Feelings … nothing more than feelings.
Folks, we’ve got some strong emotions swirling around these parts. One minute they're laughing hysterically. The next minute they’re on the verge of tears. No doubt about it. Whatever they’re feeling, they feel it fully from the depths of their hearts.
Bad hair is so unfair.
Hair is a common concern around here – with the exception of my youngest daughter, whose daily routine consists of hanging upside down on the side of the bed to assemble the perfect ponytail. Otherwise, it’s all about the hair – and what to do with it.
During my teen years, I sported two basic styles. 1) Part the bangs in the middle and feather back the sides. 2) Sit through a bad perm, tease the bangs and plaster it with Aqua Net.
Today my girls have an endless number of options. Curl it. Straighten it. Braid it. (Now wait, there are French braids, fishtail braids, pigtail braids, etc.) They could put it in a bun. (There are messy high buns, donut buns, buns with a twist, etc.) I could go on. But I won’t.
And while we’re on the subject of hair, I sometimes wonder if the bobby pins and hair ties are secretly multiplying and invading my home. I find them everywhere.
For some reason, every occasion requires a wardrobe change.
“We’re stopping by the grocery store? Let me change my clothes.”
“We’re swinging by the mall? Hang on, I’ve got to change my clothes!”
“Oh! We’re going to a softball game? Wait just a ‘sec – I need to change my clothes.”
Try saying this three times fast: Sassy Zeck sisters share silly selfies.
I give you exhibit A, B and C:
Maybe I said a word from a popular song. Or perhaps a tune is stuck in her head. Either way, girls can break into a song and dance at the drop of a hat. Second thought, my husband does that too. Maybe that’s not just a girl thing.
There’s no such thing as too much bling.
One could play a game of Eye Spy around the Zeck house. Look closely and you will find something sparkly in every room. Glittery pencil bags. Sparkly shoes. Sometimes I even find a little bling in the most unexpected places. Like the lint trap in our dryer.
If I had a dollar for every time I heard the word, “like,” I would quit this writing gig and spend my days counting all my money. Every other word around here is “like.” Here’s an example: “And I was like, no way! And she was like, ‘Oh yeah!’ So I like went over there and was like …”
An entire bathroom drawer is devoted entirely to nail polish.
A whole drawer. Nail polish! I rarely buy nail polish. Where did it come from? Here’s what I think. When you don’t know what to buy your friend for her birthday party, there’s always ol’ reliable: nail polish.
I wouldn’t trade it for the world.