My honey, my baby- don’t put my love upon no shelf…

If you read yesterday, you surely know about Girl’s proposal adventures… 
This tale picks years after the wedding in the old church. Years after Boy and Girl found a cozy cottage to make their home. Quite some time, in fact, after Boy decided to leave Girl and things turned again flat. 
Flat and lonely. 
And Girl grew up, and found herself. She learned that she loved things (like Death Cab for Cutie and hot dogs at baseball games.) Girl learned to be happy, for happiness sake and not because someone else loved, wanted or needed her or her milk… 
But Boy came back and things got better. Boy Boy and Girl realized happily ever after isn’t real, and both Boy and Girl learned to appreciate that. And in time, they decided to get married again. Together they ring shopped, wanting a fresh start. Together they were discouraged by cost versus quality- and what it all meant in the long run anyway. They wanted to focus on the important things, not the superficial so finally they chose the best quality set- for the lowest price. Boy proposed by kneeling at her doorstep, the new ring hidden within a rose. 
Both Boy and Girl truthfully hated the new rings. They were ugly and represented nothing about them. Still though, they reminded each other about true beauty, love and gratitude. Secretly though, one January day when a band of thieves in the grand forest (we’ll just call it Las Angeles, you know, hypothetically) robbed Girl of her wedding set- she was a little relieved. While she loved Boy with her whole heart, she’d felt wicked and superficial despising the rings and was glad they were gone. 
Also secretly, though he’d never say it- Girl suspected Boy was jealous that his wedding band hadn’t been stolen too… 
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That’s when she told me the story ’bout free milk and the cow…

Girl picked out her own engagement ring. 
At seventeen years of age, swept up in the romantic idea of belonging to someone as amazing as boy, it was so easy to be naive about everything that lay ahead. When Girl’s family and friends remarked that she shouldn’t even see the ring before the great-big-secret proposal, Girl laughed heartily at their old fashioned ways… 
Boy took girl to the location of their very first date, and popped the question. Girl said yes, of course. Girl happily wore the ring she’d chosen, though secretly she felt like everything suddenly felt flat. Flat proposal. Flat ring. Flat. Where was the elation, the wonder, the magic? Certainly not there in that dollar theater- (hey, Boy and Girl were poor college students, where’d you think their first date would be?) and certainly in the although beautiful diamond ring which she’d picked out. 
Flat. 
Bickering began between them soon there after. Their once seemingly cozy village felt suffocating. Also, no one had ever really talked to Girl about the story regarding free milk and the cow. Though she knew her small world encouraged no sharing of her cow’s milk until after she was wed- she never understood why, so since she loved boy she generously shared milk and let’s just say- Boy was not lactose intolerant. 
Eh hem… anyway, the bickering turned to fighting, the fighting turned to breaking up and suddenly everything that had felt flat and nothing at all like the movies or books described- was finally gone. 
Lot’s of things happened to lead to weeks and weeks down the road, when Girl and friend had gone to a program in an old, historic church where Girl dreamed of being a bride someday. With friends of his own, (conspiracy?) Boy ended up there too. 
Throughout the program, Boy and Girl found eye contact before sitting beside each other. 
They found sitting beside each other before I’m sorry
They found I am sorry before he took her hand and slipped into her palm a little note. There, drawn at the top of the note was her ring. Below it, simply said “Marry me?” Beneath that were two boxes, one for yes and one for no. 
And there they were… The elation, the magic and the wonder. 
Girl glowed! 
Girl checked yes… 
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Whack…

These days I am forced to think about the small moments as the most important ones. I feel like, in every area of my life there is some sort of issue. There isn’t a relationship, aside from my marriage, that is going smoothly- and this makes me sad. I get frustrated and I just feel suffocation, like it’s all out of control and coming to an end… 
But then, the sunlight streams through the trees in that gleaming way which screams reassurance. Not reassurance in one thing, but just something reassuringly beautiful. 
And I’ll take it. 
I’ll hold it so close to my heart that my chest becomes it’s home- and I will return my palm to it every time the outside life makes me want to kick and scream and cry. 
I decided today that I’m going to do that, this week, hide myself in the little things. In the wonders and the minutes that surprise me sweetly. The big things are ugly today, and tomorrow too… Not forever, but for awhile, and if I think about that- I can’t handle it… 
So, right now, it is the little things. The candy covered ground, flecked with pinata fragments- that’s where you’ll find me. Which is ok, because if I stand up- I am likely to get hit upside the head with the swinging bat. 
Candy is way better… 
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This friday night…

