Archive for the 'Bad Television and Gummy Bears' Category

Singomom: smart enough to know she’s screwed

Sunday, March 22nd, 2009

With a month still to go, no one in this house is rational any more. Ren is refusing to comply with the most basic of requests, Mare weeps at the drop of a hat, Cute Husband looks like he’s in Day 5 of Basic School Bivouak, and I’m not sleeping very well.
Late […]

Tomorrow, I will figure something out

Monday, March 9th, 2009

I am trapped in a house. People are chasing me. I fly into the ceiling, heart racing, shredding first plaster, then papery wood, planks, and finally roof tile. I claw and the people are coming and then I am free and I am flying and I know I am Superman but I […]

Why be chipper when you can be in denial?

Friday, December 12th, 2008

I want to be very clear that I do not have a positive attitude. People with positive attitudes look at the bright side of every situation, exuding the wide-eyed faith that happy happy happy can happen to you too!
I freaking hate those people. I just want to see them smear their lipstick or walk […]

Hard enough

Thursday, October 30th, 2008

“Momma, what’s wrong with your eye?”
Mare is in my lap. We’ve been on the couch for hours, watching movies and eating soup.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“What’s the red thing?”
“Can you bring me a mirror?” I ask. The bathroom is only steps away, but I am […]

Crooked Grin Destiny

Sunday, July 20th, 2008

I found the doctor’s approach infuriating.
I am sure they taught him this in med school — and he has delivered far worse news to others than he currently is delivering to me, so obviously he’s the pro. But I don’t want to be managed. I want to be told. And […]

Because if you haven’t got your health …

Wednesday, July 16th, 2008

I am standing in the new condominium Cute Husband and I purchased. It is dark hardwood, gothic, with several levels, draped in fuchsia velvet, with a small, yellow kitchen.
A tiny Chinese woman sits on a bench with a lapful of towels. Water is running down the walls, soaking into the floor.
“The […]