I’m getting ready for a picnic with my Aunt and her kids up at the park. I’m headed off to the store to buy some chips and juice boxes and other things that kiddies think are fun. Hmm maybe bubbles or water balloons.
Very excited to see the matching halter tops she made for Diva and my cousin’s daughter. Just one more step closer to my trip, Friday….YAY!
Should probably get a strapless bra to wear with my tank tops while I’m out. Since my breast reduction, I wear a bra as little as possible because before I had to wear one like 24/7. FREEDOM!! But, sometimes I forget that it might not be appropriate to have my boobies hanging out.
This is what happens when I share my ACTUAL thoughts. lol
I ran into my workout buddy from the Y while I was shopping. She gave me a BIG hug and told me she had missed my smart ass remarks. That she isn’t having any fun without me. I promised her when I got back from KY I would get back up there. eh, I need to do that anyways. Ive been a little to lax in that area of my life I suppose. Anyhow, She gave me her phone number and asked me to come over sometime and have a glass of wine with her. Sounds good to me.
My picnic was fun, mostly because the kids got to run and play and my Aunt and I got to sit in the shade and chat. My older cousin actually joined us. It’s weird cause I remember holding her as a baby and now she’s this 13 year old, sassy, trendy thing with boobs and everything. Makes me feel wicked old.
And to make matters worse, I stopped by my folks’ place on the way home and my little sister has a stack of boxes in the hallway that adjoins her room and the room I used to have because she’s moving into her first apartment Monday.
My baby sister. I mean…..I know it’s been years since we shared the same address, much less the same room, but just the sight of those boxes stopped me in my tracks……I started thinking about the house we grew up in, in Virginia….and the Pepto bismol pink walls in our room there and the Cabbage Patch Kid lamp. Our bunkbeds and how she used to be scared of the fuzz on the bottom on the top bunk bed because it looks like spiderwebs, so I took a black sheet and drew stars and planets all over it and hung it up over her bed. We were both scared of these clowns Dad had brought back from Bolivia or someplace on a trip. I would throw them in our closet at night so she wouldn’t be scared and put them back in the morning so my Dad wouldn’t be offended. Ha!
And now she’s all grown up and moving out on her own, to her first place.
Where does the time go? I have three kids!
Am I really getting this old or is everyone else just growing up too quick?