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School shopping

Yes, it is a little late to talk about this, I know. But it was memorable, so I’ll have to mention it at least once in my dairy. And, before I forget to.

Well, this year Mom decided that Brother and I were old enough to do our own school shopping. She gave us the budget and the list and we were off. She stayed in the same shop, just in case we needed help, but we were on our own. I worked down my list, ticking off each thing as I put it in the trolley. But there was a tough choice. I need an agenda and there are all these beautiful ones for this big price. These really simple normal ones are kind of reasonably priced, but they just don’t call out to me. This one is saying “Pick me! Pick me!” What can I do?

I’ve been eyeing these backpacks for hours (well, minutes that seem like hours) and they’re also calling out to me. I would really really like a new backpack. You see, all the other kids have the latest Eastpac brand backpack that cost a fortune. They say it’s the best. Supposedly they last forever. But my brother got one two years ago and his is already trashed. Not sure what to think from that. Not that my brother is the most careful with his stuff or anything like that.

But I think I’ll go for the agenda. I can get by with my backpack from last year or with another cheaper one, but this agenda is so creative and beautiful. I can use it to doodle and draw when class gets a bit monotonous. Backpacks only have one purpose, but an empty book can be used for so many more things.

Okay, I’ve made my choice and thanks to the budget and the list, I think I’m all set for school now. Thanks to Dad and Mom too, for letting me handle this shopping spree. Now I can include another FIRST to my journal. I might have made a few wrong choices, but I think overall I did okay. And I’ll know for next year what worked and what didn’t.

I’m actually even kind of proud of myself for doing it. I’m glad when I get a little more responsibility. It feels good to do things on my own for a change. I know I can do it with Jesus’ help, even when I feel a little low on confidence.

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Vacation adventures (or not)

I’ve had 4 friends sleep over at my place this vacation. And here I thought that I didn’t do anything for vacations! But it’s kind of different, I was trying to explain to Mom. You see, I wanted to go somewhere new and far and explore new adventures, maybe visit a new city or a new country. All my friends go far for vacations. This time of year is skiing season. We only do sledding. Mom said that having friends over was kind of its own adventure. I guess that’s another way to look at it.

Well, we did do some stuff that we don’t get to do every day maybe. We made a tent in my room, we made things from dough, we had water play, we played soccer with my brother, we drew and colored, we filmed a music video or two with my doodads of messes that we didn’t have to clean. Mom was okay to clean up after us whenever we did some of the cooking for her. So I was glad for that.

Though, because we didn’t care about how much mess we made, she was not so happy. She said it took her longer to clean up after us than it was for her to cook. Well, what else did we do? Oh yes, we recorded a song and a drama, we ate good food, we did more baking and cooking, so therefore had to do a bit of the cleaning this time.

Oh well, cleaning is really not my thing. It’s probably the one thing that bothers me about home. When I go to my friend’s house, I don’t have to clean or pick up anything. But at my house, my mom’s always behind me making sure I put away my dishes, pick up my clothes, put my shoes on the shelf. I get tired of that sometimes. It even makes me angry. Can’t my mom leave me alone for once? Can’t I get a real vacation for a change? Vacations from having to do any kind of cleaning at all?

The other family night we played a question game. One question said: “If you could have one wish, what would it be?” Well, I definitely knew mine. It would be to have a magic wand that I could zap my room with and it would be clean and tidy. Or touch my dish and it would automatically put itself in the dishwasher, then the dishwasher could tell on its own when it was full and turn itself on. And my bed… it would make itself as soon as I got out of it. Now wouldn’t be that something!

But… God doesn’t zap me with a wand to make me do something. He gently invites me to do the right thing. Then it’s up to me to decide. I guess I do kind of like that free choice better.

And, what would be your one top wish?

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The candied apple

It’s just one week till Christmas and well… we haven’t done much Christmassy things yet. “We’re going to the Christmas market this evening!” Dad announced. But Mom was cold, Brother had no intention of going out anywhere and me… well, I wasn’t so sure about going to a place we’d never gone before, one hour away from home, in the cold and pitch darkness that suddenly came upon us at only 4:30pm. But… I was up for a challenge. If we never try anything, we’ll never know if we like it or not, right? I think Dad sometimes has a hard time getting the family out the door and it must be like trying to pull a tractor out of a swimming pool. (Don’t ask me where I get my imagination!) Anyway, after some reluctance, we were off. At the same time we had to pick up our Uncle from the bus station not far from where we would go, which explains going an hour away. Although the nice Christmas markets were about that far anyway.

