Here I was on a Sunday night trying to figure out something for Monday’s blog.
I just had listened to Lady Gaga’s new song “Edge of Glory” and was dancing around to it when my young baby boy, Ryan size 2T (in case you were wondering) came and asked me for iced tea. Yes my children love iced tea with a pinch of lemon. At the MarinaSleeps residence, we raise excellence. Pinkies up Playas!!
Any who, as I was getting my baby boy what his little heart desired I noticed his little dimples. They are sooo cute. And yes like any good mother my heart melted and my mind went immediately to making a brain note to thank my mother because those dimples came from her solely and not from me or Gus. Damnit!
Then for some reason that little moment shot me all the way back to middle school.
In middle school, I was sooo damn awkward. I was a town boy in elementary so bad that it was a huge culture shock when I came back from summer vacation to see all the girls I knew of were now dressing like little tramps. Ok to be fair they weren’t tramps. They were just a far cry from me. I was an alien.