christmas eve randomness for you

So because it’s Christmas Eve around here I thought I’d give you a present.

Enjoy.

puckered lips have proven to enhance thumb dexterity

Ollie was hard at work, probably helping Luigi set free a princess whose name escapes me at the moment. What he wasn’t hard at work doing, but was accomplishing with ease and aplomb nonetheless, was looking absolutely adorable. And it’s those lips that get me. So scrunched, so pink.

And just wait till you help him with his activity book. One moment you’re thinking that life maybe lost some of the magic since you haven’t seen it since at least last Wednesday and then Ollie’s trying to answer the very important question, Which animal would you take on a walk? while being given an array of animals to choose from, one being a spider.

He looks at the spider on the page and then he looks at you before he says, Who would take a spider for a walk?! Only his lisp makes it sound more like, Who would take a thpider for a walk?! And he’s saying it with the same level of preposterousness one would ask concerning taking the devil himself on a walk. As in: it’s. not. done. And you both laugh and then you both see the magic, though he had most likely never stopped seeing it. But since you’re that much further from the day you were born, you miss it now and again.

And a spider? On a walk? Who, indeed.

Oh and my sister just walked into the room with very cold hands because she was outside and it’s Christmas Eve and I made her do this with me, cold hands and all. I know, I am very demanding; just ask my sister.

hug it out

And now you see that I am wearing a pink sweater. That I love. Given to me by a lovely and wonderfully spirited friend of mine named Mindy.

But the sweater, it’s pink. And that is interesting only because for a while when I was younger and my mom would say that my brain was less developed, I was under the impression that I was definitely too cool for pink. I guess it was partly because I had three brothers who certainly weren’t wearing pink and I just thought that it was way too girly a color for me. I stuck to darker colors. More earth tones.

Which, I guess would have been great if I went out to hunt on a regular basis. But I didn’t. Not once.

But then I don’t remember when it was, exactly, that I just decided that I was a girl anyway and so it was okay to wear pink. Bright pink, even. But I did. I woke up one day and put on that color and the world seemed brighter even if it was just for a moment when I caught sight of my own sleeve.

And I wonder if the way I suddenly liked pink will be a little bit like the way we can wake up and suddenly feel better. Like maybe I will be walking around and all of the sudden realize that I haven’t thought about something that hurts for at least since breakfast. Now if it were only teatime, that would be something I guess, but we’re talking it’s all the way to dinnertime and hey now, that’s great.  And then I will take a deep breath and not feel such a pinch at the end of it and the world will seem brighter even if it’s just for a moment when I catch sight of the slight pink light that comes at the beginning of a new day.

And maybe that is just one more reason to like the color pink for me.

And would you like to have hair that stays when you run your fingers through it?

Or rather, would you like to look like you were in the movie, Girl, Interrupted?

Cause here’s how:

Color your hair really dark. Like if you’re reading this while it’s nighttime glance out your window and match the shade of the sky. And then dye it that color again the next month. Oh, and do that for a good year and a half so your hair is nice and saturated. And then go to California and decide that you want blond hair too. Spend $500 on getting it blond again and then send the receipt to A Chorus Line because they are the ones who made it so dark in the first place and you can’t afford $500 on your hair after you bought the plane ticket to get to California in the first place.

Good.

Now it’s maybe not the healthiest it’s ever been, but it’s blond, right?

Good.

Okay, last ingredient: don’t shower. Don’t even think about showering. You don’t need to anyway; that’s why God made headbands. But take the headband out and run your fingers through your hair and voila! you totally look crazy.

shower now, please.