Longing for a time that was never mine....

Many people reflect on a childhood they loved (or hated) with fondness (or despair), we encounter things in our adult lives that can immediately reduce us to being five years old again. The smell of a crayola crayon can put you right back in first grade, or the sound of the ice cream truck jingle can jolt you into that one summer day with skinned knees and a kiddy pool!
I often find myself longing for a childhood that was never mine!
Don't misunderstand (even though I'm leading you to misunderstand!) I had a pretty great childhood, and I do not wish myself older than I am today. I have a wonderful, average life that I adore! However I can't help but think I would have lived a pretty awesome life in 1968 as well! (at least I like to pretend so)
I would have been the odd girl who didn't go giddy for Beetle mania, but would have "rocked out" to Pink Floyd and The Grateful Dead. The poet who sat in the grass under a tree.
I would have walked to the movie house to watch Rosemary's Baby (not interested at all in who was coming to dinner!) I know I would have been in the front lines of the anti-war protests dressed in cut off jean shorts and a "sailor shirt" the groovy polka dots and bell bottoms would not have been for me!
I would have been a daydreamer then like I am today. But maybe I would have had more hope than fear for the future of the world. I would have less worry about what was in the food I ate and the soda I drank. Or maybe not...
I am where and who I am for a reason and I know my Creator had the perfect plan set in place for me, and I treasure all that I have and all that I am....but I AM a daydreamer and this is one of them...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vc2jDz6w-r4

I'm not FAT it's the pants' fault!!

My female observation from inside my own mind at the words that were coming out of my mouth in regards to new pants....

I purchased for myself some much needed post pregnancy blue jeans, but I ordered them online (being post pregnancy I don't have time to shop at the mall or anywhere that expects me to not show up in sweats and a baseball hat) so I did my shopping on this nice lil website that offers FREE overnight shipping and has thousands of styles and brands of clothing and accessories!! (I know right!)
Anyway, my jeans arrived today and as I made great effort (sausage meat squeezed into it's casing) to get them on, I confessed to myself they didn't fit!
I called my husband at work (yes I interrupted his day hard at work to provide stay at home mommy dome for me) to tell him my order arrived "But the jeans didn't fit."
"They're too small." Was my husbands reply.
Does every woman do this? If the pants were too big I know I would have exclaimed with joy and probably even set my voice in an higher octave to say "They're too big!" But because the jeans were too small, because they wouldn't conform to my body and allow my will to squeeze into them take over, they weren't too small they simply...didn't fit!!