Feeling Special

Well, I feel like that a lot, like when I had to explain to people that I was simply walking across the street when I tore my calf muscle or threw out my back hula hooping.

This past weekend while out with mom and dad, mom mentions that QVC’s Special Value for the day was Philosophy’s Amazing Grace collection. I had mentioned on FB and to my mom just a few weeks ago how I was running out of my shower gel and perfume and come on mom, don’t you want to get it for me?! As any good mom would say, well maybe later.

Of course, I now handle that answer much better than I did as I child. I believe full on fits and thoughts of my life were over were played out. In fact, mom made a comment years ago after I got on the pill that had she known that my ‘tude would improve on them she would have taken me as a teen. But then again I was probably acting out more because of the pain I was in during that oh, so very special time of the month than anything else.

Now where was I? Oh yes, my love of Philosophy, which only started last year when I moved. Some wonderful coworkers gave me a gift basket with all kinds of goodies in it and the shower gel was included. I love the soft smell of it. And for some reason I always feel extra girly when I use it or the perfume. I am weird.

So while dad was sitting somewhere in the mall, I took her into Sephora to once again show her all the wonders of Philosophy. We were barely in the door when she looked at me and told me we couldn’t stay long. Smells give her a headache and I am thankful I didn’t inherit that from her! We walked to the back corner and perused everything. Only this time instead of just saying, umm okay, she asked about the other collections, the sizes and comparing them to Today’s Special Value.

We left empty handed but I figured that she would be marking this down as a Christmas gift. Woman does her shopping early and I believe that is why I always end up with such an embarrassingly, way over the top haul each year. (Note, I really appreciate it and you don’t have to really cut down. . . LOL)

Once back at the apartment I figured if she did order it, it would be for Christmas. I did get a bit excited as I headed out after work yesterday, kind of hoping there would be something on my doorstep but no go. But today I was catching up with my parents before I left work and mom said to call her when I got home. Umm, do you need something? Because you know, I like to deal with the cat, eat and crash on the couch to decompress a bit. . . mom made fun of me when I told her that. And then she gave her trademark “Whatever” which was passed down to her from Granny.

So I again thought, “Could it be? A package waiting for me!” And YES! A box from QVC and on the outside of it said PHILOSOPHY. Oh my! Snoopy Dance! I barely got in the door, tripping over the cat and trying not to squeal while opening the box.

This is what I got. . .

Amazing Grace! Oh me, oh my! Shower gel, lotion AND perfume! What's a girl to do?

Yep, besides being spoiled rotten by my parents, my mom sometimes surprises me with things I mention that I love. Or in moments when I can’t even rub two nickels together will pick up the tab at EarthFare. One of these days I am going to manage my money a whole lot better and make more money so I can spoil both of them. I may even drag my mother to a spa so she understands my love of a good pedi.

So even when I feel like poo or am waiting to figure out my next step, mom surprises me with the small things in life. And to think all those angst ridden teen years I thought she (and dad) were out to make my life miserable. Aww yes, a time I do not wish to ever go back to, ever, ever again.

Now I shall go rub more lotion on and smell my arm. I told you I was weird.


What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

2 thoughts on “Feeling Special

    1. It’s in our DNA! Mom keeps saying how weird dad is acting and I busted her bubble when I said I do the same things. Yeah, it’s in our DNA.

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