7 Quick Takes about Deserted Islands, Being Amused by 5-Year-Olds, and All the Pants

It's 7 Quick Takes Friday! How was your week? 

—1—

The 14-year-old has been claiming that she's not hungry at mealtimes, but I've been paying attention and it's only until something with a higher sugar content appears that she magically feels like eating.

"You, my dear, are addicted to sugar," I told her, watching her turn up her nose at another healthy dinner to help herself to a glass of milk and a bakery muffin. "I think we need to send you off to live on a deserted island until you get over it."

Her 17-year-old brother looked up and said, "She's like, 'Mmm... desserts...'"

That's probably exactly what she was thinking, too.

—2—

My mom and I picked up some jigsaw puzzles from the take-one-leave-one table at the public library to do while she visits. They were unexpectedly hard. 

Spurred by this puzzle of The Mandalorian, the conversation turned to Pedro Pascal and how weird it was to see him in another role in a different movie or show.

"Pedro Pascal? Who's that?" One of my kids asked.

"He's a famous actor," I said.

"Are you a famous actor?" my daughter asked, being goofy.

"Yes, I act like I enjoy making lunch and dinner every day."

She raised an eyebrow at me. "It's not very believable."

—3—

I got a new calling at church after having been released as Young Women president. I'm now the secretary in the Primary presidency, the children's organization! I loooooove working with those little kids ages 3 to 11, and it's been a really long time since I had a Primary calling.

On my first Sunday, I subbed for the 5-year-olds' class and it was everything I wanted it to be. We played a matching game, I got at least three completely irrelevant and off-the-wall stories in answer to a simple question, and when I was helping a child learn the words of a song and whispered "This is my sacred duty" he laughed and told me "You said 'doody'."

Absolute perfection. This Sunday is the Primary program, and I simply cannot wait.

—4—

My 14-year-old is super excited to get her first job. She applied at a grocery store and is going to start in a few weeks! She's beyond thrilled to serve the public with a smile make her own spending money so she can order something other than a free tapwater when she hangs out at Dunkin' Donuts with her friends.

We had to go find her social security card and she was confused at why it was printed on such flimsy paper, which reminded me of this comedy bit I saw on a Facebook reel:

I pulled up the reel to write this blog post and then got distracted by other chores, so it just played on loop for two hours until I came back. I'm sure the algorithm thinks I LOVE this comedian now. My feed will be nothing but this guy tomorrow.

—5—

It's getting seriously hard to find human-sized pants that will fit my 17-year-old. He's as tall as his dad and even slimmer, and we have a hard enough time buying pants for his dad already. 

We tried ordering a few things online with mixed success, so I asked him if he wanted to go shopping in some brick-and-mortar stores, like a boomer. He was doubtful they'd carry his size but went anyway.

Why do department stores have a "Big and Tall" section? I feel like I see way more guys that are either big OR tall, but not as many who are both. I'm convinced that "Big and Tall" is just a euphemism, anyway, because we saw a pair of 54x30s in there which is big with no tall at all.

However, I need to give a massive shout-out to JCPenney. They had multiple pairs of 30x34 pants in stock and I have never even seen one in the store, letalone several!  

—6—

Speaking of pants, my 14-year-old has been asking for a pair of running leggings. It's getting too cold for shorts and sweatpants bother her. 

Full disclosure on leggings: I hate them. Exercise ones are the worst, too. Do we really need to run looking like we just stripped naked and painted our legs a different color? And they are so thin, they leave literally nothing to the imagination. I don't even want to know how/if people are wearing underwear under those things, you can see every dimple from outer space so I don't even want to know.

Anyway, I told my daughter she could order the running leggings she wanted at Target and I'd pick them up, but if they were too skin tight we'd have to return them. 

What do you think? Too tight?

It turns out she accidentally ordered a child's size 4/5, so back to the store they go.

—7—

We're still working on getting the right color stain to finish the sliding door we had replaced in July (see the above picture for the unfinished door.) 

We've accepted our home for what it is, and what it is is a product of the 1990s honey oak craze. So we're going to stain the trim around the doors to match the rest of the honey oak in the house but that's proving a little tricky. We just can't find the right color match.

I'm going back to the store tomorrow for Try #3, and if that's not right I'm just going to mix a few of the closest ones together and call it a day. 

Because nobody has time to get it perfect, especially when perfect means neon orange.

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