Beauty Shop Eavesdrop

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flour

“Don’t you just hate that? You get used to using the same shampoo all the time then the company discontinues it?”

“Yeah - I know what you mean. You have to try something new…
Who wants to do that?”

FLOUR… You might say it used to freak me out.

I had just finished reading Conquer Your Fears Past the Twilight Zone, when I realized that I had soared past it! My flour phobia.   

I was no longer afraid of getting every speck of this refined white milled powder into the bowl. I was excited to share this revelation with my children, when I stumbled across them re-enacting my old flour tapping ways. They did not know I was eavesdropping outside the door.

“If there are any holes in the flour the cake won’t bake properly so you need to tap-tap-tap on top of the measuring cup…..”

“Don’t tap too hard. If you push down you will compact it. Just tap-tap-tap…..”

“…or there will be an indentation in the flour - tap-tap-tap…..”

“Oops! You tapped too hard. Now we have to start again…..”

Thankful for this twilighty book that made me a flour tapper no more, I rounded the corner still floating. I told my precious offspring how I couldn’t believe I used to sound like that. Then, as quick as a pin, I dropped back to earth. They busted my bubble with a great big, ”Used to sound???”

I Overcooked My Family…

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I Overcooked My Family…

I think there are two ways to depict family. One is what the audience wants to hear. The other is how it really is. If you ask me, I like the audience version, better.
Aaron Spelling

Okay… so I was a teensy over-controlling, a bit misguided, and completely oblivious at the time.

Marissa and Ken were reminiscing about a few of those things. “Remember the time mom grounded me then came into my room and asked if I was ready to talk and I said no? So she took away my stereo? Then my phone? Then my alarm clock? I never understood the alarm clock. I was like cool! Now I can oversleep for school!”

“How about the crash test scores, remember those?”

“How could I forget? I was only allowed to ride in certain vehicles. If a crash test score was less than ‘very good’, I wasn’t allowed to ride in that friend’s car. Of course my best friend’s car scored the worst.”

Ken nearly fell out of his chair imitating how I used to look everything up on the internet… “I looked it up”, cackle, cackle, “and Marissa is not riding in that car!”

“Okay! Okay!” I join their cackles, “I get the picture! I overcooked you but I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“Gee mom, ya think?”

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