Deep Thoughts @TheGirl_GrowsUp

 

I pretty much feel like I figured out the meaning of life this weekend.  I totally understand why people Tweet.  Yes, sometimes it does take me awhile to “get” stuff.

I am blond you know.

Anytweet… I was getting a bit frustrated with my back and not being able to hold the iPad or sit at the computer so I decided to try Twitter once again on my phone.

Only this time I “get it.”

I realized that if I am unable to blog, or when I have a second I can share my most innermost thoughts in 140 characters or less, of course.

And I have deep thoughts. 

Really.  I do.

PLUS!  Since I usually do my posts in advance, I can tell you SO much more on Twitter!  Riveting, riveting stuff I tell you.  Like…

 

What happened to Tyler this weekend?

What did I eat at the Fair that absolutely blew my mind?

I know you are dying to know.

And… since I am now looking like an idiot proficient on Twitter, do you know what I did?

I got my mom on there too!

@Tinatalking is my mom!!!!

I know.  Control yourself.  It is just too exciting for words.

So.  That’s that.  That is what I have been doing while resting my back.  I am much better by the way.  Thank you for all of your kind words and suggestions.

I am still in pain, but nothing like last week.  I am taking it easy, but I learned that I can’t fold clothes.  That sent me into spasms for an entire day.

Cry for me people.  I can’t fold clothes!  Tyler won’t let me.  Bwhahahahahaha!!!!

 

Life is good.

See Mommy Run

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The summer before Tyler and I were married, we were playing outside with Emily one night.  My parents walked over and Tyler started talking to them.

Emily and I continued to run around and play.

Then I heard extreme laughter and this is what I saw:

• My mom was laughing so hard, she was grasping onto Tyler with all of her might in case she fell over.

• My dad was laughing so hard no sound was coming out of him and all I saw was his shoulders heaving up and down and tears were coming from his eyes.

• Tyler looked like he wanted to laugh and was trying really hard to hold it in, but then all of a sudden when I said, “What’s so funny?”  He lost it completely.

What was so funny?

Tyler kept shaking his head and said, “Nothing is funny,” and then they all would erupt in laughter again, when finally this is what my mom managed to choke out between fits of snorts…

“You…..

 

            …Can’t

 

                                    RUN!!!!!!!!”

 

What do they mean, I can’t run?  I have been running my entire life?!

It took my folks about 10 minutes to get out “the story,” they were laughing so hard.  Tyler reeled it in, seeing my embarrassment and knowing that I wasn’t his wife “yet.”

He looked like he wasn’t going to risk anything.

Apparently, I was a good runner up until I started dance class.  Then after years of dance, my run changed.  I lost any athletic-ness and somehow combined my dance run with my outside run.

BUT NOBODY TOLD ME THIS!!!!

It is no wonder I didn’t date much – one look at my run and they fled!

I have asked to be videotaped so I can see it.

I have begged for advice and tips.

But nobody will help me.

Now that I have Sarah, I am always running after her.  If my parents are around, you will hear snickering and then mom will say, “Run Laura Run” followed by more laughter.

I still ask Tyler for help and he still says that it is more fun this way.

One time, at night, my shadow was casting perfectly on our garage door… so I ran back and forth to see what I looked like…

…but that didn’t help my cause. 

They came.  They saw.  They laughed.

Today is Emily’s Fun Run at school for kids and families.

And I am going to go and run with my girl.

I mean, c’mon.  How bad can I look, really? 

Or will we need to change schools?

The Painting… Revisited

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Waaaay back in January I wrote about my dad, painting my portrait. 

Let’s just say that this is going to be yet another post he won’t be reading because he is finally done with it and I have a lot to say…

**Disclaimer**

My dad is a fantastic artist.  He really is.  He just can NOT for the life of him capture me the way he can everyone else.  He knows this.  You can read the post highlighted above, Me and the Mona Lisa, if you would like some background information about what I have to say next.

 

About a week ago I popped over to my parent’s house to drop something off.  I was tired.  I was recovering from being sick.  I wasn’t thinking straight at the time.

My dad grabs my arms and says that I HAVE to see the paintings!  He is finally done.  He ended up doing 2 of them.

He drags me into their bathroom.  Yes, the bathroom.

There sitting over the toilet is my giant face.

And I have to say, he did a good job.  He finally “got” me, sort of.  I ooohed and aaahed and he was so happy.

Then he takes me to the living room and presents me with the other one.

(This is where I should have known better.)