Happy Friday! 
Boy, it has been a BIG week around our neck of the subdivision… 
The boy whom Gen has been head over heals for, since the beginning of school, has asked her to be his girlfriend. Let me back up and explain. 
We’ll call him P. 
He’s that boy… the boy the girls like. Mr. Personality, yet sensitive. Mr. Stop you in the hall because he genuinely wants to know how your weekend went
Yes, in 7th grade. 
It has been a daily journey, with P. We hear details of every interaction they have- EVERY DAY… 
Genny saw P WAYYYY Up there, while she was WAYYYYYY below. Sad really. 
To say she was shocked that he asked her “out” is an understatement… 
We gave her permission to attend the Halloween dance because we know several of the chaperones, and because it is in the afternoon. She is going with P. 
She is BESIDE herself with giddiness… 
She also got a drastic pixie cut, and she pulls it off amazingly. 
In another news, my naturopath is a miracle worker… I am beyond grateful.(And WELL, after 10 weeks!) Feeling about as giddy as Gen. 
And lastly, the Shutterfly give away has come to a close. CONGRATULATIONS to our winners Ange, Angel and Kel!!! I have a few other great giveaways coming up just around the corner so be sure to stay tuned… 
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that which shapes us…

She has been in school for months now. I say months because it has definitely been more than one. Truthfully, it feels as though she has been in school forever. Mostly though, this has nothing to with her and everything to do with me as I came down with this hellish illness shortly after the school term started… 
Anyhow… 
What I’m here to talk about is love. Young love. 
About two weeks after Gen started this new school, a wickedly cruel fellow seventh grad boy decided to target her in his acts of meanness. It started by calling her a fly and shooing at her. After some time things evolved and he began gagging himself whenever she was near. He’d look at her (in their many classes together) and simulate vomiting saying it’s her ugliness that makes him sick. His tormenting became more persistent. He discussed her hair legs and how they were like that of an ape. Ape legs, ape legs… He remarked on the space between her teeth. 50 foot gap, he said. 50 foot Genny… 
And on and on it went. 
Daily she met me at the car in sobbing tears… Stupid, cruel boy. 
Conferences occurred. I was frustrated. At one point he was continuing his abuses in her last period of the day. She was crying, asking him to stop. The teacher did not intervene, but rather ignore. Finally Genny turned around to this S.C. boy and “SHUT UP!” 
The teacher did NOT ignore this. He gave her detention. When she tearfully tried to explain about S.C. boy, giving the teacher complete benefit of the doubt that he hadn’t heard- he yelled at her. It was at this point that a friend stepped in and intervened on her behalf- and the friend also got detention. 
It was at this point in which i was done. 
Things got better quickly. His forced apology seemed to help him be nicer. For two weeks he has been civilly nice to my daughter. The principal had told Genny that perhaps he did these things because he liked her. On Friday, these 2 weeks later, when he approached her and asked her to the Halloween dance- this was confirmed. 
Factually I should point out she is more than likely not attending said dance. Not for any reason other than the fact that she has adopted the behavior of very poor judgement. Regardless of who is present, when she feels like making a poor or unwise decision, she does. She cares nothing for the consequences. We have grown incredibly weary of such things, so she’s on a bit of a restricted regimen. Of course this is actually because we are wickedly evil parents and she leads a horribly sad and oppressed life… (you know, what with her cable tv, ipod touch, cool art school upbringing and all. Poor thing. have I mentioned she eats two breakfasts on week days? Who can live under such poor conditions?) 
The point though, is that she wants to say “yes.” Yes that she’d go with him, if she was going. Which she is not. Yes. 
I am still appalled. I get the whole middleschool boy- picks on girl which he’s crushing- way of life. This though, this went beyond picking. He was absolutely heinously bad to her and he hurt her feelings immensely, for a long time. And the thing is, she has a boy she really likes and this boy is not him. I just feel like, looking ahead 5 years, the girl on this path is the one with the no self respect and completely crappy abusive boys. I know it’s an over reaction but am I at all justified in worrying when she decides to like a boy who likes her- even if he’s been what I deem incredibly abusive? 
These middle school dramas have become the soap opera in which our lives turn. The valley girl/mean girl who is out to get Gen. The friends and their romantic relationships. The girl drama, and gosh there is loads of it… 
I have got to get well and have a date with another adult SOON… 
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