I am my father

So listen. I was sitting in the passenger's seat of our van and decided to take a quick look in the mirror. I had to double take. I thought I saw my dad, and of course... it was just me! I do look like my dad. And for all the tears I've cried when I was little, insisting that I did not look like him, all a waste.

I still miss my dad. I wonder what he'd be doing if he were still alive. He's one of the smartest men I know. And he knows how to spoil a kid. I sure fell into that category [a spoiled kid] growing up. I love you, daddy!

I want to write more about sitting in the car though. I recently bought the Bare Minerals make-up kit in Ulta. I don't normally put make-up on, especially since there's always no time to do it anyway. I'm always in a hurry to leave the house. But since I've bought the kit, and when I don't drive, I apply it while we're headed to either the soccer game or to a party. I like Bare Minerals. It's nice and easy to apply, and it does brighten up my aura (I'd like to think!).

So while in the car, I would do that. Or pluck stray eyebrows. Or else just sing along to whatever's playing. And there usually is [something playing] coz my boys are such music lovers. I like the quiet sometimes but I like music the rest of the times. Does that make sense?