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I Wasn’t Invited

Published March 23, 2014 by mssprinkle

I think I was a little hard on the smart-alecky fifth grader who showed up at my classroom door with three blue envelopes in his hand.  He was popping gum (never allowed) and waving the envelopes over his head.

“Three lucky people invited to my party!”  He shouted when he opened the door without warning.

“Not on my time!”  I exclaimed, without taking time to think.  “Unless you have one for everybody, you may not distribute them during school time.”  I did not actually shove him out the door, but I am a large lady and when I advance menacingly, most people retreat hastily.

“Aw!  I bet one of those was for me!”  whined one of my less-sharp little tacks.

“I bet it wasn’t!”  Responded my meanest girl.

“MATH!”  I practically roared, and class resumed.

Last night I missed the wedding of a young woman of whom I am very fond.  She is the same age as my daughter, and they grew up together in church and school.  They were not best friends, but because their parents were friendly and their paths crossed constantly, they knew each other well.  I was not invited to the wedding.

I know the mother felt awkward about this.  She and I really have been friends. We never actually spoke about the decision, but as the wedding approached she avoided me more and more.  When it was impossible to do so she frantically directed any conversation toward other topics as we stood around before church choir or met up in the grocery store.  I ached to pat her on the arm and say, “It’s okay,” except that it wasn’t.  I WANTED TO BE INCLUDED.

I understand why I was not.

I’ve had to cut those wedding guests lists down before, and it’s painful.  And I know that my ex-husband and his new wife may be closer socially to their family than I am now.  Most of all, I understand that the estrangement between me and my daughter complicates something like this very nastily.

I got a nicely detailed report from friends who did attend.  It’s not the same as going, but it’s good.  My daughter was there, she was beautiful, and she has a new boyfriend who met with greater approval than the previous beau.  The bride was lovely, the service was sweet, and the party was fun.

Hopefully now the mother-of-the-bride and I can settle down and say “Hi,” without the nervous twitching.

Hopefully soon the achey little place in my heart with catch up with my sensible thoughts.

I already had another friend who grabbed both my hands tightly and said, “Listen to me.  This will not happen for our wedding this summer.  My son loves you both and you’re both invited.  Don’t you worry.”

I am sorry my friends are stressing about this.  I am stressing about this.  Nobody tells you when you finally say ENOUGH and rearrange your life that the weddings of your children’s friends will involve such troubles.

I think I shall go and grade some math papers.

Daily Prompt: Mr. Sandman

Published March 23, 2014 by mssprinkle

Yes, I have been thinking a lot about sleeping lately… but I LOVED this video! My daughter first introduced me to this singer, so having Pamplamoose pop up made my day, but I so thoroughly enjoyed the effort of the video, and the charming afterblurb, that I couldn’t resist passing it on. More about sleeping later…

Albuquerque Bus Terminal

Published March 8, 2014 by mssprinkle

Let me start by clarifying right up front that I am in no need of rescue. I always have the fifth graders start phone calls to their parents that way, “I am not sick, or hurt, or in very much trouble, but I need you to please help me remember to bring my library books tomorrow.”
I am sitting in the bus depot/train station in Albuquerque, New Mexico, on a Saturday afternoon, waiting to catch the Railrunner train to Santa Fe. We thought this would be fun. After catching a 6 AM flight, six hours later I am hanging out here watching the security guard deal with a sick, drunk guy. Watching a girl who looks about 20 deal with a half dozen fussy preschoolers who are all calling her Mama. Watching a couple of people move from group to group trying to resell candy bars for a dollar. Watching a person surreptitiously try to change clothes inside a coat. Watching the world go by.
My travels today will end at the #1 rated hotel in Santa Fe, where I have an appointment for a massage and a nice dinner to get my super-relaxing spring break vacation started. I am grateful that my path lead through this place. I think this has been a lovely, gentle reminder that I am blessed. Undeservedly blessed.
I attended Ash Wednesday services earlier this week and asked God to give me hope. Here I am.
Hearing the compassion in the security guard’s voice as he helps gather up the sick guy’s belongings. Watching the patience of the young mother doling out candy to her babies. Sharing some smiles with these people in my path. I hope the folks at the fancy place in Santa Fe are as nice as the people at the bus station.

The New Barbie: Meet the Doll with an Average Woman’s Proportions

Published March 6, 2014 by mssprinkle

I wish I had a whole bunch of little girls in my life to give this doll!

TIME

While we might admire Barbie’s career aspirations, the dolls famously unrealistic body proportions (which would force a real woman to walk on all fours… with half a liver) leave a lot to be desired. So artist Nickolay Lamm gained a lot of attention last summer when he showed the world what Barbie would look like if she had the CDC measurements of an average 19-year-old woman’s body.

“A lot of people asked where they could buy normal Barbie,” Lamm told TIME. “But no one could buy it because it didn’t exist.”

So rather than just waiting for some other toy company to bring a Barbie with realistic proportions to life, he decided to do it himself. Wednesday, Lamm launched his own Kickstarter of sorts to raise $95,000 to begin production on a doll that has a real woman’s proportions. The line is called Lammily and its tagline is:…

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