Sunday, April 26, 2009

Falling for a Guy

Or - the modern day version of dropping one's hanky.

I finally got my non-existent butt over the park to roller-blade. Roller-blading is my cardio workout of choice. Low impact, fun & easy, with great waist-whittling properties and also very effective on the glutes and legs. So effective that I'm still feeling my glutes today - so that is awesome.

I really enjoy it.

The first year I bought my roller-blades, I actually met a guy at the park. Obviously that didn't work out - but we did date for a little while so it is in the back of my mind that I can meet men at the park.

My favorite park to blade in has a smooth paved loop, with lanes marked for walkers/runners and another for bicycles. They face opposite directions like traffic lanes (northbound, southbound). Actually, the way I see it, one lane has a little diagram of a walking stick figure and the other lane has a stick figure on wheels - which one could perceive to be a bicycle - but I take it as - people on feet and people on wheels. Since I'm blading I figure I'm on wheels and I use the bike lane. Most bladers do.

On my second lap around the 2.2 mile loop, I saw a guy that looked cute enough to want to meet. He was in the walking lane, facing me, so we passed each other quickly and any opportunity to interact was over before it began.

As I continued, counter-clockwise to his clockwise... I wondered how I could actually get a guy's attention in that scenario.

When I met that guy a few years ago, he was resting on a bench - and when he saw me go around the second time he quipped, "You should stop and look at this view!"
That was enough to get my attention. The sun was slowly dipping into the mountains and reflecting on the lake. I sat for a bit, we talked and eventually skated back to our cars and exchanged numbers.

But I didn't remember that pick-up line the other day. Instead I thought I'd do one more loop, expecting to encounter this guy again and then... what?

Um... I could fall down. Right in front of him. He'd have to stop and see if I was alright. It'd be a funny story to tell our kids - because I wouldn't tell him until after the wedding that I fell on purpose.

I chuckled over the idea while I skated. Then I thought, how do I just fall without actually getting hurt? Do I slow down and just sort of lean to one side? Won't that be obvious?
Maybe I could just drop my water bottle.
Then he could trip over it. This probably isn't going to work.

In the end, I ran into my friend Mibr on the path, and lost the opportunity to fall for the guy.

Actually, I've never made such a manipulative effort to meet a guy before. Maybe I'm getting desperate in my old age.
But you know, you live and learn.

A few years ago, I crashed my bike in a spectacular fashion. My friend Mime and I were riding down the street on our way to a trail - I hit a hole and body-slammed on the pavement with an emphasis on my chin.

A guy who was at the stop light when it happened saw the whole thing and slowed down as he passed to ask if we needed help. I was embarrassed and prideful, so I said no. As he drove away Mime glared at me saying, "You dummy, you could have met a guy!"

Silly me. I'd probably be married to him by now!

Saturday, April 18, 2009

He Speaks

This week was rather miserable for me. The pity party was pretty lame - and I hope I have it out of my system.

The other night as I readied myself for bed, I wished for something comforting to read. I have a bookshelf where I keep inspiring books that I've already read or started to read. I have a tendency to have three books at a time on my nightstand - and eventually one of them gets read entirely. The others return to the shelf.

So I stood there, glancing at their spines just barely suggesting to God that He lead me to something that could still the ache in my heart. My hand reached for the title "Becoming Friends with God"
What an invitation!

As I made my way back to bed I noticed slips of paper marking random places in the book. I've been here before.
But it's not likely I remember what I read. I make a plan to start the book at the beginning, but let it fall open to a marked page first.

Oh that. A prayer I obviously wanted to remember:
Lord, help me to understand why You say no, even if it will be a difficult lesson for me to learn. Grant me the patience in waiting to understand. And God, I submit to You and will accept Your answer with gratitude and faith, even if I never understand why - because I trust You. Amen.
Isn't that beautiful? Isn't that exactly what I need to pray right now?!
Trust is the part I have trouble with. I do trust God. But I trust Him here (hand level with my eyes) and I want to trust Him here (hand reached far above my head)
But look at that. I asked God to show me something and He showed me that He wants me to trust Him.

So I've been reading a chapter or two each night and last night was something so beautiful I want to share it with you, my bloggy friend.

The writer brings us back to the Wedding of Cana. Reminding us that this wedding is not famous for the bride and the groom - we don't even know their names do we? This wedding is important because Jesus was invited. His presence there made a profound difference.

