Human Hieroglyphix - Dex & Leila Read Online Free Page A
Author: J. A. Hornbuckle
didn't take long for that spiral notebook to become filled.
So I knew I had to weed through it, refine it into some semblance of order. I admit it, I think I have a little OCD. A place for everything and everything in its place, right?
So I opened up an Excel spread sheet on my laptop and copied my notes separating and grouping my findings into different categories, etc. This made it easier for me to see, at a glance, what I wanted, thought or desired whether it was a hairstyle or a pair of shoes; cologne or lipstick.
I even had a section on eyebrows after comparing my own with an article in 'Now, Woman' entitled, "Taming the Beasts".
I was kind of stunned that mine were so much different than what they showed in the magazine.
Forget the magazine, that my eyebrows were so much different than my students!
In fact, the only ones like mine that I could find were on Emily. And I've got to admit, they were not attractive either one of us.
But I had a much clearer idea of what I wanted to do, what changes I wanted to see in myself after my spreadsheet was done. I had even sorted it into a prioritized list.
I just needed to find the time to make it happen.
Since Spring Break was the following week, I thought that it would be the perfect time to put my plan into action.
I had already called my mom and begged off from going back to Ohio and it was not a pleasant conversation.
"But, sweetie, I don't understand why you can't come."
I had given my mom a song and dance about having too much work to do, which wasn't a complete lie since I knew she would assume that it was work that I needed to do for my classes.
"But can't you do your work while you’re here? Aunt Enid and I were so looking forward to seeing you." Which I was surprised that my mom actually said because my Aunt Enid, Mom's sister, couldn't stand me and made it abundantly clear that, since I was unmarried, I was worse than useless.
I even heard her introduce me to some other lady at Midnight Mass last Christmas as a divorcee in such a tone that I knew was not a nice thing to say.
I remember making a mental note that a widow trumped a spinster. And a spinster trumped a divorcee.
Good to know.
"Well, it's going to be a disappointing Easter without you." I heard my mom say and wondered what that meant. Preparing a massive menu and then eating until you couldn't walk could be done even if I wasn't coming. But I wasn't going to question it if she was finally going to let me stay in Colorado.
Listen to me, I thought after hanging up. I'm thirty-one years old and still worried that my mother won't give me her permission to not go to Ohio for Easter. Actually, that's another thing to add to my Chrysalis List I thought moving to my laptop and opening my Excel spreadsheet.
I noticed that the 'Inside Me' page was almost as full as the 'Outer Me' page.
Although, talking with Mom was a cake walk compared to telling Emily of my plans for Spring Break over scorching hot plates of Enrique's Mexican Food. I had given in to her choice of restaurants in the hopes that she would be less likely to pitch a fit about my change in plans.
"Calling Bullshit," she said around a mouthful of her chicken enchilada.
Told you.
Emily has a gift when it comes to sniffing out other people's lies.
"Not bullshit," I affirmed around my own mouthful of tostada salad, beef, not chicken. "I have a lot of work I need to get done and the week off gives me plenty of time to do it."
Hope it hasn't escaped your notice that I used the same excuse with Em as I did with my mom.
I snagged the straw of my margarita and took a healthy slurp before pushing my glasses back up on my nose.
I was still sticking to my changes in diet as evidenced by a beef tostada and a margarita instead of the chicken and white wine, choices that hadn't escaped Em's notice but that she didn't comment on this time.
"So what exactly are you going to be doing, or should
So I knew I had to weed through it, refine it into some semblance of order. I admit it, I think I have a little OCD. A place for everything and everything in its place, right?
So I opened up an Excel spread sheet on my laptop and copied my notes separating and grouping my findings into different categories, etc. This made it easier for me to see, at a glance, what I wanted, thought or desired whether it was a hairstyle or a pair of shoes; cologne or lipstick.
I even had a section on eyebrows after comparing my own with an article in 'Now, Woman' entitled, "Taming the Beasts".
I was kind of stunned that mine were so much different than what they showed in the magazine.
Forget the magazine, that my eyebrows were so much different than my students!
In fact, the only ones like mine that I could find were on Emily. And I've got to admit, they were not attractive either one of us.
But I had a much clearer idea of what I wanted to do, what changes I wanted to see in myself after my spreadsheet was done. I had even sorted it into a prioritized list.
I just needed to find the time to make it happen.
Since Spring Break was the following week, I thought that it would be the perfect time to put my plan into action.
I had already called my mom and begged off from going back to Ohio and it was not a pleasant conversation.
"But, sweetie, I don't understand why you can't come."
I had given my mom a song and dance about having too much work to do, which wasn't a complete lie since I knew she would assume that it was work that I needed to do for my classes.
"But can't you do your work while you’re here? Aunt Enid and I were so looking forward to seeing you." Which I was surprised that my mom actually said because my Aunt Enid, Mom's sister, couldn't stand me and made it abundantly clear that, since I was unmarried, I was worse than useless.
I even heard her introduce me to some other lady at Midnight Mass last Christmas as a divorcee in such a tone that I knew was not a nice thing to say.
I remember making a mental note that a widow trumped a spinster. And a spinster trumped a divorcee.
Good to know.
"Well, it's going to be a disappointing Easter without you." I heard my mom say and wondered what that meant. Preparing a massive menu and then eating until you couldn't walk could be done even if I wasn't coming. But I wasn't going to question it if she was finally going to let me stay in Colorado.
Listen to me, I thought after hanging up. I'm thirty-one years old and still worried that my mother won't give me her permission to not go to Ohio for Easter. Actually, that's another thing to add to my Chrysalis List I thought moving to my laptop and opening my Excel spreadsheet.
I noticed that the 'Inside Me' page was almost as full as the 'Outer Me' page.
Although, talking with Mom was a cake walk compared to telling Emily of my plans for Spring Break over scorching hot plates of Enrique's Mexican Food. I had given in to her choice of restaurants in the hopes that she would be less likely to pitch a fit about my change in plans.
"Calling Bullshit," she said around a mouthful of her chicken enchilada.
Told you.
Emily has a gift when it comes to sniffing out other people's lies.
"Not bullshit," I affirmed around my own mouthful of tostada salad, beef, not chicken. "I have a lot of work I need to get done and the week off gives me plenty of time to do it."
Hope it hasn't escaped your notice that I used the same excuse with Em as I did with my mom.
I snagged the straw of my margarita and took a healthy slurp before pushing my glasses back up on my nose.
I was still sticking to my changes in diet as evidenced by a beef tostada and a margarita instead of the chicken and white wine, choices that hadn't escaped Em's notice but that she didn't comment on this time.
"So what exactly are you going to be doing, or should
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