Archive for Month: April, 2009
Eat More Chili
I met my friend Shelly for dinner on Wednesday night. She’s one of the seventeen Michelle-derivative named friends that I have. She’s also the first person that I met and befriended when we moved to GA (Part I) in 2004. We’ve been good friends even though I’m slack and don’t get together enough with her. Oh and she’s probably going to be my in-law someday. At least I’ll be able to go to my in-laws house and get drunk and laugh. Especially at our old husbands!
The thing about moms is sometimes we don’t eat all day long. It’s not that we are neglecting ourselves, it’s just that we forget. Ok, ok, we are neglecting ourselves. Then we arrange to meet another mom friend for dinner. We get some margarita in us and BAM we’re liquored up. We’re loud (well, actually, I’m loud.) Then we find that we’re talking about stuff we should really be talking about in the privacy of one of our homes, perhaps over some Trader Joe’s wine and fondue?
It’s apparent to me that Shelly and I need to get out for these friend dates more often. My face hurt from laughing. Here’s the thing, though: The best part of it all is knowing someone accepts you in all your inappropriate glory. Knowing that you almost walked out of the bathroom with TP stuck to your shoe, telling your pal, only to hear her laugh and tell you a story that tops it. Knowing that you can tell her that a Facebook quiz deemed you a sexual deviant and her reply is that she already knew it. Knowing that you can laugh, cry, stomp, spit, and simply drone on about mindless crap…that’s friendship.
Viva la friendship, yo!
Brownie Revelation
Sometimes I have a hankering for something sweet and chocolaty.
These are the days I look for the stashed brownie mix in the pantry. These are the days when my family tells me that I’m the best mom for making brownies. These are the days when we don’t wait until our bellies settle to have dessert. These are the days when the house grows quiet while we enjoy our treat, savoring ever bite and being careful not to waste a crumb.
Sometimes I have a hankering for something different and daring.
These are the days I look inside myself and see what I have stashed. These are the days when my family tells me that I’m the worst mom for making them do their chores. These are the days when my belly is unsettled, full of butterflies and flip-floppiness. These are the days when the house is chaotic, messy, and noisy beyond belief.
If only life could be as simple as a brownie on a platter with an encouraging thumb’s up. If only life could be as easy as two eggs, oil, water, and a package of dark chocolate brownie mix. If only mixing it all up would yield something so delightful and consummate.
It’s not.
Life has thumb’s down. Life has us knee deep in shit. Life has all these ingredients that make [it] anything but delightful. Life has death, sadness, sorrow, and ill feelings. Life can suck.
And it does.
And somehow we get through.
Somehow.
A Few Bananas Short of a Bunch
They are different
With their marks
Bruised and beautiful
They are connected
With always a chance
Odd and fair
They will separate
With being pulled
Ripped and torn
They will cultivate
With undeniable zest
Unique and righteous
-Mishelle O. Lane
4/7/9
2 Days 2 Diptychs
Yesterday I took the three boys—Mikey, Benny, and Davey—for a drive to a nearby town. We walked around and they got to enjoy some ice cream while I had a ball taking all kinds of pictures. You can see everything that I shot over on my Flickr.
Today felt like winter, but that didn’t stop me from wearing my new Crocs. I love them; they are so comfortable!
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