I Know You Di-int!

I was having one of those random conversations that happen on a daily basis with my teenager tonight.  You know what I'm talking about--the ones where you talk about church, then jeans, then homosexuality, then milk and graham crackers--all within the space of 5 minutes. And it makes sense somehow.

Until...

Your daughter asks you, "Mom, why didn't you dress me cute when I was little?  My clothes all looked rachet!"

Really???

Are you talking to me???

Ummm...let's see. 

Maybe it was because you spent a year refusing to wear anything but camo.

Or because for picture day in preschool when everyone else was wearing pink dresses and bows, the dressiest thing I could get you to wear was a pair of sparkly jeans and a green t-shirt. 

Or maybe because you loved the 3 animal shirts you had and wore them every week--even when their faces were faded and peeling off.

  Or my favorite--the year you refused to wear jeans to school and I was scouring sale racks in the winter for leftover shorts I could buy for you. 

And don't even get me started on the side ponytail you wore EVERY DAY that had humps in it but you refused help.

Hmmm...I'm not sure why I didn't dress you cute...

Missing Grandma Mary

It's so strange how you can just be going about life and suddenly, you wake up one day missing someone who's been gone for several years.

That happened to me today.  My Grandma Mary has been gone a while now.  She lived in Missouri, so it wasn't even like I saw her more than a couple of times a year, and her last few years, Alzheimer's had set in so she didn't really even remember talking to me on the phone.

I don't have any deep thoughts or "cherish the time you have with the ones you love" advice.  Just wanted to share my Grandma Mary with you. 

I miss her. 

One thing I don't miss, though, are those crazy Little House on the Prairie dresses I used to wear.