*40% off sales
*the satisfaction of hitting 4 stores in 9 minutes and coming out...bags in hand
*beaming bright blue handicapped parking placards
*perfect pointy swirls on my frozen yogurt
*that happy sigh i subconsciously make when i step through the doors of Forever 21
*hearing the random, hilarious chatter of the other girls through the thin dressing room walls
*finding The Perfect Purse in a place i least expected it
* mom- "Hon, i know you don't wear turtlenecks but it's on SALE!"
wage a battle against embitterment and take part in 365 days of Grace in Small Things.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
somebody help me
i have a secret.
it contradicts every teenage girl stereotype.
it's guaranteed to make every girl screech a deafening shriek, shake her head in disgust and declare me heartless.
i do not like to shop.
(i wanted to put "hate" in there, but they say hate is a strong word)
don't get me wrong, i love trying on those poofy prom dresses with my friends and aimlessly wandering around the mall, window shopping and picking out random pieces to try on and giggle over.
but i do not like standing in front of my closet and realizing that i've outgrown most of my clothes, handed the decent down to sissy, wrecked them with the cursed bleach, torn unrepairable holes from rolling under barbed wire fences, shrunk them to a size 6X in the dryer, lost them at the gym, lost them at the pool, lost them at YD camp, left them to rot in a heap of wet laundry over the weekend, or sent them to their unceremonious deaths with the aid of spaghetti sauce, grape juice, grass stains, and vegetable oil.
i do not like the disappointing realization that another crash shopping spree is inevitable.
to be honest, shopping makes me cranky.
i do not like waiting in lines.
i do not like how the last size left is either XXS or XXL.
i do not like changing in minuscule dressing rooms barely large enough to turn around in, or the broken door latches, or tiptoeing on that filthy nasty carpet.
i do not like having to hike 3 miles from the car to the mall entrance.
i do not like that the previously mentioned 3 miles really is 3 miles because we always forget where we parked.
i do not like putting clothes back on flimsy plastic hangers.
i do not like taking my clothes on and off again and again and again.
i do not like how dry my mouth gets, and how my throat begins to ache, and how my feet feel like lead and my shoes pinch.
i do not like being nice to those annoying, helpless salespeople that follow me around when i'm tired and drooping.
i do not like carrying those awkward, over-sized shopping bags.
and, above everything else, i do not like coming home with nothing.
spending 9 hours in retail torture yesterday made it difficult for me to find grace in 5 things. to be honest, i couldn't think of one.
but heather must learn to be thankful, so i firmly decided i'd find not five, but EIGHT things i was thankful for about shopping.
it took me some time, and there's a hint of sarcasm in a few of these.
but hey, if heather ruiz, a sworn hater of "shop 'till you drop" can be thankful, then anyone can find thanks in anything.
it contradicts every teenage girl stereotype.
it's guaranteed to make every girl screech a deafening shriek, shake her head in disgust and declare me heartless.
i do not like to shop.
(i wanted to put "hate" in there, but they say hate is a strong word)
don't get me wrong, i love trying on those poofy prom dresses with my friends and aimlessly wandering around the mall, window shopping and picking out random pieces to try on and giggle over.
but i do not like standing in front of my closet and realizing that i've outgrown most of my clothes, handed the decent down to sissy, wrecked them with the cursed bleach, torn unrepairable holes from rolling under barbed wire fences, shrunk them to a size 6X in the dryer, lost them at the gym, lost them at the pool, lost them at YD camp, left them to rot in a heap of wet laundry over the weekend, or sent them to their unceremonious deaths with the aid of spaghetti sauce, grape juice, grass stains, and vegetable oil.
i do not like the disappointing realization that another crash shopping spree is inevitable.
to be honest, shopping makes me cranky.
i do not like waiting in lines.
i do not like how the last size left is either XXS or XXL.
i do not like changing in minuscule dressing rooms barely large enough to turn around in, or the broken door latches, or tiptoeing on that filthy nasty carpet.
i do not like having to hike 3 miles from the car to the mall entrance.
i do not like that the previously mentioned 3 miles really is 3 miles because we always forget where we parked.
i do not like putting clothes back on flimsy plastic hangers.
