Wife/mother/woman crap: July 2010 Archives

This summer swallowed me up. But like that gross concluding scene in MIB 1, I fought it from the inside and blasted it open with a laser gun. 

Thoughts of the summer:

- Sometimes when I've nothing left to string together a sentence, bullets rock. 

- I love my kids. They are so unbelievable well-behaved and I know that every mother likes to think that of her own kids but no, mine have been golden considering the pressure that their mother has been under, they've risen to the challenge of having a mother who accidently graded one of their papers with a lip liner pencil while sitting on the toilet painting her toenails before doing a radio show later that afternoon and a hit on Larry King. They've learned so much too, just by the nature of soaking up everything that sloshes off my palette. 

- I'm very fortunate. Not just to be living in this country and for the opportunities I've helped to earn but simply for the clear head to recognize it all. 

- We have to get a new car. I don't want a car payment. I've loved not having one but now we're at the point where there's not avoiding it. I joke about driving a Mercedes S Class 550 (black, black leather interior) but I don't need things ostentatious for the sake of it, just something that does the job and isn't a clown car of death. Groan. 

- The grass is always greener on the other side of the septic tank, Bombeck once wrote. 

- Ewan officially starts school this year. Yesterday he helped me check the mail and read off the senders on the envelopes. I have no idea how he did it. He knows his vowels and many of his blends but he's just now K5 this year. He read them off, placed them on the console in the living room, and walked off on his still small, not-quite-gross-yet baby ham feet. 

- Mmmm, ham. 

- I need a vacation. After my last whirlwind trip to NYC where I had to work after doing Wendy's show (soooo fun) and a bit of seeing the city, I returned and literally set up camp in the corner of our sofa where I resided all weekend, moving only when necessary. We watched documentaries, we read, together and separately, and it was the most amazing weekend I've had in such a long time. I purposefully stayed in my pajamas and so did the boys most of the day Saturday. It stormed outside, ruining a pool day, and we hunkered down under quilts. It's one of those weekends that will stay in my memory, one of the things I bring forth in my mind whenever times get stressful and I need a place to retreat to mentally. 

- KISS on Jay Leno. They sound as good as they did 20 years ago. 

- Little mini Oreos. Excellent way to trick the mind into thinking that you can eat more because they're smaller. 

Hair Update!

I haven't meant to be neglectful - finishing a massive project that I have to send off plus work plus two very energetic children. 

I got a lot of email from ladies very interested in seeing what exactly my hair would look like after a couple of weeks of washing, drying, and styling. Ta-da:


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