American Girl

She waits another week to fall apart...

If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace. ~ Thomas Paine

I have a big ugly confession to make.  Ready? 
My house is still decorated for Christmas.  Tree and all.  And it completely disgusts me.

Truth be told, I wasn't really into the whole Christmas thing this year.  But I put the tree up, because I felt like I had to.  I wanted to make it nice for the girls, even though only one of them cares, and not very much at that.  Then once I got started, I really threw myself into it, and decked all the halls.  Now I hate it.  HATE it!  And I just can't seem to bring myself to get it all down.  The box for the tree ornaments has been sitting in the living room for two weeks.  Once in a while I walk by and pluck an ornament from the tree and toss it in the box, but then I move on.  I just can't make myself do it. 

There are people who come to your house and decorate it, is there anyone who undecorates it?  Uugh, I want to vomit just thinking about it.  I'm disgusted with myself.  It's like swimming as far as you possibly can, and forgeting that you have to swim all the way back to shore.  Or drown.  Or, start throwing hearts on the tree and call it a Valentine's Day decoration.

This morning I told Ryan that I was going to clean it all up, and instead I sat here for two hours reading my own blog.  I was completely fascinated.  I laughed, I cried, I wondered where so many of my bloggy friends have run off too.  I miss them.  Then I realized that it wasn't that I was so fascinated with my own entries (darn, for a while there I was really impressed with myself) but the comments.  They're all so supportive and funny and interesting.  I like the way we used to just carry on conversations in the comments sections, and I'd like to get back to that.

Let's start doing that again. 
(Anything to keep me out of my living room, please!)
Really.  Talk amongst yourselves.

posted by: AmericanGirl at 16:07 | link | comments (21) |

We're going on a date tonight.  An honest to goodness DATE!  Something we haven't done since, oh, Carly was born.  I'm so excited!  Don't wait up.

And another thing.  I can't say why, but Rustymadgal is an exceptional being, and you should all bow down to her greatness.  I'm not kidding.  I'm dazzled by her superiority, and you should be too.

I'm off to find good underwear.

posted by: AmericanGirl at 12:31 | link | comments (5) |

Whenever I have a gap in my blog, I have a hard time coming up with something to say  to get it started again.  This is especially true when the gap occurs after a particularly emotional outburst.   So, I'll say this:  Hope peed on the potty!  Woot!

Ok, now that's out of the way.

The first tangible thing I did in 2008 was step in dog poo.  Why does the world mock me so?  I was totally buying into this whole cleansing thing.  Out with the old, crappy, miserable year and in with the fresh new year full of promise, and this is what I get?  What's worse than stepping in dog poo?  Having your two year old step in it as well.  And then not realizing it until that two year old says "Mommy, stinky!"

I've been informed that this is good luck.  Eh, we needed new shoes anyway.

Wow, pee and poo both covered in one short blog entry.  I'm offically a mom.

My niece is in 6th grade.  She goes to the elementary school right down the street .  Really close.  This morning I drove to the post office, and on the way home saw my niece walking down the street, away from the school, after the bell rang to begin school.  Hmm.  So I pulled over and asked her where she was going, and she said that her teacher had asked her to run over to her friend's house to retrieve the classroom flag.   Her friend had been awarded the "Flag Award" in November, which allowed her to bring the class flag home for a weekend.  The little girl has been very sick since then, so the classroom has been without a flag.  So, this sixth grade teacher sent my niece off of school grounds, while school was in session, to fetch a flag, so that the class didn't have to say the Pledge to an empty corner anymore.  Is anyone else feeling how very insane this is?  I was really very close to taking her back to my house and letting the teacher sweat it out for a while, but she really wanted to complete her mission, because she saw it as a test of her responsibility and she was kind of honored that her teacher trusted her to do this.  I let her do it, but then I made my presence known in the office.  Then I got the runaround because I'm not her mother, but I assued them that they would be hearing from her soon.  My sister in law is just about the sweetest person on this earth, but you do not want to screw around with the safety of her children.  They have to get a hall pass to go to the bathroom, for crying out loud.

In other news, my mom has been around.  I know that sounds crazy, but there's just no mistaking your mom's presence.  I had a dream that I was standing on the side of a long road, and she pulled up in this fancy red sportscar, rolled down the window, and said "It's ok, I'm doing great!" and then just sped off.  It was so real, every line on her face, her smell, everything was so perfect.  At first it left me feeling small and cold and lonely, but having time to reflect has put it into perspective.  If there is a heaven, it would be just like her to pick out the brightest shiniest race car, after a lifetime of driving Oldsmobiles.  It brought  on a discussion of other things unexpected, like the time she broke her arm because she fell off the dance floor at a gay bar.  And every time someone would ask her how she broke her arm she would just shrug and say "Danging at the Ice Palace" and never even seemed to notice their surprised faces. 

Over the course of a week it happened, my brother would call me and ask if I remember the time she got a bee stuck in her hair, and I would remind him of how she would scream when she lifted up a rock in the back yard and found worms underneath it.  My other brother had the wooden spoon that she threatened us all with shellacked and mounted in a shadow box to hang in the kitchen, and it's a slow process, but we're getting to the point where we can almost think about her and smile.

posted by: AmericanGirl at 12:45 | link | comments (7) |

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