i do not like taking my clothes on and off again and again and again.
i do not like how dry my mouth gets, and how my throat begins to ache, and how my feet feel like lead and my shoes pinch.
i do not like being nice to those annoying, helpless salespeople that follow me around when i'm tired and drooping.
i do not like carrying those awkward, over-sized shopping bags.
and, above everything else, i do not like coming home with nothing.
spending 9 hours in retail torture yesterday made it difficult for me to find grace in 5 things. to be honest, i couldn't think of one.
but heather must learn to be thankful, so i firmly decided i'd find not five, but EIGHT things i was thankful for about shopping.
it took me some time, and there's a hint of sarcasm in a few of these.
but hey, if heather ruiz, a sworn hater of "shop 'till you drop" can be thankful, then anyone can find thanks in anything.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
day 5
*baby green spring grass
*skiing across the hardwood hallway on my slick ski socks with bran propelling me
*sissy: "I HAVE AN INSPIRATION."
"what?"
"look at that tree over there."
"EEEEEEEE!!!!" *jumps up and down*
*sissy's incredible packing skills...i was saved from hours of indecisive torture and hesitatingly stuffing half my closet into a steamer trunk
*fresh paint glistening on my bathroom ceiling, my fingers, and in my hair
wage a battle against embitterment and take part in 365 days of Grace in Small Things.
*skiing across the hardwood hallway on my slick ski socks with bran propelling me
*sissy: "I HAVE AN INSPIRATION."
"what?"
"look at that tree over there."
"EEEEEEEE!!!!" *jumps up and down*
*sissy's incredible packing skills...i was saved from hours of indecisive torture and hesitatingly stuffing half my closet into a steamer trunk
*fresh paint glistening on my bathroom ceiling, my fingers, and in my hair
wage a battle against embitterment and take part in 365 days of Grace in Small Things.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
day 4
*doing pretty much the COOLEST science experiment we've ever done
*giggling helplessly over something that wasn't all that funny to begin with
*walking by the sparkling lake with all my inchy friends
*feeling that squishy spring mud between my toes
*gorgeous-ing pink sunset (had to put that "ing" in there...it felt wrong to slaughter the theme)
wage a battle against embitterment and take part in 365 days of Grace in Small Things.
*giggling helplessly over something that wasn't all that funny to begin with
*walking by the sparkling lake with all my inchy friends
*feeling that squishy spring mud between my toes
*gorgeous-ing pink sunset (had to put that "ing" in there...it felt wrong to slaughter the theme)
wage a battle against embitterment and take part in 365 days of Grace in Small Things.
Friday, April 9, 2010
day 3
*watching my cats have a staring competition
*baking two huge, moist, lovely carob chocolate cakes while singing along to the radio
*licking frosting off a spoon
*playing hide-and-go-seek with a dead cellphone
*that satisfying feeling from washing, hanging, drying, folding, and putting away an Everest of laundry
wage a battle against embitterment and take part in 365 days of Grace in Small Things.
*baking two huge, moist, lovely carob chocolate cakes while singing along to the radio
*licking frosting off a spoon
*playing hide-and-go-seek with a dead cellphone
*that satisfying feeling from washing, hanging, drying, folding, and putting away an Everest of laundry
wage a battle against embitterment and take part in 365 days of Grace in Small Things.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
day 2
*sitting cross-legged on the back porch strumming my guitar
*belated birthday cards
*two...eh, three scoops of tillamook almond fudge chocolate swirl ice cream
*electrical power outages and shadowy houses
*fuzzy thick ski socks
wage a battle against embitterment and take part in 365 days of Grace in Small Things.
*belated birthday cards
*two...eh, three scoops of tillamook almond fudge chocolate swirl ice cream
*electrical power outages and shadowy houses
*fuzzy thick ski socks
wage a battle against embitterment and take part in 365 days of Grace in Small Things.
day 1
*listening to rain softly drum on my tin roof
*spaghetti an' meatballs at 11:30 at night
*knowing my cat farts when i pick him up, but i still do it anyways
*having an entertaining and lengthy conversation with a random stranger that dialed the wrong number
*red cherry halls cough drops
wage a battle against embitterment and take part in 365 days of Grace in Small Things.
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