my dad plays the trumpet. he has for almost his whole life. it's a really cool thing. when i was really little like maybe 3 or 4 and he would be practicing i would sit on the bed and watch him and shout out my requests which were usually twinkle twinkle or row row row your boat. anyways, when he would practice he would give me a mouth piece so i could play with him. i had no idea how to use it so i usually just stuck it in my mouth and used it as a chew toy. my dad is dedicated to a lot of things, his family, his business, his beer, and his trumpet playing. he practices all the time. well today on beautiful easter sunday i went to church and watched my dad play. he plays a lot of church services and weddings. today i just loved watching him.
tomorrow i'm going swimsuit shopping. not really looking forward to it. i don't know who designed fitting rooms and the lighting in them, but that person was cruel.
i finished a book tonight. i like when i finish books, especially good books and i feel like my life is now a little better because i read that book. that's how i feel now.
"I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. and i don't want to get to the end, or to tomorrow even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. i want to eat cold tangerines and sing loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. i want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books that make me jump up and down and i want my everyday to make God belly laugh, glad the he gave life to someone who loves the gift."
