Thinking...

Self Righteous is a word that rolls off my tongue about as easily as lettuce dipped in vinegar. bleh blah give me some water to wash it down. I have such a hard time finding compassion or relating to people who feel this type of superiority over their peers. I can hope I don't fall prey to this disgusting trait, and if I ever do, I hope someone gives me a well-meaning, but forceful, broken leg.

Dear Dad

I miss your perspective. Simple. Rational. You see the world as black and white. Wrong and right.

You make no excuses.

You love my silly moods.

You love my mom and my sisters and brothers in a way I can't recreate.

You never got sick. You never slept a full night and you worked harder than the President and you never stopped.

You surprised me with your wit.

You surprised me when you were spendy. Thrifty was your way and thrifty was fun.

'Darkness' is a harsh term don't you think?

I've been listening to a lot of Mumford And Sons this week. Usually when I go through phases of music this intense it is because I relate to the theme of the songs or albums. This time is no different but I wouldn't consider the album "Sign No More" relatable. I would, however, consider it emotional, uncertain, confused, and in love. Filled with key changes and songs that go from Michael Buble to Marilyn Manson in 15 seconds flat.

So, for me, relatable.

Lessons In Domestication

On Sunday mornings the, then, 5 Dial kids would one by one make our way into Mom and Dads bed for a tickle and cuddle session. I remember my Dad called Kyria a cuddle bunny and my 11 year old mind felt an emotion close to jealousy. This particular day my Dad got up first and went to get ready. He went into the Laundry room to iron his shirt. He suggested I follow him, which I never ignore, to this day. In the next 10 minutes he taught me a lesson that, until recently, I thought was a large waste of time. He taught me how to iron a dress shirt.

Yesterday, while ironing before church, I recalled those 10 minutes. I felt joy knowing that I don't have much to give, but thanks to that lesson I was able to do something for the man who's shirts I will always want to iron.

First Of Many

Ever so sweet.

Puberty was a long time ago

Summer 2010. Elyse was spendy. Very spendy. I was also vain. Vain enough to get a facial twice a month. My skin has never been so happy... my pores never so minimized.

But, that was not cost efficient. So now, I have the issue of enlarged pores and sad skin. Until of course, yesterday when I invested in Patricia Wexler's Glycolic Peel, very similar to what Carly used (last summer's esthetician).

That just added a big fun exciting loop to the roller coaster that is my emotions.

Monday Blues

Grateful that a black blazer always makes me look better. Hair grows. The gospel brings peace and love and better clarity and understanding of each day. My sisters are grateful for me, too. I have a smart man to knock sense into me and send me into fits of giggles. It's so warm out it sizzles and I love it. Come three weeks I will be in Mexico visiting the best children I know. Contingent upon my faithfulness, my family is eternal. I have an amazing responsibility and opportunity to look after people who think I am very well put together. Yoga. Ice cream. Leopard print. Sharing my cable bill with someone else.