Girl Gone Bad
I’m sorry I went MIA. If I was a blogger worth a bag of beans I would have prepared better for my absence – maybe a guest blog? What do you guys think about those?
So, here is what went down: a four-day Pissy Missy and Dalai Mom ultimate weekend of girl bonding. You see, Dalai Dan and the two middle boys went on a boy’s trip to Southern California, leaving us girls behind. When Dalai D was planning this trip, I had just returned from my epic Brazil adventure and couldn’t fathom getting on another airplane for at least 6 months, so I opted to stay home. Little did I know the Midwest was going to get stuck in a high pressure weather pattern and experience three massive heat waves. Stupid Dalai Lina. Never give up a trip to California.
The nice thing was Pissy Missy and I had an entire weekend together. While her left hand was already beginning to fuse to my thigh after 5 years of skin-to-skin contact, this girl intensive weekend made us certifiably conjoined.
Let me bore you with the details (you can stop reading now)
On the first day we both got massages, went out to lunch, went shopping for a Ken to get married to Barbie, got ice cream, watched Bed Knobs and Broomsticks until 10:30 and had a sleepover in my bed where she spent most of the night perpendicular to me, kneading my butt with her feet.
The second day was filled with the new Winnie the Poo movie, shopping for soccer cleats, looking at Pet Smart animals, playing with the treasures we unearthed in the basement revival, swimming at the pool, and having a slumber party with our only girl cousin.
Saturday was the pinnacle of girl entertainment: the American Girl Store. Pissy Missy’s grandma “Annie” took her, her cousin, and me (lucky) to lunch, mall shopping, and finally the American Girl store where my appendage acted like an entitled brat who had warrant for emancipation on the grounds we would not buy her the new Kanani doll. Annie would ONLY buy her a $30 tennis outfit for her Rebecca doll. Oh the horrors.
It was at that moment I realized she may be spoiled. And I may be responsible. Maybe I went a little overboard. Was it the massage? The trip to three toys stores searching for the perfect Ken doll?
What, dear God, have I created?
A Pissy Missy, doggonit.
A funny, silly, beautiful, kind, smart, loving HOLY TERROR. And I thank heaven every day for that little imp.
aah pissy missy looks like butter wouldnt melt!! shes clearly a pro….
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Oh, she is a pro alright! You can sniff them out :)
Hopefully she will remember this weekend when she is 13 and says “I hate you!” =)
I have it documented in cyber history!
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Aw, Lina honey, you never had a chance — baby of the family and only girl after 3 boys — come on — then she turned out that pretty to boot. You’re were doomed from the first push. :-)
That is SO true!
She is so adorable and sweet. Her pictures really do look like a much cuter, better haired, unfreckled version of me at that age. Carson was requesting that she come over again this morning.
If she can get your legs, I’ll be estatic!
Lina, catching up on your blog…laying on the couch for two weeks while you and the gals sweat it out with Gregg…Well my only comment here is that if you had called in the cavalry (Colleen) and gone to your massage solo, little Pissy Missy would have learned what a bar of soap tasted like if she would’ve misbehaved. I’m sure she never would have, though, with General Custer hanging around!
I know, she needs a little Colleen ass whooping!
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She’s supercute! I always like to have a daughter :)
She IS super cute! A beast sometimes, but I wouldn’t change her for anything :) Thanks!