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Needy, Demanding, Craving Kim

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Ethiopian food! Creme brulee! Ping-pong!

Needy, Demanding, Craving Kim wanted this yesterday and it was done.  The icing was having Weez there.  She is the estrogen that is needed when I’m constantly surrounded by testosterone.

This part/side of me shows itself when I have been in my own little shell for too long and therefore need to poke my head out.

Ethiopian food – something wholesome to eat because I haven’t been able to have a real full dinner. DAMN BRACES!

Creme brulee – something sweet and creamy and brings me joy when I recall the first time I had creme brulee with w/Weez, Jake (and his OMG face), and Rissa.  As well as my second attempt for finding this dessert with Matt and Weez on the perky girls day.

Ping-pong – it’s about the competition and winning a game!

Now she’s telling me…no demanding ME to get a haircut, paint my fingernails, and play a video game.

She’s says, “You need to take some time for yourself and to be a girl!”

So it will be done.  I listen to this part of me and in doing so she has made me better.

How do I jump in?

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I’ve never jumped into a pile of leaves.  At least what I recall.  If I did, it probably didn’t end well hence why no memory.  As Mark and I were driving home, he told me that the leaves have been blown into a pile.  He urges me to jump into the pile.  I’m scared out of my mind.  Thoughts of “What if I get hurt?” or “What if I make a big mess and the poor guys have to blow the leaves again?” raced through mind.

“How do I jump in?,” I say.

He smiles and says something along the lines of “However you want.”

“Should I jump on my butt?”  I tippy toe back and forth on the curb, nervous and excited.  In the background, I think I heard “Ready?! Jump!”

I jump butt first.  It was the most exhilarating thing I’ve done.  I run back to him giggling and bouncing like crazy.

He then says, “Now try diving!”

“Head first?!?,” I say.  What if I hit my head?  What if there is a rock?

Mark smiles and says, “Like a swan dive.”

So I skipped back to the spot and looked for a spot to jump in.  Then I did the tippy toe back and forth. And then I jumped.  I lay for the moment feeling the dewy leaves.

“It’s wet! How did I do!? ” as I peek my head from the pile of leaves.  I get up brush myself off and ran back to Mark.

“That was sooo fun! ” te.he.he.he…

As we get in the house, Mark tells me he wishes he had a camera with him.  I asked him why and he says laughing, “When you jumped into the pile of leaves, the leaves were up here and you were down there and the leaves didn’t move.  All of the sudden, your head peeked up from the pile of leaves.”