookies and resist getting sleepy for fear she might miss something exciting if she calls it a day.

I’ve exhausted my parents to some extent, I’m sure. But of course, giving birth in their forties probably made that a given. I listened to a tape earlier this weekend…Mom “interviewed” me on my fifth birthday, and I wore me out just listening to the tape. It’s just an audio recording, so you can’t see…but I am sure I was bouncing all over that room while she was trying to pull out of me important information like my favorite color (to which I answered “Red, just like it always is”) and my favorite food (“pizza” – which I had probably only eaten twice in my entire life at that point). I distinctly remember exasperating both of them with my “I will find this penny in my checkbook if it’s the last thing I do before I die” attitude in high school. And even now, just as they’re curling up for a long night’s rest, they’ll groan at my news of “Well I’m off to start cleaning the house” or some other craziness to be starting at 11 p.m.

In the last 30 years I’ve desired every possible career path from zookeeper to secretary to pastor’s wife to teacher to nurse to….financial aid counselor? Hmmm. I think that one just found me. I’ve had a number of hair colors and styles, and yet they accepted me as a daughter with each one – even as Ronald McDonald’s love child and bangs that required more hairspray than the family budget could afford. (These were not simultaneous do’s, you understand. Thankfully.)

They carted me to and from babysitting jobs prior to my license-holding years. Dad even drove all the way to one of the jobs when I called in a panic that I’d overloaded the toilet with baby wipes after one of the kids had an illness-induced diaper blowout and I didn’t know what to do. (It’s truly a wonder I made it this far into adulthood, now that I think about it.) They lived through dozens…hundreds?...of crushes and my cries of “but if I don’t marry him, I’ll just die” – assuring me with pats on the back that I would in fact, NOT die. And so far they’ve been right.

Yes, if they’d known all of this (and more) that 30 years ahead of them would entail when they stood over to the side and watched Drooley smile at the photographer, they might have sneaked out a side door and run for their lives.

But they didn’t, and I came home and managed to grow up and make it out on my own for lo these many years…and now I’m excited to look ahead to untold adventures to come.

This month I’m reading a book by Nancie Carmichael called Desperate for God. She writes about prayer and how a person’s prayer life can follow the stages of life itself…from infancy to youth to middle age to maturity. In her section on infancy, she writes this, which reminded me that regardless of how old I’m getting in real life, and how far behind me those childhood years get, I need to hang onto a bit of that innocence in my prayer life: “We come as children, pouring out to Him the essence of who we are – confessing our sin, our weakness. And as we grow to know Him more, our prayers take on different dimensions. But primarily, it is important to be very simple, very honest in prayer, calling out to Him from who and where we are, believing that He hears us.”

That’s something I learned as a child (somewhere in between drooling and driving) and I hope to never forget.

Well.

In response to the Idol comments on my last post....I have no words to say except WHAT????

That was not the right outcome. I don't think that Michael would have won the whole thing, but I also don't think he should have gone home last night - and apparently I am not alone in that opinion!!

I enjoyed the Shout to the Lord performance - hadn't seen that one on Idol Gives Back. (Didn't watch the whole thing.) That was really well done, I thought - and FINALLY!!! A song I knew!

This week has been a VERY crazy week. Tons of working over and very little free time. I enjoyed the work I was doing but I am 100% exhausted and ready to take it easy. Except I don't think I have time to do that - but at least the busyness will become another kind of busy.

I'll just sit here and continue to shake my head in amazement.

Totally Two

I've been working on my scrapbook of my 1-5 year old years. (This is how I am choosing to be able to relate to my friends who have kids and scrap. I scrap my own kid years and therefore have something in common with them. When I'm done...guess I'll borrow someone else's kids and start over until they move on themselves.)

Anyway, I found these pictures (don't you love the tint?) from when I was two. When I, as my sister so eloquently put it, "parted my teeth down the middle." She could say that. She did it too.

As I wrote in my book, I don't know if I truly went through the "terrible two's" or not - but obviously I started off the year with a full-fledged meltdown at the photographer's.

Mom told me tonight, when we talked about this particular picture...she was NOT amused when it was happening. I said "You weren't happy with the photographer or with me?" She said, "YOU! You were old enough to know how to sit and smile." Oh I just love it. I would have been annoyed with me too. She said it's cute now. I don't know about that.


I recovered...parted teeth and all. And for the record - if you look at where my knuckles SHOULD be - and all you see are dimples in fat? That went on for YEARS. I think I graduated from high school with baby fat on my hands. I thought it would NEVER end.