I'm going to interject here - the writer of the book is not Catholic but he reminded me of the Catholic observance that because of Jesus' presence at this wedding - Christian marriage was raised to the dignity of a Sacrament. (from Praying the Rosary Without Distractions, Copyright 1994, 2006 Dominican Fathers)

The Wedding of Cana has always been one of my favorite bible stories - even long before I knew this - or that it actually registered that it was the place of Jesus' first miracle.

Okay, going back the book now...
Mary the mother of Jesus, was among the first to discover that they had run out of wine. She immediately went to Jesus. Up to this point in Jesus' life there is no record of His ever performing a miracle. So it wasn't that she expected a miracle. Maybe she thought that He would just say something that would relieve the tension.
I doubt that she understood when He said, "My time has not yet come." I don't think she had a sense of the schedule that He was following from conception to crucifixion to resurrection and back to heaven again. She didn't understand all that. So when Jesus said what He said, she simply turned to the servants and said, "Well, just do whatever he says."

Mary was right. She got it. Her response teaches us a lot. Whenever problems arise, even if we've never seen Jesus do a miracle before, even when we don't understand Jesus' words and can't figure out how He will handle it - just take your problems to Him and do whatever He says.

Emphasis mine.
Again, there is my reminder to be more like Mary. If I ever want to be a mother, she's the example I should follow.

Ha. I am so impatient, waiting for God's will - I keep asking God for an outline. A syllabus would be nice. I want to be prepared, I want to know when I can expect what I expect!

Mary? Trusted God. With very little information. No outline. Just - "Let it be done unto me as you have said."

Wow. I've got a long way to go.

Also, further into the study of this miracle the writer also notes:
When Jesus does something, He does it very well. It wasn't just wine, it was the best of wine.
When Jesus does something special, He does it big. One hundred eighty gallons. That would have provided for a very large and a very long party!

I really like that. He does it big! Whatever I am waiting for - will be worth it. Now back to that trust issue...

Source: Leith Anderson - Becoming Friends with God - A Devotional Invitation to Intimacy with God
I should also note that in the above quotations from the book, the writer does not capitalize he & him as references to Christ. I have taken the liberty of capitalizing the references to Christ as I feel it is proper.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

The Great Divide

Getting to know Mr. Dad (most recent dating prospect) a few weeks ago was the most unusual dating experience I have had. A divorced dad - who had been married for 12 years.

We brought to each other the perspective of two entirely different worlds.
He'd been married since he was 24. I've been alone since I left the security of my parent's home at age 18.

I couldn't even imagine being married at 24! In all honesty, at 24 I wasn't even interested in marriage. I was barely interested in anything but my career. I knew I wanted to get married someday - but I wanted to experience a little bit of life without school first. (can I get a hallelujah?)

Mr. Dad on the other hand, jumped right into a family. His wife had a child from a previous relationship.

As we talked about our experiences, I realized that this man had never EVER been alone. At 24 you just finished college, you're probably still living with roommates. If you're marrying at 24 you've probably been dating for at least a year or two - so you've never spent any REAL time looking for a mate.
And now, divorced with three kids - he's still never alone.

I told him once that the comment that bugs me most from married folks is, "Marriage is hard."
#1 - No kidding! Anything that is worthwhile IS hard. Big surprise.
#2 - Guess what? Being single is hard too.
Maybe just maybe, life is hard regardless of your circumstances.

After I shared this, he asked me a question that showed he realized he had no way to comprehend my point of view - but he was interested in trying. He asked, "Tell me about being single. How is it hard?"

#1 - Every day I come home to an empty house. (Never mind the empty bed)
#2 - Everything I do (work, grocery shopping, making my bed) is for me. That's not very satisfying.
#3 - There is no physical touch. No foot rub, no caress, no pats on the head or even brushing against a hand when setting the table. (as if I set a table! - ha!)

I told him that I'm sure, even in a house alone with three kids at least you get to tousle their hair when they come through the door. Depending on their ages, hugs are still a commodity. That he had no idea what it's like to live without touch.

Later he told me that those words just broke his heart for me. During the brief time we spent together he spoiled me with strong fingers rubbing my back. Almost constantly, as if he couldn't stop, and I wasn't going to stop him! It was like sensory overload.

This reminds me of the Great Divide between Marrieds and Singles.
For some reason - once someone gets married they can no longer relate to single life. I don't know if it's because they are immediately absorbed in something bigger - a partnership that really does take all their energy. Or if they just become selfish - self absorbed in a we sort of way.

