1) it’s always the girls that cry about poor sportsmanship at a game that end up punching someone in the ribs.
2) while trying to figure out how to apologize to the Bug for having seen me accidentally naked, he saves the day by saying it was ok because he didn’t have his glasses on. Phew.
3) people ask me all the time why I hate clowns. I ask, what is there to like about them?
4) lots of my favorite people were born on 11/14. My sweet Bug and our beloved C among them.
5) shin guards are great if they stay put. Not so much when they slouch to the bottom and side. Also known as man that hurts.
6) my grandmother used to call us all Toots…..like tootsie pop sort a. Fun the things you remember.
7) in case you were also waiting, there is no house cleaning fairy. DANGIT!
8) I have been writing these list for 6 years.
9) it takes red nail polish longer to dry. That’s what the professionals say.
10) I am the luckiest.
And one to grow on:
I wear my moxie like a suit of armor. It’s a coping mechanism. A way to be in control of my surroundings. As I grow I realize the effort it takes to be “on”. It’s exhausting. Yet, it has become so engrained that it is no longer what I do, but a part of who I am. I wonder what others do to cope. How their public persona differs from what their personal world sees. I bet some use make-up as a shield. Some us the prefix before their name. I am doctor so-and-so, please make all of the assumptions that go with that. Often, when I replay the day, I will notice inconsistencies in a person. I bet those are just wrinkles in their armor. Maybe, the majority of hypocrisy is really just a glimpse at the “man behind the curtain” of people’s public masks. Let us be patient with one another if it is. Tolerant if we can. And perhaps a bit grateful when we catch a glimpse of someone from behind their mask.