Tuesday, July 22, 2008

It’s so easy……

I’m driving to work this morning, scrolling through radio stations as I am wont to do on the daily drive, and I briefly catch a snippet of the song “it’s so easy to fall in love (whoooaa!)”. I only stay on it for a nano second, long enough to hear the ridiculously cheery chorus, long enough to think with enough clarity to light a bulb, “Um…. NO IT ISN’T”.


It is not easy to fall in love. If anything, it is easy, to NOT fall in love. I not-fall in love all the time. Million times a fricken day, if you wanna talk about easy…. 

So before I know it I am having this little mini rant of all my own. What a moron, touting her lackadaisical whimsy, it’s so easy to fall in love. Surely she is on crack. Surely, she has never dated in this century, SURELY she has not had love and lost said love, only to realize she may never find anything comprable ever again.

I mean, seriously. COME ON. First you have to find someone who is not gay. That like cuts your odds in half right there. Then, assuming you can find a straight man, you must begin the staggeringly difficult task of weighing out the odd balls. (No offense, odd balls, love you one and all, but as my friend Jen succinctly points out “the odds are good, but the goods are odd”). IF you manage then to find a viable candidiate, you then have to wait to see if HE finds you acceptable. Contrary to what we all believe of ourselves, and no matter what our internal, eternally positive mirror reflects, we really AREN’T  perfect! Shock! Fainting from shock! I know….

So you see, singer who I don’t even know the name of, lady who is on crack, falling in love is HARD. Do the research dammit, and then sing me a song!

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Thursday, July 17, 2008

            An Open Letter To My Mother       

 

Momma. I am reminded daily how completely awesome you are. I come home from work, and just walking into your house, smelling good food smells, makes me feel better. You ask me how I am, and when I say tired, you know what I mean and don’t ask me anything else, because after all, tired, is really just tired.

You feed me, and you feed my kids, which are like your kids practically this summer, since you have been spending so much time together. I’m almost kind of jealous, but extremely grateful that My Tween and The Little Woman have you. They need you when I get cranky, or irritable, or just plain whackadoo, and I am glad you can provide that little sanity check for them.

There is a history there between you and I that I am very grateful for. Remember when I was hell on wheels in high school, and made you cry so hard one time you lost a contact lense, you were that mad at me? I didn’t realize then how fierce your love for me is. I get that now, now that I think about all the things that I want to protect my girls from. Most of all I remember you letting me wear black for months on end as I went through my death poetry phase. You let me grow and explore and somehow I turned out alright. But mother, how did you not kill me in the process? How did I not make you crazy???

How is it that you are so strong? You helped me get through a divorce- the hardest thing I have ever had to deal with in my short life—and I came out stronger, and more myself because of it. You are always assuring me “everything is going to be ok” and those words are like magic when they come from someone who loves you. All I have to do is hear you say that, and it’s like the panic alarm wailing inside me is put on pause.

So, in this open letter, that I am sharing with THE INTERNET I just want to tell you that you are amazing, and incredible, and I am glad that I am indeed my mother’s child in many many ways. Thank you for loving me.

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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

The Urinator

Chester The Wonder Dog has made a new name for himself. Literally.

He’s quite crafty. In the wee hours of the night, when all is silent and dark, he stealthily creeps down the hallway. He delicately launches himself over the ineffective excuse of a doggie gate, like a ninja warrior from Crouching Tiger and lands without making a sound. He slinks into the girls carpeted, carpeted, room, and makes his way to the corner. He then launches a stream of urine like only a un-neutered eight month old puppy can.

Sufficiently relieved, he retraces his steps, and curls up in the corner of the couch, serene, fullfilled, happy.

See the look on his face here, after I discovered his little “present”. It’s as if he is saying “What mama? Me? Pee where I shouldn’t? Not me! See how adorable I am?”

Inside you know he is laughing maniacally. “Muah ha ha haaaa. When dark falls, I will pee again!”

Well, Chester my dear, I have but these words for you.

“Hello Crate Boy. Welcome to the newest phase of your life”.

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Monday, July 14, 2008

Saturday happeneings, liquid paradise

I woke up at the early hour of 6 am on Saturday to take Ches The Wonder Dog for a walk. The air smelled like heaven after a long night of rain. As we were walking along, me enjoying the cool sweet air, and Ches, pausing randomly to lift his leg and assert his dominance upon every shrub tree and bush, I couldn’t help but think how totally awesome the day was already starting out to be.

The Little Woman and My Tween were off with their Dad, to spend the weekend. I missed them, but at the same time relished the fact that I could watch Weeds and Pulp Fiction without having to wait until they were fast asleep, or possibly plan to go out with adults and engage in stimulating conversation and drink adult beverages.

Which leads me to this:


Behold the Mango Mojito from the Zia Diner in Santa Fe-

One sip, and I wanted to marry my tasty beverage and bear its children. I wanted to engage in illicit activity with it. IT WAS THAT GOOD.

The mint was perfection, the lime pulp, delicious. The mango puree balanced everything out in such a way that I was tempted to offer the bartender all of my worldly goods.

The Zia also has some incredible items on their menu, like home made potato chips with blue cheese. Holy Moly. Go there avid reader, should the opportunity ever present itself. You will not be disappointed.

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Friday, July 11, 2008

SUMMER

It’s been a few weeks since I have posted, and I have droves of emails from adoring fans begging for more.
OK maybe not droves
OK FINE, not even one.
It’s nice to dream though.

I’ve been listening to Latin Grooves (above) and this cover reminds me of my friend Nic’s artwork, all Latina and fabulous.

So, what have I been doing with all my free time as of late, you ask? Well, last you heard we lost our Sweetie Pie. Since then, we have met and fallen in puppy love with Chester The Wonder Dog. He is a little loverboy, a 8 month old Jack Russell that is keeping us all very busy. We like to think Sweets would be happy about that. In this picture he is sleeping, but most often he is either zooming around, or begging for a walk, or wanting to cuddle.

Other things going on……we attended a wedding for Cousins last week and it was quite the event. My Tween and the Little Woman are enjoying their summer and loving the attention of my momma and their kunk. It’s all sunny days and rainy afternoons and matinee movies and sleeping late.

I wanna be a kid………….

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