What I find really odd is that - in conversations, I feel that single people can really relate to married people. We sympathize with the complications of living with another human being. We can commiserate over the challenges of a new baby. Even though we've never been married or had kids - we can relate because - well - because we come from a family. We have the experience of having parents model husband-wife behavior. We know what about our parents relationship worked and didn't work. We can apply the concept to ourselves and others.

But married people can no longer relate to singles - despite the fact that we all started out single!!

Three months after my best friend got married she actually said, "I don't know any single people."
Really?! All you knew were single people three months ago - and now you don't know any?

Maybe the moment that status changes - people seek out others with the same traits.
Like when you have only one working headlight on your car - you're more keenly aware of every other car on the road with only one headlight.

Maybe they realize that being single really was hard - and they want to put as much distance between it and them as possible.

When they do try to relate... sometimes it's absurd. They find out you have a date and they say ridiculous things like "Oh that will be fun." "This is going to the be the One."

Fun? Please. The One? Doubtful.

But most offensive are the married people who think they'd rather be single than married.
Another friend told me of a gaggle of married people, possibly trying to console her on her single status, launched into a bit about how so many people are headed for divorce and they never want to get married again.

To which I say - HA! People get divorced and within a year they are looking for someone else to help fill the empty space. Those are the people driving up the divorce rate. They say they want out and they want to be alone - but those are the very people diving into new relationships way before they are ready - and basically contaminating the dating pool for the rest of us.

To quote Thornton Wilder's Our Town - "We were meant to go through this world two by two."

If I ever do get married, I vow to never forget the struggle and pain of being single. I hope to be able to still relate to the single people in my life and at least commiserate.

Monday, April 13, 2009

The Need for Grace

Yep. I've been feeling sorry for myself lately.
It's easy to do.
I only have to think about my upcoming 39th birthday and the fact that I have no husband, no boyfriend, no children. ( and a full-time job that just went part-time. Whoo hoo. )

Never mind the affliction of renewed symptoms which are the only proof that I am a woman, in terms of a physical body - a body that will likely never prove it's feminine worth by bearing a child.
See, when Mr. Burns and I started dating in 2007 - I began experiencing pain where there had never been pain before. In my breasts.

At the same time, one of my favorite journalists - ABC's R*b!n R*berts - was sharing her experience with breast cancer - and urging women to get checked. I decided to see my doctor.
No cause for alarm. The pain and tenderness I was experiencing was not cancer. My doc said it was peri-menopause.

I was in a state of disbelief. I actually said to her, "Do you mean to tell me that I am 37 years old, finally met a man I could think of marrying - only to find out that my childbearing years are even less than I thought?!!!"

She nodded. I love my doctor, but she wasn't sympathetic - just matter-of-fact. Which is fine. Heck if I want sympathy, I'll hire a shrink. She did however, share that she went through it too - and warned me that it's really, really lousy.

Oddly enough, a year later I wasn't experiencing those symptoms anymore. I was back to normal and taking normal for granted.

But now they're back. My typically very flat chest suddenly feels as though it's bursting with lead. The water stream from my shower hurts like he!!. A bra feels like a torture device.

It's all just a reminder that my clock is ticking in an empty room. If a clock ticks in the forest and there's no one there to hear it - does it make a sound? Does it matter?

On the upside, I bought a new bra and it seems I suddenly fill a B cup. Yay me!

Enough about my b**bs. That's a bit of a sidetrack. It's really just a painful reminder of how alone I am and that I'm running out of time.

That I spent the best years of my life (and my best physical condition) practicing abstinence - all the while watching people who don't share their faith, don't live for God and surely don't practice abstinence - getting everything EVERYTHING that I pray for.

I grouse that while I am certain my reward is in heaven - it would be nice to get some reward on earth.

I know. I'm a real piece of work!

But in the end - as much as I mutter about it - I wouldn't change what I do for the Lord. I don't exactly regret it. In actuality, I'm not abstinent for the reward. I do it because it's the right thing to do. And tempted as I may be sometimes - it's not as if I'd rather be a hoochie. When you know the right thing to do - you can't just turn around and do the opposite because it's easier. Even if it is easier.

So, in the midst of my pity party I clicked on the blog of one of the angels of the Internet - Angie at Bring the Rain.
She shared the beautiful Easter story that she reads her girls from their children's bible.
They nailed Jesus to the cross.

