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Things I never outgrew
1. Chicken and Stars:
When I was little Mom convinced me it was magic and it would make me well. I don’t get sick much anymore but I do have bad days and on the really bad days, I still want chicken and stars soup. The thing is, it has to be made by someone else because that’s how the magic works.
2. Beauty and the Beast:
I love this movie. The Disney version preferred. I always stop it before the Beast turns into the Prince. Shut up. I like it better that way.
3. Ice Skating:
I used to have a shrine to Dorthy Hammill. I had the haircut thus forever earning myself a place in the geek hall of fame. For a long time I thought I wanted to be her. Everything in my life was going crazy shaped and ice skating was an escape. I guess it still kind of is when I get the chance to do it, which isn’t nearly often enough.
4. ½ grapefruit juice, ½ OJ:
That’s my drink. It was another Mom magical healing potion. If I got a sniffle, she’d make it and give me a swirly straw.
5. Swirly straws because who doesn’t love those?
6. Glitter gel pens:
Preferably in pink or purple. I’ve ‘ruined’ a couple of old books with them and scribbled over numerous notebooks, research papers and a couple of hands. I love them. I can’t help it.I still say Shakespeare would have approved of a purple glitter inscription. And old books, over rated.
7. Eloise:
Mom used to read them to me. I wanted to be Eloise even before I wanted to be Dorthy Hammill. I’m sorta living the whole I wanna be Eloise dream thing right now. I mean it’s too expensive and Giles is having poodles in Scotland but that was one of my conditions when he asked me to go to New York City. Seriously? How can I come here and not stay at the hotel. He wasn’t amused when I told him I’d try to become Donald Trump’s next wife just for him. Giles, not Donald. Which was the whole point, irritating Giles. Anyway, I even go down and bug the front desk every morning. I think they hate me and they want me to leave.
1. Chicken and Stars:
When I was little Mom convinced me it was magic and it would make me well. I don’t get sick much anymore but I do have bad days and on the really bad days, I still want chicken and stars soup. The thing is, it has to be made by someone else because that’s how the magic works.
2. Beauty and the Beast:
I love this movie. The Disney version preferred. I always stop it before the Beast turns into the Prince. Shut up. I like it better that way.
3. Ice Skating:
I used to have a shrine to Dorthy Hammill. I had the haircut thus forever earning myself a place in the geek hall of fame. For a long time I thought I wanted to be her. Everything in my life was going crazy shaped and ice skating was an escape. I guess it still kind of is when I get the chance to do it, which isn’t nearly often enough.
4. ½ grapefruit juice, ½ OJ:
That’s my drink. It was another Mom magical healing potion. If I got a sniffle, she’d make it and give me a swirly straw.
5. Swirly straws because who doesn’t love those?
6. Glitter gel pens:
Preferably in pink or purple. I’ve ‘ruined’ a couple of old books with them and scribbled over numerous notebooks, research papers and a couple of hands. I love them. I can’t help it.I still say Shakespeare would have approved of a purple glitter inscription. And old books, over rated.
7. Eloise:
Mom used to read them to me. I wanted to be Eloise even before I wanted to be Dorthy Hammill. I’m sorta living the whole I wanna be Eloise dream thing right now. I mean it’s too expensive and Giles is having poodles in Scotland but that was one of my conditions when he asked me to go to New York City. Seriously? How can I come here and not stay at the hotel. He wasn’t amused when I told him I’d try to become Donald Trump’s next wife just for him. Giles, not Donald. Which was the whole point, irritating Giles. Anyway, I even go down and bug the front desk every morning. I think they hate me and they want me to leave.
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