The God Bus

The God Bus

This Is A Story From Last Year

God Bus
My Favorite kids in the world.

Nina was concerned about a friend who lost her grandparent the other morning. She confided to her big sister that she didn’t want any of the people we love to die.
Sophie let her know that they go to heaven when they die, and when she dies she will see all our family and friends that passed before.
Nina let her sister know that she was not sure the way to heaven. (Some days I can attest to this very confidently.)
Sophie answered that she didn’t need to worry because God would come get her and take her there.
Nina asked if there was a bus. You know like a God bus that everyone goes on?
Sophie assured her that it is exactly like that. A wonderful God bus.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m the naive one but I guess I always thought it was a God jet.

Side note: if you think I wasn’t bawling like a baby beneath the sun glasses I kept on while walking through the halls of daycare- you’d be wrong. God jet wrong.

Fast Forward To Present Day

That concludes the sweetest story ever told (you can’t argue that point, I won’t hear of it.) I’m pretty sure that we could all use a little bit of the God Bus in our lives today.  I know, I know- Mandelynn, God Bus isn’t a saying. Stop trying to make it into a saying. I will turn this God Bus around if you don’t adjust your attitude. One of those ways I’m using it is sure to work. I just have to believe (and I do).

I know, I know- Mandelynn, God Bus isn’t a saying. Stop trying to make it into a saying. I will turn this God Bus around if you don’t adjust your attitude. One of those ways I’m using it is sure to work. I just have to believe (and I do).

 

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Mani/Pedi Time

Tonight it was mani/pedi time. I asked Nina if she’s going to be able to do all my friends’ nails because they will want theirs done like mine. She looked at me like I was crazy (I know the look pretty well, so what?) and said “nope.”
I forgot to ask for clarification, but one of two things happened:
1) she realizes she is making a fool of me and knows no one will want this look.
2) she doesn’t believe I have friends.

Not sure that I want to get to the bottom of it. Sometimes mysteries are best left unknown. And sometimes lil’ girls don’t get tipped for their nail salon services…

Mani and pedi
Mani and pedi

 

Also excited that Blogher featured a piece I wrote on their site. If you have time buzz on over and let them know you think I’m an alright person.

http://www.blogher.com/what-i-want-tell-my-daughter-her-graduation-approaches

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I’m Still Here

I’m Still Here

Yello- How are you doing?

I’m still here. I’m not sure how often you want to hear from me here, so I wanted to make sure and check it.

If you don’t feel like you are getting enough of me (I don’t blame you), always feel free to send me an email through the contact page or facebook me or whatevs. If you have opinions on how often I should write, let me know. If you like my hair, go ahead and let me know. If you got a new hair ‘do, let me know and I’ll let you know if I like it. In the future I prefer you check with me before you get it done, so I can help decide. This time it’s ok. Let’s take this friendship to the next level. My friendships have like 39 levels, so don’t feel too good about getting through the first one. Yet don’t be discouraged either.

 

Here is something from when Sophie was 3 years old that I wrote:

“Mama when the snow turns to poop and then it melts…” Let me stop you right there, Sophie.

<-Dear NASA- I will be withdrawing my daughter’s application for early admittance to NASA’s applied Meteorology Unit. Thank you. ->

And..Please continue Sophie.

 

 

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Speak no Evil

Speak no Evil

Returning to Sophie’s room this morning I was greeted with the following old Chinese proverb: Nina crying with both hands over her ears and Sophie crying with her hands over her eyes. I fleetingly registered: Hear no evil, See no evil and wondered if we may need to have another kid to fulfill Speak no evil.

This was thankfully abandoned once I went on my commute to work. Little Miss “little blue car on her little cell phone not hitting the little gas pedal when the green arrow popped up”( I have done 127 posts about Green Arrow-gate, therapy is obviously not working) brought the clarity to my situation that only intense aggravation can bring.

I am speak no evil- There must have been a slight hiccup in the universe today causing the delay. Also I forgot to have my hand over my mouth while the cluster of cusses escaped. I was proud that I at least was able to resist Honking no evil and Flipping (the bird) no evil.

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I Have Something To Say

I Have Something To Say

On the way to daycare this morning things took a serious turn. Sophie called an important meeting by uttering the words “I have something to say,” in a serious tone. Nina and I exchanged a look. From the look I imagine we both were thinking “we can tell you have something to say because you’re doing that thing people do when they have things to say…namely talking.” However her hands were folded in a businesslike way and both of us waited for the impressive announcement which was to follow. “We need to get a dog.” That was the announcement.

I glanced at Nina. Any backup I had from the previous glance had receded. I could tell it was up to me. “You would have to vacuum everyday,” says I. “No, I wouldn’t. I’m a kid. I don’t know how,” returns she. Inadvertently hitting the nail on the head. Thankfully the biggest plane she had ever seen (it was soooo not) flew across the sky at that moment and Sophie side tracked herself by making Nina jealous that she couldn’t see it.

Sorry Nina, in hindsight the relief I felt for moving on to the plane even with the frustration it caused you, seems wrong. I can’t put my finger on why, but it feels a little traitor-like. Sure, I owed you one for abandoning me on the dog issue, but I guess that’s to be expected to a degree. We have a better chance of getting a plane (you would totally be able to see it than and it would be the biggest ever) than a dog at the moment.

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