When I was little I would declare that I just couldn’t wait to be a grown up. I’d stomp my foot while announcing that when I was a grown up, I’d eat brownies for dinner every night. I’d walk through a very 1980′s department store and inform my Mom that when I was a grown up, I’d buy only shirts with sequins, thankyouverymuch. When I was in charge there would be no such thing as bedtime or vegetables. Bedtimes were for suckers.
Yeah, well Eight Year Old Daisy, so is a slow metabolism, and yet, here we are. NOT eating brownies for dinner every night. Go figure.
Being a grown up, as many of you know, entails difficult decisions and interest rates and discussions of school districts and taxes and “Oh honey, could you call the vet to get the dog’s heartworm prescription refilled? Thanks.”
When I was eight I definitely wasn’t dealing with heartworm medication. Hell, I didn’t know what heartworm was, but I was pretty certain that my medicine didn’t come tucked inside a piece of cheese. Just saying.
Today I had a very grown up experience, in that B and I took a few cars for a test drive. As in, we are considering purchasing a new car. Sadly this Very Fun Adult Moment began because in a Very Not Fun Adult Moment our current car failed its emission inspection with the dreaded phrase “something with the transmission” which we all know is code for You Can’t Afford This Repair and It Is More Than The Net Worth of Your Car. Sigh.
The good news is (was?) that the transmission problem turned out to be a bad sensor, and in the grand scheme of things, sensors are very reasonably priced. So with that, a new oil pressure gauge and an oil change our car is good to go and should pass its emission test with flying colors. Of course the car also hit 98,000 miles so we figured that knowing what kind of car we’d like to buy in the near(ish) future isn’t half bad of a plan.
Did I mention I almost wrecked the dealer car during the test drive? All I’m going to say is: THE OTHER CAR HAD ITS TURN SIGNAL ON AND THEN DIDN’T TURN, NOT MY FAULT. I’m pretty sure that is a valid defense, but I can’t really remember. My personal injury days were so long ago and all. Anyway. I didn’t wreck it and we liked it and one day, this year, we will probably buy one. (A Chevy Equinox for those who are curious…and yes, I’m getting heated seats. It gets cold here.)
So, in a nutshell: grown up decisions are often hard, and sadly, don’t revolve around baking brownies for dinner. Don’t tell the eight year olds.
Blogging is a funny, funny thing. Probably the thing that shocks me the most is discovering that real-life friends read it. Lesson learned when my Mom’s friends all called her when I was in the hospital after reading about my Fire Ears on this corner of the internet (HI LADIES!).
I recently discovered another reader who is a real life friend after I spoiled their baby shower gift. WHOOPS. Sorry guys!
I’m sure they won’t mind (spoiler alert) if I share that they had said baby. I’m betting she is really cute (ahem PHOTOS) and she has a really cute name. I can say that because her name is one of the only two “girl name” contenders that B and I have for our one-day, hypothetical, not yet coming so don’t even get your hopes up, children. (For emphasis, please imagine me giving you a hairy eyeball while downing a glass of champagne and chasing it with some stinky cheese and runny eggs. ALL IN ONE YUMMY BITE.)
I can’t really say they stole our name because it isn’t exactly a unique garble of letters made up only by us, nor is it a name we have shared with them (or anyone else) so it was more of a shocking, jaw dropping moment when B announced said baby was born and had a name. And then he said the name and we both just kind of stared at each other. Like…really? That is the name they chose? FOR REAL? But….man they have good taste. Back to the drawing board.
In summary: our friends have a cute baby and good taste in names. Congrats you two! We will never have children because there are no agreeable names left on this planet. The end.
When I moved to Chicago in June of 2005, the only person I knew was my ex-boyfriend. He left Chicago a month later for New Orleans and lived with his new girlfriend’s family in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina.
I didn’t know anyone the first day of law school. The first people I became friends with, for the most part, are no longer close friends. Our lives grew apart, and we are now on separate paths.
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I went to a wedding last night for Law with Grace, someone I didn’t even meet until my second year of law school, an outward glance might have said we’d never be good friends. And yet there she was at our wedding. We were at the hospital the night after her son was born. I cried when she walked down the aisle.
My husband and I held hands when they said their vows. I looked down the pew, at B, the Namby Pamby, my close girlfriend Butters. People who I met later in school. Whose lives are integrally wound into mine.
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Today I set the table for Easter dinner, with our wedding china. A place for my husband, Butters, her boyfriend and Namby. Wine glasses, flowers, a ham in the oven. We are all apart from our families but we’ve made our own. There were biscuits and homemade carrot cake and we laughed so hard we almost cried. We talked about upcoming vacations, holidays, birthdays around the bend. It was easy and comfortable, the way a holiday with real friends is.
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Life might take you down some strange and unknown paths, but it is funny how when you look back and around, you realize just how perfect it is.
Neutrogena Natural Cleanser
When I get out of the shower I moisturize and use sunscreen.
Favorite sunscreen and daily moisturizers:
Neutrogena Age Shield:
Philosophy Hope in a Jar, which is light & perfect for summer:
Jojoba Oil (a thin layer):
In the evening I wash my face again, with the same gentle cleanser or the oil cleanse method (every other night give or take). If I used regular face wash, I follow up with Retin-A, (which is prescription only) and no moisturizer per the instructions, but if my skin is feeling dry or I used the oil cleanse I follow it with either jojoba oil or a slightly richer face cream such as Philosphy’s When Hope is Not Enough:
And? With all of this? My skin is finally, finally happy. I credit the following items with the following traits:
- The oil cleanse method really helped me get the gunk out of my pores and has softened my skin considerably and led to less “extra” oil production.
- The Clarisonic has also helped me get gunk out of my pores, and really helps me keep up with exfoliation. I also think it has reduced my laugh lines.
- The Retin-A has helped stop any breakouts that are considering happening after all the other cleansing and have also helped reduce fine lines.
- The sunscreen is going to help ensure I look marvelous at any age.