"Father, forgive them, " Jesus gasped. "They don't understand what they are doing."

"You say you have come to rescue us!" people shouted. "But you can't even rescue yourself!"

But they were wrong. Jesus could have rescued himself. A legion of angels would have flown to his side-if he'd called.

"If you were really the Son of God, you could just climb down off that cross!" they said.

And of course they were right. Jesus could have just climbed down. Actually, he could have just said a word and made it all stop. Like when he healed the little girl. And stilled the storm. And fed 5000 people.

But Jesus stayed.

You see, they didn't understand. It wasn't the nails that kept Jesus there.

It was love.
Yes. I may grumble about my cross. But as Angie pointed out - it's not the religion - but the relationship that keeps me close to Christ.
I do what I believe because I love God! (if you can see that through my grumbling, you are blessed with a pure heart! That's for certain!)

I know my problems don't sound as great as Angie's or Christ's or R*b!n R*berts' or many, many other people's - but they are mine. My afflicted life is the one with which I encounter the world - so even though it may not seem so terrible to anyone else - it is my cross. Every one's cross looks lighter by comparison. Admit it, you think so too.

It's just that in so many ways, this is not the life I imagineed. Being alone. Struggling just to get by.

Meanwhile -I pray for the grace to carry my cross without the whining. Maybe one day, I'll catch up.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Happy Easter

Happy Easter! This Glorious, Glorious Day.

Sorry - I can't create a video link - but enjoy this beautiful version of Were You There.

Saturday, April 11, 2009


I'm feeling pretty lonely right now.
Another holiday alone.
Yes, a friend invited me to have Easter dinner with her family, and I may still take her up on it - but for right now, I'm just not feeling it. Sometimes it's uncomfortable to insert yourself into someone else's family.

I am thinking of a friend of mine back home - who was frazzled getting her house ready for her parents, step parents, brothers, sisters, in-laws and all their kids. And I can't feel sympathetic for her. HER FAMILY comes to her for holidays. Ya know why? Cuz she has a family.

My family will never come here for Christmas or Easter or Thanksgiving. At least not until I'm married and probably not until I have kids. Gotta lay that golden egg ya know.

And married - may never happen.
Things with Mr. Dad look like they're fizzling. That's normal. Things are always really sparky and exciting at first - but as per usual it doesn't last.

Then there is Mr. Burns. He's been calling and asking me to dinner, and to go on walks and stuff with him. We went out for dinner a couple weeks ago - I thought he would have something he wanted to tell me - but no - he just wanted to enjoy my company.

Then he wanted to take me to his place to show me his new furniture and how he's been improving his house. (is he finally nesting?) When there, he said things like - "If we end up together we'll put this here - that there. We'll have to modify this closet."

I looked at him seriously and said, "How can you say things like that? 'If we end up together?'."
He says he is thinking about his future and that he pictures me in it.

Well isn't that a nice piece of torture? Why wasn't he thinking like this while I was thinking that way?

The last time he called, wanting to walk in my favorite park, I had plans with Mr. Dad. I didn't say anything that specific - but I also didn't say that my plans were with any of my girlfriends.
I think he figured it out.

And before we got together for dinner a few weeks ago - I took his phone calls spouting pure vinegar. A bit of hostility. I'm still angry that I'm not planning a wedding.
I'm a little pissed that I'm turning 39 this summer and still looking for a husband! A bit of that anger is directed at Mr. Burns because he should have realized he didn't want me and let me go a year earlier.

And worst of all - though I try to deny it - some of my anger is directed at God, because I feel like He's holding out on me. Or that He sold me a bill of goods (everyone gets married - everyone but YOU!) that He won't make good on.

Clearly I have the wrong attitude. Right now I don't know how to change it. Today I don't know how to change it. Some days are better than others. This is a tough one.

as for home for Easter - I can't afford it. I just spent $300 getting my taxes done. I'm planning to go home in May for my niece's graduation - and a 20 hour drive each month just isn't that appealing - or affordable considering my reduced hours.

Pity Party - right here.

Happy Easter though.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Am I Worth It?

Okay. I'm humbled now. After my little outrage at the guy I didn't like this morning, Jesus reached out from the cross to humble me.

The Catholic church has services on Holy Thursday, Good Friday, and Holy Saturday prior to Easter. I was asked to read scripture for our Good Friday service which includes Veneration of the Cross.

