thank goodness we have silliness to offset our vulnerable days.
And yes, we all have our own curious observations, but I feel drawn to pen/paper to share, 1. so my aging brain doesn’t forget, and 2. to validate we are all one in silliness….
– What is the new attraction to emoticons at the end of every text or Instagram post? I recently found myself downloading very sassy ones (and actually paying $). Seems like I’ve crossed into addiction.
– One probably shouldn’t decide MID-tattoo that tipping up-front makes more sense than once the one hour, under the knife experience is complete.
– Why do I repeatedly have to tell my 14-year-old that “leggings are not pants”? (And don’t judge me as a helicopter mom, my not so baby girl is 5’7″ blonde, blue-eyed, full-lipped, slender and looks about 21! You too would make her change.)
– Ever notice we put food in a fridge that is magnetic, but we don’t use old style thermometers, because of mercury? (Again, it becomes clear why I’m not the sibling with the PhD in radio-chemistry.)
– Why is it that those days when you feel a little cloudy or words don’t come as smoothly are always the wrong days? Teaching last week, I was high on the flaky dial. Words weren’t coming, concepts didn’t land as I like, and I left my phone at home. As I finally had to admit to my class that I was not 100% “on”, one of the students noted my shirt read “Find your center”.
– Why is it we all just feel smarter in a book store? Don’t even have to read, just drink a coffee and the magic happens.
– Is it wrong for a mom- in advance of an early “hang out with the new boyfriend”, to give advice on how to french kiss? No one told me in 8th grade, and Bobby Brown scared the hell out of me with that tongue. I didn’t want her to be “Bobby Browned”, so I explained the technique, complete with use of the word “retreat” and “engage”. Sounds a little creepy on paper now that I type this note.
– When my baby was little, I knew I had limited chances to coach a team that required real knowledge, so I signed up to be an asst. coach for 1st and 2nd grade girls soccer. So, with a “how to” book in hand, work colleagues drawing me drills on cocktail napkins, and a positive attitude, I coached the 1-7 “Pee Wee Fireflies”. No, we weren’t the winningest team, but I’m confident I received more hugs than EVERY other team with a dad coach. Moms, go for it!
– What’s up with this bizarre magnetic connection to our phones? Remember those strings grandma tied on your mittens through your coat sleeves? Last night, my daughter came home to tell me she lost $20 in change from dinner at the mall, so when I asked if she had her phone, she said, “of course”. Magnetic connection to a phone but not money?
– Why is a pile of completed books on my nightstand an accomplishment, but I never once took a photo of the 30+ bags of leaves I raked every year for years when I owned my last home?
– Holy Thursday Mass: “I was daydreaming in Mass and decided you shouldn’t talk in the car when we pick up (boyfriend).” Next Day: “I’ve changed my mind and think you should talk. Here is what you can say….He plays hockey and…….his mom does yoga.” Day after “date”, “Why did you say that? If it isn’t on the approved list, please do not say it at all.”
And so my friends, I now know why chauffeurs have a plexiglass shield between themselves and their passengers.
Cheers to moments so curious they can’t help but make you smile….