When my dad died in March 2003 I was slapped in the face with emotions I didn’t know what to do with. I hated my father. I hated that he stood for nothing. I hated that he was an alcoholic and a drug addict. I hated that he threw things at me and left me …
My Mother is a Mrs. Again!
After two days of crazy, I finally finished my mom’s bouquet on Saturday morning. It was supposed to be professionally done, but on such late notice, the flower shop couldn’t get the flowers I wanted. So I watched this video and got a few tips. It turned out beautiful but I was afraid she wasn’t …
Put on your Hammer pants & Break it Down, Mom!
Yesterday afternoon my mom and I had our second great conversation in a row. I kept insisting that she had to “break it down” and instead of listening to me, she kept laughing and thinking about MC Hammer. To which I replied “Put on your Hammer Pants and Break it down, mom”. Hopefully, she’ll think …
too much coffee
makes for an already over-active mind to implode on itself. How wrong is it to hate? I “hate” when I don’t get what I want. I hate when I have to be so fucking blunt that I hurt someone’s feelings when I’ve tried numerous times to “say it nicely” – for lack of better words. …
it’s friday
I’m compelled to post because I’ve been so busy with my other blog/business that I’ve totally neglected this one. In fact, I skipped November entirely – but it was a weird month anyway I guess. It’s strange that the last post about my mother was October 29th, which just so happens to be her birthday. …