In some ways, it seems like just yesterday and in others it seems like I’ve never known life without Michael. He’s my soul mate and my best friend. Today marks 15 years of being married to him. Best decision I ever made. Go read his post and see lots of fun pictures of us through the years.
Dear Concerned Neighbor,
I’m sure you’re wondering why you are receiving this note. Frankly, I am appalled and disappointed in you. You are setting a terrible precedent for the children in the community.
Your writing, in fact, is a stunning example of abuse to the English language. What did the poor semi-colon ever do to you? You should not be distributing such material to impressionable children this Halloween season.
My hope is that you will step up as a neighbor, pull the broom out of your ass, and fly away on it. You certainly should not be allowed to continue this uneducated publishing habit.
PS. If you don’t want to hand out candy, turn off your porch light like an adult and mind your own damn business. Maybe you are familiar with the phrase, “opinions are like assholes”?
For full disclosure, my kid is not anyone’s idea of ‘moderately obese’. He’s a skinny kid just like I always was. And yet, this still irks me.
The saving grace is that these kids have the chance to grow up to be beautiful human beings. She will have to live with her own ugliness that is inside.
Jen is sick. Something flu-ish. Can’t be the flu, I got a shot over two weeks ago. That’s supposed to be the magical talisman, right?
Insert something whiny that I don’t actually have the energy to write here.
Anyway, if you follow me on the book of face, you know there is a tiny truck* in our household now. And I love it very much. I might just have to drag my whiny butt outside so I can take yet another truck picture.
It was Grandpa’s truck. He loved it too. Having it here makes us feel closer to him even though he is gone. I think I’m going to put his picture in the cab somewhere. Please go read Michael’s open letter to Grandma about the truck.
I only really knew one of my grandfathers, and I don’t have anything that was his. It’s funny though, he had a little manual transmission pick-up too once upon a time. He taught my brother to drive a stick shift in an event my brother described as ‘hopping all over the back roads.’ I never got to drive that one, but I imagine it wasn’t so different from the one in our driveway now.
Neither Michael nor I have any grandfather still with us. We are each down to a single grandmother as well. (I’m still totally stoked that mine became a shooter at 80!) It’s very special to have the daily reminder of them.
Michael is pretty tickled by the fact that I love the truck so much. I drove it to work today. I would drive it everyday, honestly. I think I understand on that unspoken level why Grandpa loved the silly little truck as much as he did. It’s not luxurious by anyone’s stretch of the imagination. Heck, it’s manual everything. But it’s perfect. It’s freedom. Just get in and go.
*1990 Nissan Hardbody. 5 speed.
At 2:30 this afternoon I received the following text message from my mother.
The doctor says its true i am going to be a daddy may 3rd
Erm. Well that’s different.
I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve missed something. Maybe a lot of somethings. And here I thought we were fairly close.
30 minutes later, I get another text.
This was from Dennis
Dennis is my brother. And so I responded
Oh Good! I was very concerned about how my mother was going to be a daddy.
I guess I’m going to be an uncle
Ah technology. Putting the FUN in dysFUNctional.
You know, I never expected to read an article that needed that particular clarification. Thanks, David Thompson. That’s certainly a new thing today.
And more from the update to the original article.
Still, I hope that you will not only stand firm with me in refraining from infant cannibalism, but that you will also urge your friends, family members, and neighbors to do the same.
Not a problem, thanks.
As recap, babies may be scrumptious, but DO NOT EAT THEM!
Although, as the mother of a teenager, sometimes I understand why some species eat their young…
We’ll just start with the graphic
Today is a big day for my friend, Erin. Follow that link because it answers most of the questions.
It’s funny, she actually told Michael before she told me. And then she let Michael tell me. My initial reaction, “That explains a lot.”
Then I proceeded to message with Erin on Facebook and tell her how much I appreciated her trusting me with her big secret and how honored I was that she’d be so vulnerable with me. Since then, we’ve had conversations about whether or not it was time to tell the world. My answer has always been the same, “You have to do what is right for Erin. I will support whatever decision you make.”
You see, Erin has always just been Erin. Since I am in a happy, committed, monogamous relationship, her fiddly bits or who she’d like to share them with are none of my business nor concern. She had already proven herself to be a good friend to me and the rest of the gun-blogging community. Something she has just done again in support of Bonnie (click that link too). I judged her on the content of her character and found it good.
I’ve learned a lot about her struggle that I never would have realized had she not been so willing to be so frank with me and had the patience to explain when I have blundered into an offensive landmine. My eyes are opened to a world I never saw prior to knowing her.
What if just for a day, you were judged solely on what you’ve read, what you’ve learned the hard way, what you are, what drives and inspires. What if you were valued for your innate abilities to survive and prosper through that day without birthright; handling yourself and your actions without apology, but simply by the human vanity of your own strengths and the grace of He who loves us as we are.
If that day came, who would the world see?
You see, I have the advantage of looking like my image of myself. It’s me looking back from the mirror. When you see me, it’s me. Sure, it’s not everything. I’m sure you see the confident woman I am always striving to be. You see the brown eyes, the olive skin, the dark hair. The same olive skin and dark eyes that meant my elementary school best friend wasn’t allowed to come to my house because I was one of ‘those people’ to her mother. Her mother couldn’t see me. You all saw Erin long before you ever saw her face, and Erin is beautiful. I am proud to stand by her side and call her my friend.
You are the Yin to my Yang, the Gomez to my Morticia
I look forward to sharing many more trips around the sun with you. Love you bunches and tons.
Currently, life is chaos of the sort I’m not ready to make fully public. Keep your fingers crossed for a positive resolution to all the chaos and drama. That’s really all you can do for me, but there is still time to do some real and tangible good for Bonnie. Not to mention lots of cool prizes up for grabs. Big thanks to everyone that has donated both money and prizes.
And what better way to handle chaos than to throw everyone in the pool (not my pool)