I didn’t like it as much as the other one and I said so.  Specifically, I said this:

“Do I have a half sister living in Mexico?”

My humor was NOT met with laughter.

So I backtracked and said that I was kidding and then I proceeded to gush over it.

I gushed so much that he said I could come and get it in 2 weeks.  He then asked where I was going to put it.

Uh-oh.

“I will put it in a prime spot, for sure!”  I gleefully remarked.

I saw his happy face, and then I got some sense and said this:

 

“Unless Tyler falls in love with it.  He really wants a painting of me in his office at work.”

Where you will never go and see it lying under some boxes.  That  is what I thought and managed NOT to say.

I then asked for the other one of me, but he thinks that is no good and I can’t have that one.  He is going to paint over it.

Just super.

And he wants to know where Tyler’s new office is.  Just in case he wants to drop in and say, “Hi.”

That Damn Bridge

My parents are our neighbors.


We take care of them. We lift things. We dig holes. We help.


Everybody in our neighborhood knows this.


EVERYBODY.


One day my mom bought a wood bridge for her garden.


It was very heavy and had to be assembled. She asked if Tyler and I would do it for her since Tyler has a power screwdriver – he could do it quick.


He had planned to do it on a Tuesday night, but mom said that wasn’t a good day – she wouldn’t be home.


He planned to do it on a Wednesday night, but mom said she was tired.


He asked to come over on the weekend and do it, but mom said, “No” she would be out-of-town.


It rained the next week so that was out as well.

The following Sunday afternoon was the scheduled day to assemble the bridge.


Now don’t even get me started on why my mother had to be present in order for Tyler to assemble the bridge. She just wanted to be there and we shall leave it at that.


We even considered sneaking over and building it, but we didn’t want to get in trouble.


Saturday morning rolled around and Tyler, the girls and I were heading out of the house for the day. We walk outside and what do we see?


My mom and dad hauling the ridiculously heavy bridge box out of their garage to try to assemble it themselves.


THEMSELVES


Of course they could build it themselves. It would take 4 times as long and it would kill their backs and joints to screw in all 100 screws, but those people can be stubborn.


Tyler and I are not quiet people and for that matter, neither are my parents.


We started hollering at them, something to the effect of:


“What in God’s green earth are you doing? Can’t you wait one day? We said we would help you!  We will do it tomorrow!!”


And my parents found it quite funny that we were so irritated with them so they teasingly hollered back:


“That’s okay. You go. You go and have your fun. We will be fine. Don’t worry about us.”


Those statements were totally laced with guilt. They have perfected it over the years.


So we laughed and left. We had places to go and people to see.


Just as we left we saw the man across the street start to walk over to my parent’s yard.


This Neighbor Man is a nice guy, but it is not like we are all BFF’s.


We wave and nod “Hello.” On occasion there is a “Hey what a gorgeous day.” But, that is really the extent of our relationship with him.


60 minutes later my mother calls me on my cell and tells me that he came over and INSISTED on assembling the bridge for them.


He built the bridge for MY parents.


MY PARENTS.


Mom had a nice laugh over that one. She thinks he overheard all of our yelling back and forth and thought we were being rude to them by not helping.


Little did he know how hard we tried to build that damn bridge.

Tina is Rusting!

Do you remember the post I did about my mother when she decided to color her hair with streaks of red?


Well, the lady hasn’t stopped and she has found that food coloring works best.


Yes, she uses food coloring so she can swap out colors quickly.


She has had red bangs.


She has had blue bangs.


She has had purple bangs.


She even had green bangs, but not on St. Patrick’s Day because that would be too “expected” of course.


She has learned that when she goes out into public, people treat her differently with her colored bangs. Nobody quite knows if she is insane or cool.


I know what I think.


Also, she has learned she can’t go out in the rain or the color drips onto her face.


Make the laughter stop, please!


Then, the other day she popped over to show me this:

She was aghast that she is “rusting!”


Apparently, Tina put yellow in her bangs, but hadn’t completely washed out the red that was previously in her hair.


RED + YELLOW = ORANGE


Emily and I are finding her predicament quite amusing. She has had every color of the rainbow on her head, but ORANGE she has a problem with? She thinks ORANGE is weird?


Then she proceeds to tell us how it is the perfect day to put lemon juice in her hair and sit outside to get some highlights.


I am not sure who jumped her first, me or Emily. I do know that we did not let her leave our house until we made mom pledge to not put lemon juice in her bangs.


She pinky swore that she wouldn’t.


But we also haven’t seen her in 3 days.