A mini. Not like L’s almost flooded one.
August 26, 2008
I’m sitting at my desk, eating Mellowcreme pumpkins and contemplating the joys of Halloween in August.
I don’t know when Halloween started taking over the summer, but it did and it has and all I have to do is simply accept it.
It doesn’t war as much with Easter as it does with Christmas – Christmas will start showing up before too long – pumpkins and candy canes will party together upon shelves as though it’s supposed to be done that way…
When any once-child can tell you that the two are supposed to ALWAYS have a degree of separation.
Working in downtown Memphis means that the candy displays are small… and that the pumpkins and candy canes will party with Elvis miniatures and Memphis t-shirts.
In a way, that makes slightly more sense to me.
The torrential rain of last night washed away some of my bad feelings of late and although the sun will soon return to scoff at me, I was able to have some peace and quiet and pumpkins last night.
I heart Threadless.
August 20, 2008
wishes. horses.
August 15, 2008
The saying that if wishes were horses…
Well, it just sucks.
Wishes aren’t horses and horses poop.
So why would you want wishes that poop?
You wouldn’t.
Suffice it to say, life has been, well, throwing me curveballs lately.
Being the single parent of a pre-teen that has decided to throw hormonal curveballs as though they were water balloons is challenging in a very specific sort of way – meaning that we’re both going nuts.
She because of reasons that are totally out of her control – we’ve all been through puberty, it’s terrifying.
Me because we’re entering a stage of a time where my daughter isn’t entirely thrilled with me, doesn’t do everything I ask her to do, and doesn’t fall over and cry in guilt whenever I get on to her.
This is new.
But we’re making it, she and I.
We’ve always made it.
She’s the best thing I’ve ever done and even when she’s at her worst, she’s still one of the best.
I can look at her and proudly think that I’ve done this – and largely on my own.
She’s amazing.
And we’re having a tough time.
But we’re having it together.
There is no ‘I’ in ‘Team’.
But there is an ‘A’ and since both of our names begin with an A, I think you know what that means…
Okay. It means nothing.
But we will be okay and she’ll be okay.
She’s the love of my life… easily.
I wonder if everyone enjoys their children this much overall – even through the crazy moments.
I hope so.
And now? A comic to make life better:
