A couple of nights ago Dave came downstairs with a bunch of red licorice in his hand. “Want some?” he asked.
“Um, yeah,” I said. Like, duh. He knows red licorice is my favorite. He tossed me a few whips. They were smooth and almost wet-feeling. Ew. Frickin’ Nibs.
I sighed and tossed them back to him. “Here. You can eat these.” He gave me a funny look. “Why? You don’t want them?” “No, they’re Nibs. Nibs are disgusting.”
He rolled his eyes. “It’s licorice. It’s all the same. There’s no difference.”
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I go into my closet sometimes and pull my jewelry box down from where it’s hidden on the shelf, underneath winter sweaters and clothes from my thinner days that I can’t bear to part with.
I sit down on my bed with the box in my lap and when I close my eyes I hear my mother’s voice telling me about the day she saw it through a storefront window, how beautiful she thought it was and how grown-up it made her feel, her first real jewelry box. I remember when she gave it to me, at a pivotal point in my teenage years.
I look at the images she chose to decoupage the leather with before passing it on, images that are, without a shadow of a doubt, decidedly ‘me’.
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This month’s Self Portrait Challenge theme has been ‘Introduce Yourself’. I was thinking last night about what I could do for today’s picture and suddenly remembered my tattoos.
Not that I forget about them, but since all but one are on my back I don’t see them that often, so they’re not at the forefront of my mind, ya know?
(Apologies in advance for the poor photos and quality…these are scanned pics…)
The first tattoo I got was the sun on my right shoulder blade;
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Ever get in those moods where everything just annoys the shit out of you? And no matter how hard you try to not get annoyed, you just end up getting more annoyed than you ever thought possible, so by mid-day you feel like your head is going to explode?
Hi. That’s me.
Everything – and I mean everything – is annoying me today. The cornbread crumbs I’ve been stepping on all morning, the gigantic turd that wormed its way out the side of Oliver’s diaper and down his leg, the asshole in the truck behind me who repeatedly honked.
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Sometimes I feel like I’m going a bit crazy.It’s like I have three kids sometimes
A few nights ago Dave and I were getting Julia ready for bed – I brushed her teeth and hair and once she’d put her jammies on, we tiptoed into her room (so we didn’t wake her sleeping brother).
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Living with my mom meant living with clutter. She couldn’t bear to part with anything even remotely sentimental and she was an incurable collector: china, antiques, pill boxes, books, sheet music…anything. It wasn’t so bad when I was a kid, but as I got older and her health started to decline the clutter really started to build up; she couldn’t clean and organize the way she once could. Every once and a while I’d go on a huge cleaning spree and throw out a bunch of crap only to have her get pissed off because I threw out a scrap of paper from the seventies.
Continue reading A Strawberry Shortcake party and an epiphany
Today is Julia’s third birthday and despite the fact that her brother is cutting multiple teeth at once and has been running a high fever since last night, is rejecting any long-term sleeping and eating efforts and has spent every waking moment wailing, we’ve managed to have a pretty good day so far. So what if I’m ready to crack a Corona at 1pm? My little girl’s having a good birthday and that’s all that matters. Right?
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