We don’t often review books on our blog, but I always make an exception for Jane and Shannon. I have been fans of both of them since the beginning and over the years we have become friends. Emily R and I make a trip to Victoria to visit almost every year and we always get […]
Oh! Urgh! What?! My family! My mom, #theamazingmeme, is famous for telling me tragic, surprising, and actionable news after the fact. “Hey, why isn’t Martin at the Christmas soirée, Mom?” “Oh, didn’t I tell you he is in jail/dead/joined the Foreign Legion?” What?!!
Tonight I called to check in and get my weekend head in order and #theamazinglarrycox answered the phone and said, “Oh, yeah, your mom is at the hospital with her sister. She’ll call you when she gets back.” To which I thought, but did not say, “WTEntireF, dad?l Who is in the hospital and why and … whhhhhaaaaattt?”
I love that we are a group of connected folks who have each other’s backs and keep shit moving. But our strength sometimes makes it so that we don’t reach out when we should.
Maybe the power of everyone in the family sending good thoughts is worth a phone call to let the far-flung amongst us know we should take a knee and pray? So, I share this to say that I am going to be calling on everyone who reads this to send me some good vibes over this next little while. I am asking because that’s what friends are for, and I surely don’t want to have wished I’d asked for your prayers, good thoughts, and best wishes after things had already gone ass over tea kettle. I’m pulling for you, too!!
About to have a lot of it! And here’s what I’m going to do with it:
Thank you, Brooklyntweed! See the pattern here.
And now, it’s not. But, it’s about to be a great year! I’m really excited!
So, a couple of things, though:
1) If it DOES kill me, I’m going to need one of you to get over to Citrine Avenue and set a small fire in my dirty apartment so it looks like the disarray was not my fault, but the result of burly firemen tromping around the place. Please get Eli out first. She’s the worst, and I have really never had a pet as terrible as she — even worse than Abraham. Remember him? At least he was dumb. Eli is just mean. — but as bad as she is, she doesn’t deserve death by fire. Or, death at all. Just a good pinch every now and again when she’s on a toe-biting binge. That cat! Urgh! Someone will also need to get to the kennel — preferably someone social-media savvy because I believe in my heart that Russell Jenkins is so ugly as to be the next Doggie Instagram Influencer. He has outfits. I knitted and/or sewed them. Save them before you start the fire. You’ll be rich and famous, and have a fat little rhinoceros-shaped dog with one eye and a testicle leg to keep your feet warm at night.
2) If the hike DOESN’T kill me, it’s still a good bet that I’ll wander off into the wilderness in an attempt to live up to the life-changing-ness of walking/going around the world that was Eat, Pray, Love (pure comedy, because, seriously, you can try to self-actualize, but Sallie Mae, Esurance and Verizon do not give a kitty about where you are on Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. They want their money, and at least one of them would call me in Jakarta, spiritual quest be damned), or Wild (equally hilarious to me). If that happens, please also set the fire and stuff, but see you in 6 months, 80 pounds lighter, awash in blisters and probably MRSA or a really exotic affliction, even, but filled with purpose!
Or, see you on Monday, tired. Either way, it’s gonna make for a fun time! Happy Little Friday Eve!
I know, but seriously, this is me every day for the last 24 days:
And, tomorrow is Monday. Hoping Godzilla is real and on his way to my neighborhood, or something equally not-my-fault-but-prevents-me-from-doing-all-the-things-except-napping happens between now and 6am!
FREEDOM. So, I know this from farm life at Malvern that all the cows will press up against the fence to get to the next pasture. But, as often as not, when you move the fence, they remember where it was and don’t do the very thing they indicated they wanted.
Since I am not a cow, it’s about to be on. T-minus 2 days until I get to get after the good grass! #leapingwithnonet