Oh Becca, you don't understand. I think my daughter might be a reincarnate from another era. The Phyllis Era, maybe. Fer reals. And in that era there was probably some little white kid, Alphalpha maybe, in a silent film, or a comic book, whose tag line was:
You can pick her soul off the shelf and dust it off is alls I'm sayin'. She's an oldie. But a goodie. (When she's not throwing tennis balls at the band.)
To be perfectly frank, and I wasn't going to mention this but, Phyllis is her favorite name. No lie, she asked me the other day, "Would it be weird if I named one of my kids Phyllis?"
"Very!" I said. "You might wanna stop beating the boys and throwing stuff at the band if you wanna catch a man who will agree to that."
Am I right, or am I right?
Speaking of which, she beat another boy on the varsity tennis team yesterday. Hope she doesn't try to date him too. Fingers crossed all these victories are helping her prepare for states tomorrow. Her first (and perhaps last) match is against the undefeated reigning number one first singles champion from the Salt Lake region. West High school. I understand they eat nails for breakfast at West high, but you didn't hear it from me.
But hey, I have other kids too, don't I? Raise your hand if it feels like my daughter is dominating my diaries!
I have sons too. Who are just as entertaining as my daughter. Although I don't think their souls are as dusty. I only say this because yesterday they were listing all the dumb things about middle school, like how you have to do a good job on your homework and everything, and how much everybody hates choir.
"I thought choir was supposed to be singing," said twin #1, "but you have to do stupid stuff too!!!"
"Like what?" I asked, as sincerely as humanly possible.
"Like get out of your comfort zone!"
As if!!!!
Apparently that dumb choir teacher thinks getting out of their comfort zone will help them be better performers on stage.
Teachers these dayz!!
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I'm afraid I have to agree with twin #1 about the corn dog. I hate corn dogs so it would DEFINITELY be going out of my comfort zone to eat one. In fact, I would have to say that I hope to go to my grave never having to eat another corn dog again - and to never mow a lawn (although that's more of a goal). :)
I am pretty sure I have never eaten corn dog. At least I can promise I have never eaten one since I've been an adult. I did surprise the socks off my whole family last year by eating almost an entire hot dog.
I love that your old soul girl wants to name her daughter Phyllis. Get behind it.
(There are lots of families in my town with the last name that is the same word as what you do when you get hot and liquid comes out of the glands on your skin. I told my girls not to date any of those boys with that name, because I'm not sure I could love a grandchild who's last mane was Sweat. So maybe Phyllis isn't so bad. You could call her Dr. Phil.)
Proofreading is awesome. I should try it once.
Last mane. Ug. Name, not Mane.
But a sweaty mane is gross too. So maybe I should get behind it.
Hahahaha Becca you gave me a good laugh this morning. You are such a cutie patootie you almost remind me of a little . . . dummy.
Robin, I've never mowed the lawn. Just sayin'. But I have eaten plenty of corn dogs.
Good luck to T in her match. Can't wait to hear all about it.
I'm showing my age, but when I think of people name Phyllis, I always think of the Mary Tyler Moore show - nosy neighbor/landlord. This despite the fact that I had an aunt named Phyllis, actually Philomenia, but she went by Phyllis. Good luck with the tennis match and my boys (and I) like corn dogs.
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