11-28-2011

Mistaken Identity

On occasion, when I'm milling about Old Town or on campus, I am approached by people who mistake me as my sister due to the sound of my voice, the melody of my laughter, the manner in which I walk or the similarities in our facial features. Though we live in a somewhat small town, our social circles were different enough that our lives rarely overlapped.

It's only after an often confusing conversation about how my hair looks so different, 'remember the time we were at...' , have I heard or seen 'so and so', and ultimately 'Why are you acting so distant and weird' that I'm able to figure out that they are a friend of AunT's, and that once again I must somberly relay the passing of my sister.

Enough time has passed that this task has become easier, yet the wave of sorrow experienced by her friends who we were unaware of, or unable to pass along the information onto is as fresh and overwhelming as if was just yesterday, not a year and a half ago.

I must swallow my own sadness and provide them with comfort until my own quiet moment in the day occurs and I can mourn for her once again. Only now, I am able to revel in the joy of her life as well as the sorrow of her death. And that alone is a precious gift. I love her and I miss her, but I also have so many memories of her that she will forever remain a part of my little family.

Even the kids say so.

Little Brick Parties

It's a task that I've been avoiding for several months now. But after a very kind and sincere request by BW, I began to help him find his PSP games. That effort quickly evolved into 'reorganizing the carnage of the minion's room' parts I and II.

I can attest that after the events of this LlllooonnnggG afternoon that Legos can and will be found in even the darkest corners of each and every room of this house... I even found a lego in a kleenex box as I went to pull a sheet out.

I wonder if, in fact, there are little lego parties going on in the boy's head even as I write this...

Creative Menu Choice

I've always known that BW often marches to a different drummer, but tonight he demonstrated just how different that pace is...

Tonight's dinner menu was 'make your own deli sandwich'. A variety of sandwich ingredients, breads and finger foods were placed upon the table and each person made their own combo.

THIS was what the boy came up with... and yes, he ate the whole thing... as a sandwich...

Melancholic Moment

‎*Sigh*... I have to admit... I'm hittin' the 40 mark in a little over the week... and d'ang'd - it's hitting me harder than I thought it would.

I know it's 'just another birthday' but somehow this one seems so much more.... melancholic.

The Body is a Temple

Best moment of the day...

Two 'mountain-hippie' girls are chatting as they leave the Anatomy/Zoology building on campus... one holds a diet coke in her hands, the other a Nalgene bottle filled with water.

DC girl says to H2O "I know, I've tried quitting before, but it never works."

H2O girl replies in a tone of disgust "I would never let toxins into my body, really the body is a temple."

As they continue down the walk, H2O girl takes out a cigarette from her backpack, lights it and inhales deeply...

Scary Stuff

Alas, on this bright and sunny day, when Charles and I are bustling about the house and focusing on our regular weekly chores as well as prepping up for the winter, the minions have found a new form of 'hilarious' entertainment.

It's called 'Scaring the shit out of Mama'...

Seriously, they hide while I'm busy doing stuff, and pop out while screaming 'gotchya'...

I, mama, scream bloody murder and drop whatever I was carrying and they laugh until they pee themselves and it all begins anew.

I am not a fan of this game... it makes too much laundry.

The Purest Love

I do believe that my daughter will do more to heal the wounds of my soul that were and are inflicted during my youth than any therapy could... I am a very lucky mama.

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