Just Be a Kid
Aug 31, 2009 Current Events, Etc., Friendship, I WIN!, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, Plunges, Random, Thoughts and Perceptions
I hate feeling uneasy. It seems as I get older, things physically affect me more than they used to. I used to just be all like “FUCK YOUR FACE!” and move on. Never ever looking back in a bitches general direction.
This got me talking to my good friend Heather. We were talking about how when we were younger, life was so much less stressful. How it would be so nice to just be a kid again. To fully enjoy summers out of school. To have these (sometimes) day long crushes and feel as if your world would stop right there if that crush brushed past you in the halls at school.
I think that it would be healthy to just be a kid every once in awhile. Once a month maybe? One day a month where there are no conference calls or online bill payments due. No grocery shopping. Not a single towel folded. Eating PB&J’s with cut up apples or maybe a box of raisins. Or, if it is cold … grilled cheese and soup, and you know that there absolutely NEEDS to be some slurping when it is being eaten.
Milk mustaches are a MUST on this day.
When I am just a kid, on MY specified day… I am going to do a plethora of things. (Maybe not all on one day… but at least SOME of them)
- Fingerpaint. AND I am going to get some on the table.
- Ask random people why multiple times about multiple things.
- Eat the biggest ice cream cone for breakfast, and get it ALL over my face.
- Spend all day at the park. Swinging and sliding and playing tag with the other kids.
- Color outside of the lines.
- SING. I am gonna sing as loud as I can and, because I am a kid for that day … I am not gonna care who hears. Because I sound good to ME.
- Not match my clothes.
- Hopscotch.
- Jump into the balls at McDonalds. AFTER MY MCNUGGET HAPPY MEAL. (bitch dont touch my toy while I’m gone either.)
- Double dutch.
- Dance the shit out of some Kids Bop. Heh. (I just wanted to say Kids Bop)
- Get in for free or discounted at the following places: Zoo, Fair, Aquarium, Movies, FunPlex
- Eat free @ all the “Kids Eat Free” places.
- Play dress up. And makeup.
- Write notes to my friends. With check boxes and everything.
- Play M.A.S.H.
- Have sleepovers.
- Lick the spoon. (shit I may or may not already fucking do this.)
- Giggle. Uncontrollably. (The kid giggle)
Are you interested in being a kid for a day? One day a month?
What would YOU do if you were a kid for a day?
Tags: giggle, got milk, ice cream, kid, mash, park, play, sleepover
The Significance of Ice Cream
Apr 2, 2009 All Things X, Relationships, Sex, This Thing Called Marriage., Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms, love
This started off differently.
I was fighting with D when I finally got a chance to blog this evening.
I hate it when we fight. I hate that he is right more than I am. (I will only admit this to you.) I hate that he has the ability to make me feel so small with a simple statement. At the same time, I hate that I say hurtful things. But sometimes, when I get angry… They just fall out of my mouth like marbles.
Especially when I feel attacked.
Then, as I laid here in the dark spewing randomosity in the form of a blog-list, (which is what I do when I don’t have anything of substance to blog about but I feel like I should be blogging) he appeared in the doorway to our bedroom.
“I come in peace.” He said.
In his hands he held a scoop of chocolate chip ice cream. Just 1 scoop. In a pretty pink and white cardboard cup with a matching pink plastic spoon.
*sigh*
What is so significant about the ice cream?
There are 2 reasons why it is so thoughtful:
1) Chocolate Chip is the only ice cream that I really like, and not very many brands sell it. If they do, it really isnt very good.
2) When I was pregnant with Xavier, D would bring me a scoop of Baskin Robbins chocolate chip ice cream every night after work. We were literally dirt poor because we lived in a small military town… so while he was looking for a job, he would get up at 5 am and go to Labor Ready, even if it brought just enough money for gas and dinner.
It doesn’t even matter what he said or why I got mad. What matters is that when it is time to say “I’m sorry”, he knows exactly what to do to melt the icy, silent exterior around my heart. Not many people really know how to do that.
It seems silly to some but these little things are precisely why I married him.
I have never been the girl who needed dozens upon dozens of roses, or lavish gifts from the person I love. I just need a little token. A thoughtful gesture that says everything I need to hear at that moment.
Anyway, all of the sarcasm and jokes aside… he is the jelly to my peanut butter. I am truly blessed to have such a funny, sexy, doesn’t-put-up-with-my-shit and thoughtful husband…
Our love is hands down the reason why I believe in true love as much as I do.
Happy Friday!
What is the most romantic “little thing” that you have done for someone you love?
Has anyone done a thoughtful “little thing” for you?
Tags: argument, baskin robbins, chocolate chip, fight, ice cream, labor ready, little thing, love, make-up, marriage, Relationships, right, romance, sarcasm, thoughtful, token, wrong
