I am the queen of lists today. I am making my list of places I need to go, things I need to buy and do and the best times to do them. I also checked off almost all my boxes on the Prepare for Trish’s Wedding list. I rode through the park along the river the other day to the mall (a place I never seem to find myself normally) to buy little white satin slippers. The bridal store wanted $35 for the same basic things I wear on my feet at home as slippers. I bought them for $18 retail at the mall. I guess the mall is useful for some things.
Now all I have to do is worry about my hair and makeup. I’m sure this doesn’t seem like much for most women, but for me, it’s a big deal. When I told G this, he said, “Why? What do you have to do to your hair?” My reply, “Comb it.” But that was just flip. I mean it needs to actually look nice. Normally, my attitude is one of carefree, my-hair-does-as-it-likes-no-matter-what-I-want-so-I-may-as-well-stop-fighting-it bliss. I’m an all-natural kind of girl so I don’t own any starch or paint or curling irons. It will be a hot day and I will sweat. My hair will become wet and change it’s shape 3-4 times over the course of the day. Then there is the makeup. What do I know about makeup? I have some lipstick. I have SPF face moisturizer. Those, I can use. I have an eyeliner pencil and use that with marginal success. She wants us to bring face powder so we don’t shine in the photos. Gosh! That’s the other thing I need to buy. Face powder. Gah! The list never ends. I wonder if she’ll want me to wear mascara. Bah! Ask me to be girly for one day and I’m falling apart at the seams.
In other list news, while I was cleaning yesterday, I realized just how many games we have that are strewn about the house in disparate locations. Five, to be exact. No wonder we end up pulling out the same 6 games every week. So, I walked around with my PDA and made a list of all our games, arranged them in alphabetical order, and printed them onto a card. I also made a list of all my teas by type and caffeine content and printed that. Now they sit back to back in the dining room where tea is drunk and games are played. Optimistically, I’ll remember to use them.
Okay, I had better hit the road. Lots to do before class this afternoon.
Now all I have to do is worry about my hair and makeup. I’m sure this doesn’t seem like much for most women, but for me, it’s a big deal. When I told G this, he said, “Why? What do you have to do to your hair?” My reply, “Comb it.” But that was just flip. I mean it needs to actually look nice. Normally, my attitude is one of carefree, my-hair-does-as-it-likes-no-matter-what-I-want-so-I-may-as-well-stop-fighting-it bliss. I’m an all-natural kind of girl so I don’t own any starch or paint or curling irons. It will be a hot day and I will sweat. My hair will become wet and change it’s shape 3-4 times over the course of the day. Then there is the makeup. What do I know about makeup? I have some lipstick. I have SPF face moisturizer. Those, I can use. I have an eyeliner pencil and use that with marginal success. She wants us to bring face powder so we don’t shine in the photos. Gosh! That’s the other thing I need to buy. Face powder. Gah! The list never ends. I wonder if she’ll want me to wear mascara. Bah! Ask me to be girly for one day and I’m falling apart at the seams.
In other list news, while I was cleaning yesterday, I realized just how many games we have that are strewn about the house in disparate locations. Five, to be exact. No wonder we end up pulling out the same 6 games every week. So, I walked around with my PDA and made a list of all our games, arranged them in alphabetical order, and printed them onto a card. I also made a list of all my teas by type and caffeine content and printed that. Now they sit back to back in the dining room where tea is drunk and games are played. Optimistically, I’ll remember to use them.
Okay, I had better hit the road. Lots to do before class this afternoon.
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seriously, I'm not kidding...
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your the silly one i see
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