With a little more stressed-out version of myself. Images are fascinating me at the moment, for some reason; and while I’m not wild about the way I look in this photo, it’s one of my favorites of my daughter. She was so much her own person even then.
Archive for September, 2007
“All great achievements require time.”
— David J. Schwartz: professor, author
Yeah, I have PMS — What of it? You want a piece of this? You ready to go? Are you? Yeah. I thought so. And don’t let me hear from you again, or Cousin Guido and I will have somethin’ to say about it, hear? No soup for you!
Please send my husband home soon. I beg you. My daughter just took five inches worth of bangs in her left hand and a pair of scissors in her right. The result isn’t good. And I thought she was brushing her teeth. Good one, God.
p.s. Must she add how cute she thinks it looks? It might look good on one of those girls on “America’s Next Top Model” when the rest of the hair is cut to match, but it looks more like a mullet on my daughter. Please send help soon. Thank you, oh you who continually seems to make jokes at my expense.
“Anshee, the ban is blue and gray — a light blue gray. You gonna love it.” (referring to the van that Jon rented when he flew down to visit this last weekend. As much as we tried to tell LJ that it would be just Daddy visiting, all of us were feeling the separation, and he kept waiting for Babs and me to show up. I had a good cry over it after this conversation.)
“I’m sure I would, Sweetie. I wish I could be there with you.”
“You gonna love it.”
As a courtesy reminder, the audience should be informed that spinning around in circles does not necessarily (or even usually) mean that one is making progress — even if the pace of the spinning is increased or a ton of dust is created in the process. I will be grabbing my dust pan now. Had this been an actual emergency, you would have received further instructions. Cheers, kids. If I start asking for Advil and Wild Turkey, you’ll know it’s been as wild a week this week as it was last. “Serenity now!”