This past week I have been none stop busy. I have spent some time with my niece and
nephew who live out of town, went to the zoo, and experienced some good lesson
learning. But, let’s get to the cute stuff.
My nephew Collin is a little thing with some big
attitude. He is smart and witty. And only three. My sister and he nephew came to visit the
other day and I went in to say “hello.”
As usual, Collin did not want to say hi, but his kid sister Kaylynn did. So I give my smooches to her and then head
over to Collin (the introvert I think).
He needs help seeing up, so I pick him up and start talking to him. He sees what he wants and want down. Our conversation goes something like this:
“I want down.”
“But, I would like a hug and a hello please.”
“No.”
“Well, I think your cute, so maybe I will eat you breakfast.”
“No.”
“Well, how about, I squish and love you?”
“No."
“Well, what can I do?”
“You could get me a treat.” He says with this mischievous
smile. Apparently, his parents are
working with him on moderation. Treat
came from Grandpa so I did not have to worry about. Lesson 1: Kids are way smarter than you think.
Grandpa had to help Collin figure out how to pick an orange for a tree...it was so funny.
That afternoon, he comes in to watch Walle with me. He crawls
onto the couch, under the blanket I am using and we chit chat about the
movie. Then about half way through he
looks at me all serious and says, “We have to watch movies in moderation.” How do you not lightheartedly laugh at that
cuteness?
I finally caved and got my hair cut. I even got it layered, but we will get to
that part in a second. I go into this
thinking all I am going to do is get a trim. I end up getting a deep
conditioning and a cut (for only $16, not bad).
The girl who comes up to me has a VERY bad a-line cut (I find out latter
one of the other stylists practiced on her).
I think to myself, anyone but her.
But, God heard me and laughed.
She did my deep conditioning and then asks if I want a magazine to read
while I wait for the conditioner to do its magic. Not being one who reads them, I said sure and
surprise me with which one you pick. She
surprised me with this:
I laughed out loud and immediately texted Robert. His response was, “Well, if you were looking
for signs.” Interesting choice…and I
have now thought more about a wedding than I ever did with my previous fiancé. The very next day Robert tells me his roommate
called him out for telling one of his class buddies that he should not have
gotten engaged…roommate’s word: “Please, you know that will be you in a few
months.” More signs…if you read them I
guess.
Anyway, this girl turned out to be quite capable so when she
asked if I wanted layers my usual knee-jerk reaction of “no” did not come out.
Instead I said, “I really like my length and that I can do an up-do in less
than seven minutes. Please do layers so
minuscule that I can still do that it looks good.” Which, she did beautifully. She was also really funny…but she was more
interested in my not-happening wedding than I was (no, Robert has not proposed…sorry
to all my readers who are eagerly awaiting such things). But, here is a bad
picture of what it looks like:
Lesson 2: Don't judge a book by its cover.
We took my niece and nephew to the Sacramento Zoo (I have
now been to all of California’s zoos in one year). We got to pet some beautiful animals and
almost fed giraffes...next time.
My good friend Vivian came to visit. I actually learned a lot about Yuba City high
society – that would be anyone who shops on Plumas Street in Downtown. We have a great winery, some beautiful décor shops,
and a really great used book store (though that is more off a side street than
on the main street in general). She and
I window shopped for nothing in particular and I learned I have a keen eye for décor. At least according to Robert, so I will now
be taking applications to design your home.
Some pieces I liked are:
The Winery in Yuba City...super stylish and GREAT wine. |
Lesson 3: Small towns are bigger than they appear.
Lesson 4: We still discover skills later in life.
Robert’s birthday was Sunday. Everyone wish him a happy birthday. I sent him a care package of some books, some
chocolate covered pomegranates (yes they make that!), some energy drinks, some homemade
peach jam, and the best ever Cookie Tree cookies!!!! He thoroughly enjoyed them…can’t you tell?
All of this happened while juggling three jobs and trying to
find a real one in Maryland. Any ideas
are welcome.
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