We had a great 4th of July weekend. Don't you think it's kinda strange when the 4th falls on the Sabbath? Because then it becomes sort of like a slightly off-beat three day extravaganza. At least with our family -- barbecue and pool, then shrimp, then the annual neighborhood barbecue with the city fireworks. But only in the evenings. And no parade or festivity attending during the day -- which, let's be honest, caused K.J. the Great to cry for a whole half hour yesterday morning until someone (possibly me) went a little AWOL and started making all kinds of crazy threatenings (which is dangerous, and I kept trying to warn myself because you have to follow through on things like that). When he was threatened with not getting to go to the Peach Days parade or the barbecue that night, he stopped crying immediately and went back to nerd land in the DS. Phew! 'Cause that would have stunk to have punished myself right out of those things, too! But I would have done it, dangit. Because there are few things I dislike more then children with more authority then their parents. I tried it all the time as a kid. It just didn't work. And now I do my darndest to not let the efforts of my offspring dictate me. May I be blessed in my efforts, that is all I've got to say about it.
Dearest Young Creatures I Have Been Blessed With,
I love you more then you will ever know. And I will stare your face right off the planet in a staring contest.
Much love,
Mom.
When I was 16, I drove my parents minivan into my mom's place of work. That's right. Right into the supporting pillar of the office building. It was horrible. I cried -- and cried -- and cried. And I think my parents wanted to kill me, but they didn't. Because my self-loathing at that moment was pretty darn strong. As you can see, they are wonderful and compassionate people. Anyhow, I had gone to get my mom and I a frozen coke. But the place was out of frozen cokes, which as you can imagine, was very damaging to my Psyche -- it was the middle of summer. So I drove back to the office. I started pulling in. And I hit the gas instead of the brake. It stunk. It stunk bad. Thank you, parents, for letting me live. Thank you, building owner, for feeling sorry for the sixteen year old with snot pouring out of her nose and not suing her or her parents.
Dear 16-year-old Marie,
It's okay. You're gonna make it. That will be the last building you drive into to date.
Love,
Your older self.
I still, truly, really and from my heart do not know what the name of my forthcoming child will be. And on that happy note, I bid you all adieu. Don't you just love Shakespeare? Don't you? I know I do.
the end.
4 comments:
Listen, I have put forth much effort in the naming of your 3rd child. So the fact that you don't have her named is because of your stubbornness to all the wonderful names I have shared with you...I've given up :) forEVER.
I almost feel bad for laughing so hard at your misfortune. If it makes you feel better, my wife has backed into my car, which was innocently parked in the driveway, THREE TIMES.
(And we are still married.)
I just love reading what you write. You are so poetic. I love it. and Olivia looks darling with her new haircut. I also think that RoseAnna happens to be a beautiful name.
it's so good to be back to reality and read your posts. i will be updated on everyone else's blogs maybe, but yours i had to go right to and read the latest happenings. we are currently fighting over names. except ryan doesn't ever think of any and i just have one name i love that he doesn't so the name war isn't really working very well. are you going to name your baby EVER? please tell me know. and i had no idea about your driving misfortune. makes me feel better about my three driving misfortunes. well i love you and think you are the best and can't believe you are about to give birth. woo hoo! can hardly wait to hear the name. love you oodles.
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