I’m down two glasses of wine. Everything is ready for the oven, the turkey is actually done, and at my sister’s behest, I have called my grandmother. I am cooking for the kids, the ex, and the housemate. When I say that, I get this weird eyebrow response. Yes, I’m awesome. I’m not only making a turkey, against my moral fiber, but I’m making it for people, with the exception of one or two, who could really care less. Why? Fuck if I know. That’s why I poured my first...
There are days when everything goes just as planned. We wake up, we eat, we go to school or work (or Starbucks), we come home, do homework, play, eat, bathe, clean and go to bed (or work more) and everything is wonderful. In all honesty, those days are pretty rare, since there is always some fire to put out, some strange event that messes up the routine. Lately, its been my arch enemy… the headache. I have a this weird headache issue that comes from a nerve/disc thing in my neck. Its aggravated...
I have really begun to enjoy the time I volunteer at the Elementary Kids’ school, especially since 75% of my kids are there and its literally a 3 minute walk from my house. That may be a Stepford perk, come to think of it, one of maybe three. The others may revolve around the drama I get to make up while spying on my neighbors. I don’t do that. Much. Today, I was merely an audience member, and book fair chaperone, hopping between two first grade classes full of the most fantastic beings...
Today you turn six, and that makes me extremely sad, and proud, and scared, and maybe just a bit awesome. Awesome, because you were nice enough to share your lives with me, and really, that’s pretty damn special. You were the daughters I saw in my mind when I was a little girl, just like you. Inexplicably connected to your Nana, in a strange (and, perhaps, devious) twist of fate, the incredible love and light you give the world has only just begun, and I’m so happy to be such a small...
I’m not a people person, which is odd, since I do a whole lot of “people stuff,” with work. However, I do most of that online where people are reduced to letters on a screen and I can exercise my control freak fantasies at will. Heh. But, a long time ago, I decided that in order to be successful in this world of online stuff, I would (ironically, in that Hipster way) have to go offline and meet people. And, I did, and I got a couple of business clients, and, then I stopped. I sat...