For veneration, the church assembles as if for communion, and each individual stops to touch, or to kiss the cross in reflection of what Jesus' sacrifice means to them.
It's interesting to watch people. Some seem timid and just touch the cross and then cross themselves. Some reach out and embrace the cross (ours is a very large, almost life-sized cross) and plant a kiss. Some genuflect, touch the cross and move on.

I saw a teen aged girl approach the cross, wearing a t-shirt with the words, "When He was on the cross, you were on His mind." emblazoned across the back.

Veneration takes longer than Communion, because the two lines are served with just destination.
At last, the final person approached the cross. It was a young man with Down Syndrome, who I recognize as he and his parents sit within a pew of me every Sunday. He's a sweet young man who loves to sing at Mass and was thrilled to finally serve as an altar boy last year.

When he approached the cross, he reached both hands to the arms of the cross, in a sort of tender embrace. As if tenderly touching a dear friend in need. His head bowed - a heavy realization evident. It was the most beautiful connection of all the people I watched tonight. (I know I should have been praying myself) I thought to myself. He really gets it.

I was so touched by the intimate understanding displayed by this young man who I view as such an innocent. I smiled inwardly and contemplated the message.

Then he sat in the pew behind me - and started to sob.

Each year Easter is a little different for me. Sometimes I am overwhelmed by the sacrifice. Some years I really get it. This year, I'm a little self-absorbed, I admit. Constantly questioning why God doesn't bless me with the basics of marriage and family or at least a full-time job.
With that attitude - am I worth it? Am I worthy of Christ's great sacrifice? I know He thinks so. But I'd better start acting like it.

Just Not Worth It

This is the first week that my shortened hours at work have gone into effect, so I...
(oh did I not tell you? That perfect job that I love so much and struggled 14 months to find - cut my hours in half. Trying to figure out what God wants me to learn. He's a barrel of laughs isn't He?)

Anyway, so now I have Fridays off and I decided to be productive today. Scheduled a hair appointment and pulled all my tax related documents together - because hi - only 5 more days! And -hi- five different employers and unemployment benefits is too much for me to try to work out on my own.

I was out the door before 10:00 to go get my haircut. It's lovely, thanks for asking.
Then I stopped at a very well-known tax prep agency - you know it by the big green square. I walked in and noticed that the one guy available was the guy I encountered last year - and remembered that I didn't like him. Hmmm.

He asked if I had an appointment and I thought - nah - of course not, this is the big green square - who needs an appointment? Okay, I might have said that aloud.
Then he proceeds to check their computerized schedule to find an opening for me - since he had someone coming in shortly. Maybe this evening? No, I have church - it's Good Friday you know. Tomorrow? Oh well, he says, let's get started and you can come back tomorrow to finish up.

Well okay, that's at least a start.
So he proceeds to ask me questions and has me sign a pile of forms before we get started.
I thought it was odd that I was signing forms before we started - but hey he's squeezing me in so oh all right.
Then I realized I was rushing because he was squeezing me in - and I thought it better to actually read the forms. But I still felt compelled to rush, so I didn't like the position I was in. Very uncomfortable.

So says I: "Gee, I don't remember signing forms before we get started."

He says, "Yes, you have to."
He said something else - kinda snotty that I can't remember. So I responded, very slowly... "Yes, I understand that. I am just saying that I only remember signing the forms when we are done, and this seems odd to me."

One sheet asked me to check all the services he could sell me during my tax prep, and I thought - I don't want to buy services - so I didn't check any, and then asked him where I am supposed to sign.

"You have to check 'select all'."
"But I don't want you to sell me services."

And rather than try to explain it to me he just said, "Everyone has to."

Oh and did I mention that at one point, a big gob of spit fell out of his mouth and onto the papers I was signing?

I am not really able to explain just what bugged me SO MUCH about him... but KIMA says that it's the people that you don't really know why they bug you, that have personality disorders. That makes sense to me!

But remembering that I didn't like him last year... and that just 5 minutes into this tax prep stuff the whole thing was so unpleasant, I didn't even want to continue was enough for me.

I stood up, collected my paperwork and told him. "You are being really snotty to me and I don't appreciate it. I will just go someplace else."

His response, "Well if that's the way you feel about it."

"Yes, that's the way I feel about it."

He started to say something else - and at this point I didn't want to hear anymore. And everything that came out of his mouth seemed condescending and just snotty snotty snotty.

I said, "Now would be a good time to stop acting snotty. And this stuff that has my signature on it... I'm taking it with me."

