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The Big One + Oh
Being married to me is something I imagine has not always been easy. There have been times when I know I was not at all fabulous. And topics on which I am neither reasonable nor consolable. For ten years he’s seen past all my worries and traumas and flaws, and loved me anyway.
Warning of an Uncontrollable Reflex
May is a challenging month at our house. In addition to travel and a healthy schedule of birthdays and graduations and anniversaries – my birthday is seven days before our wedding anniversary. And Mother’s Day is smack in the middle of both.
This was not so much an issue a few years ago. We love our Mothers. We love showing them we love them. But. Then. Someone told us they were pregnant. THE DAY BEFORE MOTHER’S DAY. When we’d been trying for five god-damn years. (Now seven.)
And unless you are Travis, I don’t think there’s another person on Earth who can remotely fathom what a colossal mind-fuck that was. Because he alone experienced the day that Mother’s Day died and became the holiday known as: The Week of Hateful Darkness Wherein Jules Ignores All Life.
I am getting better. I think. For the most part, the hate is a lot less intense. But I still don’t watch much tv. Or want go shopping. Or care to talk to people.
It’s hard avoiding a holiday that screams ‘HEY! Look at me! And all the wonderful things YOU DON’T GET TO HAVE. Ha-ha!’ like some gargantuan, retarded, one-eyed Cookie Monster who’s everywhere you look and everywhere you go. And whom apparently, feels the need to manifest in everyone you meet.
Under this constant barrage of words and images, I’ve never felt so much the urge to stab somone with a set of dull car keys as when I’m out trying to maintain my sanity doing normal everyday stuff – and a waiter or grocer or volunteer invades my crazy-space by handing me a carnation and wishes me a ‘Happy Mother’s Day’.
I don’t expect people to know I’m not a Mom by looking at me. I don’t expect them to understand why it pisses me off. I just expect them to not exist for a while.
So I stay home.
Message: Do not EVER hand Jules anything while saying ‘Happy Mother’s Day’. It could be chocolate, it could be diamonds. It doesn’t matter. You will still lose an eye. Say, ‘Happy Anti-Social Week’. Or ‘Happy Drink Until You Forget Your Name Day’. Just don’t say ‘Mom’. It’s safer for everyone.
Am SO GLAD You're Back
NEVER LEEVE ME AGAIN. NEVER. NEVER. NEVER. NEVER.
AM REELLY SORRY ABOUT LOTS AND LOTS OF GOOEY PRESENTS YOU SAY MEESTER STANLY STEEMER NEEDS COME FIX. ALSO, IS BAD TIME TO SAY I HEARS SCURRYING LITTLE FEET IN GARAGE LONG TIME?
I LOOOOOVE YOO.
Because I Haven't Had a Griff Fix in a Good Long While
Catching up on a week’s worth of all my informative but non-essential blog reader items (i.e. the non-dooce-wwdn-erin-stacey-kristy-gapingvoid-ninja type items), I came across the following video of my dear friend, Uncle Griff, promoting that whole Bike to Work Day thingie that happened, what, like a month ago? I don’t know. I don’t bike. I use the cycle/stair/tv/whatchadoo at my gym.
While the ‘fat’ comment kind of gets my bristles all up and angry (the ‘fat’ perceptions being something I’ve lately debated with other ePeeps), I love this clip because even though I could listen to him any time on eBay Radio, it’s just plain good to see a living, breathing Griff being his old goofy self.
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