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A 4-year Old’s Marriage Proposal

I don’t really remember much of it, but the story still surfaces on occasion.  I was four years old and in preschool.  Being almost five, I knew what I liked and at the time I liked Jack (Names have been changed for rather obvious reasons).

I honestly couldn’t tell you why Jack was the one for me, but I was convinced that he was the one.  The group of us that were in that preschool together were friends (even if we may have grown apart) all the way from preschool through high school and thanks to Facebook, most of us are reconnected there.  Funny how growing up in a small town creates such strong ties to people who shared the same experiences.  At any rate…

One day, I mustered up the courage, while standing in line for bathroom breaks, to ask Jack to marry me.  It took a lot of courage for me to ask him but I was certain he would say yes.  How could he not say yes?

I don’t remember his exact response but I remember telling his mother (our teacher) that Jack wouldn’t marry me.  She assured me that someday he might change his mind.  Then from the other room, you could hear a little voice shout “Oh no I won’t!”

After I got over the shock of being rejected which probably took all of five seconds at that young age , I managed to live a very fulfilling life and so did he.

Crushes are funny like that.  Whether you work up the courage to tell them or just let them simmer until you move on, there’s always some part that sticks in your memory and makes you smile at the innocence of it all.  I would be lying though, if I said I was looking forward to the Daughter’s first crush.  I have a feeling it will be a roller coaster!

This post is part of the February 2013 NaBloPoMo series.  This month’s theme is Love and Sex.  Today’s prompt was “Tell us about your first crush.”  Do you remember yours?


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My Personal Black Hole

Black Holes are fascinating to me. Basically, they are created by a star that collapses on itself and creates a gravitational force that prevents anything, even light, from escaping its pull. There have been a few Black Holes discovered in other galaxies and whenever they talk about them, I find myself so interested and wished I had been better at physics because it really is a cool subject and when combined with this astronomic phenomenon, I geek out.

image from: http://maxim.gsfc.nasa.gov/docs/science/science.html

A supermassive black hole at the center of a galaxy (not ours)…
image from: http://maxim.gsfc.nasa.gov/docs/science/science.html

When I think about all that energy trapped and all the things that will become trapped as the black hole expands, I can’t help but think about how my own energy gets sucked into the black hole of housework. Our house is clean but it definitely could be cleaner. Every morning when I wake up, I just look around at whatever room Hurricane Daughter has blown through, I sigh. There is no catching up on housework when there is an almost 4 year old in the picture. There is no “I’ll just quickly clean this room” because there is a “helper.” Even though she has the best intentions, the Daughter’s help often results in more cleaning.


I am starting to try to use her “help” to get better results but I still look at the things like, cleaning the hardwood floors, washing the walls, cleaning the toilets (my least favorite thing of all to do thanks to the couple of years as a hotel housekeeper), and sigh because after playing with the Daughter, getting the work that pays the bills done, and then spending time with the family, there just doesn’t seem to be enough energy to do those nasty chores.

After all…the house can wait. The Daughter will be turning four in a few weeks. She won’t be like this forever. I am going to save my energy for playing, laughing, and making memories. Because someday, when I’m gone (yes a kind of morbid thought but it’s the truth), she won’t remember how clean the floor was or how organized the closet was. She’ll remember that we laughed; that we made funny faces at each other; that we read together; that we danced in the living room together; that we spent time together.


This blog post is part of NaBloPoMo January 2013. The theme this month is “Energy” and today’s prompt was “Which daily tasks take up the most of your energy?” Check out other great blogs that are participating and feel free to join the fun!


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