As I walked back out to my car I wondered if I had sort of lost it! But I rationalize that since just the sight of him today reminded me that I didn't like him last year is justification enough. In the grand scheme of things, there is no point spending an entire hour with someone so unpleasant. I mean, taxes are unpleasant enough right?

Maybe it was also the pressure of feeling rushed. His horrible coffee breath. His lack of customer service pleasantries. It all was too much to put up with.

Have you ever had someone just rub you the wrong way from the get-go? Did you stay and put up with it - or did you just leave like I did?

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Single Ladies


Please go visit ErinAnnie over at Chaos today. She writes very poignantly about her single experience - and I know there are many of my bloggy friends who can relate and find ministry in her words.

If you're not single, you might want to visit as well so that you can better minister to your single friends.

Sunday, April 05, 2009

Done Right

The first year I lived in Colorado, I experienced the biggest snow storm of the century. In all, 3-4 feet of snow.

This was also the first year that I wasn't working in TV news, so on the first day of the storm, I dug my car out of a foot of snow and went to work. No one was there. Apparently, when you don't work in news - you stay home in a foot of snow. In news - you get your sorry butt to the station! and tell the city that it's too dangerous to be out.

Most of the city was snowed in for 2-3 days. Some of the suburbs were stuck longer because they were outside of the city snow removal plan.

When one of my co-workers came back after digging out for 5 days - she complained about cabin fever. Oh it was just awful, they were trapped in their house for 5 days!

My ponderings:
"You were trapped with your husband."
"The man with whom you are trying to have a baby?
"And you were bored."
Yeah, it was awful.
"Uh, speaking as a single woman - you're doing it wrong!"

She didn't appreciate my perspective in the slightest!

Present day:
I had a date with the new guy on Friday night. It went very well. We talked about my driving to his town on Sunday to visit. It was, after three dates - my turn on the interstate.

Forecasters had predicted a nasty storm Friday night - but it didn't hit. They blamed a sneaky front and said it was coming Saturday afternoon instead.

Here is where the story gets a little unbelievable. He called me Saturday morning with the suggestion that I come down early and get snowed in with him.
(stunned shock)
When a man conjures up such a romantic thought - my tendency is to jump in and see how it plays out!
(Disclaimer: He has a "mother-in-law" apartment connected to his house - so I knew I would sleep there and remain chaste!)

So I drove down, let him make me dinner and start a fire in the fireplace. We snuggled on the couch all night, talking, ahem -kissing and watching the snow fall. I don't think I've ever experienced such a romantic setting! Pinch me.

I slept in the apartment and awoke to morning light bouncing off the snow and streaming into the windows. Outside, was a glorious scene of fresh snow circling all the looming Poderosa Pine trees on his property -nothing else in sight- their spiky shadows cast about in shades of grey on the fluffy, undisturbed snow. Gorgeous!

And that - ladies and gentlemen - is how to properly get snowed in.
Results may vary if you are blessed with the Sacrament of Marriage - wink wink.

Saturday, April 04, 2009

A Bit Too Much

When I was in third grade, my mom caved in and bought me a blusher compact to play with - probably so I wouldn't abscond with her or my older sister's make up. Mom didn't tell me not to take the makeup to school, so I did. Then on a bathroom break, I showed a friend my indulgent treasure and we decided to put it on.

You'd better believe we were heavy handed about it. In our 10-year-old minds we looked sophisicated. We returned to class with huge streaks of bright pink emblazoned on our cheeks. Sister Magdelita was shocked at the two little harlots and we both ended up in the principal's office!

Growing up with my sister, I watched her apply makeup. Sometimes she would experiment on me.
I got a big talking to when I decided to try out mom's razor on my hairy little legs.

There were appropriate times for these milestones and I was expected to wait.
It was made very clear that I was expected to wait until high school for makeup privledges.
Getting my ears pierced when I reached 6th grade was a big deal.
Mom forced some perms on me. Highlights weren't even an option until I paid my way through college.

And honestly, I never even had a manicure until my 20s. Pedicure at 31. (not counting my fruitless efforts at home)

So what is going on with kiddos and teenagers today? Shannon at Rocks in my Dryer led me to this story: How our obsession with beauty is changing our kids.

Are parents just that more indulgent these days? And what are teaching kids about accepting their appearance? To me it's just as disturbing that all these things I have considered luxuries in my life are de rigour for 8 year olds these days!