G-Log

So we were out this afternoon running a few errands, and we walk into Costco and Ariel says “Sissa’s a tomboy.”  So totally random and out of left field.  I also don’t believe she would ever have come up with that on her own, so I can only imagine she heard it from somebody (ahem).  My response was simply “Yeah, a little bit.”  It kind of bothered me and I was trying to figure out why.  I don’t even think she understands what it means, and I didn’t want to discuss it with her at all.  The fact is I’m not overly girly.  And by that I mean that my focus is not all on shoes and makeup and clothes.  I don’t sew or scrapbook or own a jewelry box full of earrings and necklaces.  I’d rather spend my time sleeping than wake up an hour and a half early to get ready for work.  It’s not worth it to me–there’s no one there I need to impress and my husband thinks I’m beautiful just the way I am.  BUT, that doesn’t mean that I’m not a lady or feminine.  It doesn’t mean I don’t care how I look when I go out of the house.  It doesn’t mean that I act like a guy.  It just means there are much more important things in life and much more interesting things to talk about than fashion to me.  I don’t want to be high maintenance, I don’t want to be a weak woman, and I don’t want my focus to be on superficial things.  I want to be a strong woman, educated, and beautiful just as I was made.  If that’s what it means to be a tomboy, then I’m proud of it!

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Well, I finally broke a bone.  Saturday night I ran into the pantry door frame and hit my pinky toe.  It hurt–a lot–but I didn’t really think I’d broken it since I’ve never broken anything.  The next day it was bruised so I sent a picture of it to my mom and when my dad saw it he figured I’d broken it (he was an EMT for a long time).  Don’t you just love technology?  So Dean and I braved urgent care yesterday and sure enough–broken.  And now I’m a gimp.  I’ve got a special shoe I’m supposed to wear and crutches I’m supposed to use for 1-2 weeks, which I don’t have the upper body strength for.  I guess I’ll just hobble around.  It’s slow, but it works.  Ariel was so cute yesterday when we got home–she weighs 1/3 what I weight but she was trying to help me walk into the house.  I’m having a hard time mainly because I can’t stand being dependent on people and want to keep walking around doing what I normally do.  I’m not even in much pain unless I move my toe accidentally, but my body is getting tired and sore from compensating.  Oh well, if I had to break something, I’m glad it was just a pinky toe!

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Dean and I decided that we needed an official all-day fun day, as much for our sake as Ariel’s, with no chores and no errands. So the day went like this: We slept in (as much as Ariel would let us anyway), and when I got up Ariel and I made blueberry muffins. “Don’t wake up Daddy,” she says, “I want to surprise him.” So his girls made him breakfast in bed (that’s how she put it). Then for something different, we decided to take the ferry over to Coronado. She’s never been on a ferry and I’ve never actually been on the ocean here in San Diego, so it was pretty fun. We spent a few hours over there, had lunch and walked around the shops. She of course wanted to play on the beach, so we spent a little time there too. She was pretty tired after that and took a little nap on the ferry ride back.

Then in the evening we had a “camp-out.” Dean borrowed a tent, and we got fire wood so Ariel could roast her hot dogs and we could make S’mores. We put up the tent after dinner (which took up the ENTIRE living room) and watched Nim’s Island through the doorway. None of us slept too well, but all in all it was a pretty fun day. Dean’s dad always said you have to make your own memories, and we work really hard to do that for Ariel. She’s such a great kid and we know life isn’t as easy for her as it could be, so the best we can do is try to have fun and let her be a kid as long as possible. We always benefit from the distraction too!