Dad dropped Mom and I off while he found a place to park. We entered this ambiance of music, lights, drinks, snacks and every imaginable Christmas decoration you could find. And it was beautiful! A little cold, yes, so Mom and I would occasionally walk into a store to get warmed up and check out some other cool stuff like clothes and shoes and… well, I just picked out clothes and shoes stores, hee. Mom picked out one shop, with just soaps, any and all rare shapes and smells and colors of soaps.

Dad and Mom said we could pick out a snack, any snack we’d want. There were traditional Christmas German treats or sausage meals, chocolates, spiced breads, all kinds of yummy looking things. But I already knew exactly what I wanted – a candied apple, just how I remembered it from when I was younger.

Checking out each and every Christmas stall… and… I finally saw it! There it was, waiting for me, just wanting me to pick it up and devour it in great pleasure. But wait! Do I really want that? I hesitated for a moment and then for two and then three minutes passed by and I still hesitated as I felt overwhelmed with all the other delicious looking goodies. Mom suggested we take a look around and see everything there is before we make our final decision on what we’d like. I agreed with Mom on that one. You see, she has a real hard time making decisions and sometimes I do too, so I know where I get it from. Thanks Mom (or not!) Well, these steaming potatoes and mushrooms look really good. But wait, there are some nuts rolled in dark chocolate that look even tastier. Or better yet, a crepe filled with icing sugar… Ah no! What am I going to do? I can’t decide now, after seeing all those options.

Dad stops at one stall and chooses the first thing he sees. Okay, I’ll give it a try. And how would you have guessed, that right smack by those candied apples appeared this deliciously chocolate-coated banana and strawberry stick. And that’s what I chose! And it was just perfect, even better than the way I remembered that candied apple. It’s wise to wait! But it’s also wise to make a good choice, hee! Thanks Dad and Mom for that awesome Christmas outing! Just a little taste of what Christmas will really be like.

I realized too, that sometimes what we have in mind isn’t always the very best for us. Being so stuck on one thing might cause us to miss something very special, like the Christmas outing and that amazing chocolate coated dessert. Do I make you feel hungry yet?

What is YOUR favorite Christmas treat? 

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Shoes, shoes, more shoes!

When I was 6 years old, Mom asked me to count up my shoes. We had planned to move house and needed to know how big a truck we needed for the move. And so I got going collection my shoes from around my room, around the house, under the couches, in Mom and Dad’s room, in my brother’s room, on the shoe shelf and anywhere else they could have escaped to. 10, 11, 12….15, 20, 21. 21 pairs of shoes!!! Of course that included my slippers, snow boots, rain boots, mountain boots and all that sort of thing. That’s when I realized that one of my pairs of shoes takes up exactly half the size of one of Dad’s. That probably means I can pass with double the amount of his, right? Or I could just tell my Mom I’ve got 10 pairs of shoes instead, counting by size.

Today I have a few less, not because I don’t like them anymore, but just because I’ve outgrown all those 21 pairs plus probably 21 or more so, since that time. I could find little pretty shoes just about at any car boot sale. But trying to find my size now, in the style or color and shape that I want is a whole lot more difficult. At three years old I was happy with whatever was pink. Then at 6, I liked anything black and shiny and that had a little heal. Now… now…. Wake up Dina!!! I like just any shoes that fit me and that I like! Do you get it?

Well, I’m actually a little more picky because I won’t go for just any pink shoes anymore. I want comfortable shoes, and shoes that will match the clothes I wear, shoes that will match and fit the occasion. One of my very favorite things to do with Mom is to go to the shop and check out the rows of shoes. They’re usually the same shoes that we check out every time but somehow I see them differently each time I go. I don’t think I ever have my eyes on the same shoes as the time before. Well, maybe they do change the aisles a bit, especially depending on the season, but the most of the time just don’t have the ones I want in the size I need them to be. Too bad!

Though, in a why it might be a good thing, cause otherwise I’d end up using all my pocket-money for shoes. This lets me be a little more choosy and a whole lot more patient.