"Behind These Hazel Eyes" -- Kelly Clarkson
I told you everything
Opened up and let you in
You made me feel alright
For once in my life
Now all that's left of me
Is what I pretend to be
So together, but so broken up inside
'Cause I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hangin' on
Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
Swallow me then spit me out
For hating you, I blame myself
Seeing you it kills me now
No, I don't cry on the outside
(I just love that song!!)
Memories in the making. Kayla improved so much over the school year, I agreed to let her get her ears pierced. That was the deal. We waited for another little girl to get hers done, and I thought for sure Kayla was going to chicken out. She didn't. She didn't even jump, or cry, or anything. My baby's growing up. She looks adorable with little earrings...and she's taking responsibility for keeping them clean so they'll heal right. Go Kayla!
What makes me giggle is how completely mortified Emily was that I broke out the digicam in the mall. "Omigawd, mooooom I you are NOT taking pictures here. Mom, not at the mall. MOM!" --followed by a hasty retreat. Classic. I just love being the mother of a teenaged girl. Hee.
The good news: I only gained 2 lbs after being absent from meetings for four months. Go me. I don't know why I was feeling so massively bovine, but I was. Why am I so freaking hard on myself?!?!
The bad news: I gained two pounds after being absent for four months. (I know. ...shutting up.)
I often wish life came with a remote control. Right now I could fast forward for my friends, getting them through the tough/stressful/nerve fraying parts swiftly and easily.
I could fast forward to August to get my test scores.
I could erase the painful parts of my life - the cringers I'd like to forget. (Like that time I lost my bikini after jumping off the high dive.)
I could rewind and have "do overs" at will.
I could hit super slomo for the awesome parts....you get the picture.
Yeah yeah, I know what they say about "learning experiences" and whatnot, but I've had enough "learning experiences". I'm very wise, thank you very much.
My boss has coined a new phrase for the extreme left leaning liberal like me.
Now, we're owl spot counting, minnow loving, tree hugging, bleeding heart liberals.
... and we all wear Birkenstocks.
...and drive green Subarus.
...and wear funky glasses.
...and love the IRS. (because that's how we get our money for all our ridiculous socialist programs)
Go us. Owl spot counters unite.
Happy Tuesday, dorks.