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holidays in hell

The Kindness Of Not-Quite Strangers

December 17, 2007

This has been a trying month.
The Poo turned three, and with that came a sea change in her. Her equilibrium is off, and therefore so is mine. She’s been really sick, and so have I. Christmas is stressful for us in so many ways, and I know this is also affecting her mood and behavior.
It’s [...]

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The Best Reason To Get A New Purse That I’ve Ever Heard

December 14, 2007

The Poo finally decided that swallowing her own vomit was maybe not such a good idea.
Unfortunately, she decided to let it all hang loose during lunch.
At a restaurant.
She was eating the first meal she’s taken since she came down with this plague on Monday, her beloved grilled cheese. Just as she asked for a second [...]

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Oh (Ginger) Snap!

December 6, 2007

Have you ever sifted seven cups of flour?
Motherfucker, that was a pain!
To top it off, I forgot the cinnamon.
Note to self: There is a reason you don’t make gingerbread cookies.

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Confession

December 1, 2007

She cried out in her sleep last night.
I waited, held my breath.
Silence.
She cried out again. No, no I don’t want to!
She didn’t wake me. I was staring at the ceiling berating myself when her voice split the silence. I waited a few more seconds, to see if the child would settle.
She didn’t.
I padded to the [...]

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Overheard During Storytime

November 25, 2007

The Poo: Mommy! Read this to me.
Mommy: The little dog laughed to see such a sight, and the dish ran away with the spoon.
Daddy: (sotto voce) Hey, you pretend you’re a dish and I’ll pretend I’m a spoon. Whaddaya say?

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Pie On The Brain

November 24, 2007

What flavor of pie are you?cherry
you are a sweetheart but you like something tart every once in a while

Click Here to Take This Quiz

Quizzes and Personality Tests

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This Urbanan Life

November 22, 2007

Our days on the prairie have acquired a gentle ebb and flow.
We rise early and get ready for the day, making the rounds from preschool to the library to the mall playground, and back again.
The Poo grows every day, it seems, the curves of her face becoming ever more angular. The music is quiet now, [...]

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“Chicken And Yogurt” Wouldn’t Have The Same Ring

November 21, 2007

The Poo eats yogurt. As in, eats it. As in, puts it in her mouth and ingests it.
A true Thanksgiving miracle.

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Hell Night

November 20, 2007

I have a whole new appreciation for my mother these days.
I can never remember a time when our house wasn’t clean. She always had a batch of fresh cookies in the jar, and she sewed countless outfits for special occasions: Halloween costumes, orchestra concert ensembles, a skirt for my 12th birthday celebration. Dinner was always [...]

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High Anxiety

November 17, 2007

While you’re reading this, I’m sitting in tin can hurtling through the sky at a gazillion miles an hour, holding on to the armrest as if that will ground me.
I hate to fly. Hate hate hate. It’s not your normal “I hate to fly, goddamn airport delays, stupid baggage gets lost, all that teeming humanity” [...]

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