Whether to the afterlife, the next life, or just plain gone, my childhood best friend’s adoptive father died. He was a Navy man. Then, he was a Power Company man. After retiring, he started a business that located people. He did this so his daughter could find her birth parents. He did this because he loved his children and figured other people might want to have the closure his daughter so...
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Last night, I had my first beer in ten months. It was delicious! Oh, I have missed beer. However I have the worst headache I’ve had in 6 months, I’m terribly dehydrated, and my milk production has skyrocketed (a side-effect of drinking dark beer) causing my breasts to be extra swollen, sore, and leaky. A hangover from one beer? Talk about a cheap date!
Dear [Summa], The Graduate School has approved your manuscript. No changes are needed. Congratulations! It is done.
She used to say, “Fuck the police.” Now, she’s married to a cop.
Strangers waiting, Up and down the boulevard. Their shadows searching in the...– “Don’t Stop Believin’” by Journey That’s right! I’m quoting Journey. Don’t even pretend to hate. You know you’re tapping something - a foot, a hand, a baby rattle - to the beat that sneaks in through your ears and fills up your veins.
I don’t often read my bible. It’s one of those monster re-translated from original texts bibles (NLT) with all the extra interpretations, correlations with other events in history, backgrounds on authors and key people, so on and so forth. When I read it, it is generally for reference and generally the Old Testament (Deep down, I’m fairly certain I’m Jewish; just...
Some truth about parenthood
is that your children will rip your heart out every day, even as newborns, if you bond with them. And trust me, you are hard-wired to bond with your children. You will if you spend any amount of time with them on a semi-regular basis. So, you know, if you’re planning to one day have them, just be prepared to cry frequently and be broken. (This is long, sorry) Yesterday, the baby had a...
My grandfather is in a home specifically for those with Alzheimer’s. My mother says she’ll keep him there until either his money runs out or he doesn’t know where he is anymore. He doesn’t know my mother anymore and keeps asking where his wife is. My grandmother is in Slidell, staying with my aunt until mid-May. She doesn’t want to see my grandfather. I don’t...
Someone, teach me
how to make a gif!!!
They sent me the entirely wrong regalia for graduation. WTF? At least the grad school only wants minor cosmetic changes to my dissertation.
How Things Change
Yesterday, I saw where one of my cousins posted in Facebook a picture of an American soldier baptizing another American soldier on Easter Sunday in Iraq. The soldiers had dug a shallow grave, lined it with plastic, and filled it with water. The baptizee was seated in it. Young Summa, the Summa who still dutifully went to a Southern Baptist church every Sunday that she wasn’t sick or hung...
The grocery store clerk was making eyes at my...
until he saw the bags of Huggies I flopped onto the conveyor belt.
The sun is up
my eyes are open so I’m awake right? I’m drawing breath so I’m alive right?
Can someone please explain to me
this new fad where teens and women in their early twenties (and God I hope no one older than that pleasepleaseplease) wear shorts with a ruffle around the hem? Or ruffles anywhere on the shorts for that matter. If you’re out of diapers, your ass-cover shouldn’t have ruffles!
We are all hungry
and feverish with it.
I'm sitting here with my boob hanging out
and thinking that is the kind of line it takes to get some attention these days. What happened, y’all? No one reads my crap anymore. Did you all get sick of me, or did you give up on me while I was away growing a human being and then squeezing him out into this godawful world? Well, we can’t go back, now can we? No, because now when I talk about breasts, you lot are going to...
A Fluffy Story: Dave's Tale
I thought I would share one of Fluffy’s stories, or rather a story Fluffy heard from a friend. Not that Fluffy doesn’t have his own great stories, especially the one where he set himself on fire, but I’ll save that for another day. Today is for telling Dave’s tale. Background: Fluffy met Dave in A-school, which is a school where Navy nuclear reactor operators, or...
A friend told me that I should read Shop Class As Soul Craft. He said that the gist of it was that the unhappiness that most people feel in life is because they can’t see that their actions have any effect on the world. I can believe that is largely true, even if it isn’t true for me. All I have to do is watch my nieces and nephews bite and kick and scream at each other or their...
"They" say it gets better
but it is oh so difficult to believe that.
Friday's Child Is Loving and Giving
but, so far, he is kicking and screaming.
I'm-the-Worst Wednesday: More Lazy Parenting
Fisticuffs has a playmat. It is brightly colored and patterned with a zebra and lion on the mat part. There is a zebra-striped arc that goes over the center, and from it dangle a little teething ring zebra, a jingly green hippo, and an turquoise elephant with plastic stars hanging from its feet. Only the zebra is colored properly, and it has red hooves, but I get it. Bright colors, bold,...
More people drive white cars than any other color...
I base this solely on the fact that I have spent the better part of seven weeks watching the Weatherscan channel, which plays Muzak while switching through live-video from traffic cameras and showing a summary of the Weather Channel’s forecast for my city. Why would I watch this? The “music” is constant noise, so the baby can sleep through just about anything (except hearing me...
judgeisonvinyl: …when someone tells you exactly what you want to hear and its genuine and awesome you slowly start to love yourself all over again and forgive yourself for being the jackass you can be known to be. Yes, yes, yes. I love you, Alex.
Back in the Habit
(which reminds me of Sister Act 2 and how that subtitle pun must be the most clever and funniest thing in the entire movie) I should be looking and applying for a job, but instead, I’m blowing the dust off my fiction projects. The recent events in my life forced me to take the step back from my work that I needed in order to see what to change, what to throw away, and how to proceed. I...