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Blue room
Make me laugh, blue room
Read me good books about firefighters, talking trucks and a silly alligator named Doodle
Play finger puppets with me again
Put on shows for me with funny character voices
Blue room, make me laugh again
Spin me around until I can’t stand on my feet
Hold my car, blue room and I’ll hold the other while we play smash ‘em and crash ‘em
Look down on me every night while I sleep to make certain that nothing bad will come to me
Never be dusty, never be silent or sad—never be blue Read the rest of this entry »
It’s 6:33 on a Sunday morning and I’ve been up for a little over an hour, after shaking myself awake from a dream of T.
My memory of the dream starts with T being in our house for a weekend visit. For some reason, “our house” was a mishmash of where we live now, my childhood home and a house for-sale down the street and around the corner. There were toys every where. My Mom and my nieces and nephews were also there – in the house but in other rooms that I couldn’t see and didn’t attempt to enter. Lucas was more baby than boy, but he moved freely about the house. Read the rest of this entry »
I won’t say how much. It doesn’t matter, since really, I could be thirty and feel seriously old (if only). It’s all about perspective. I have no interest in being thirty again—it was a particularly restive period in my life. And without maturity or life-experience, that younger me was not so much pretty, no. If only you could be thirty and have the wisdom of someone—ahem—at my age. It would be the perfect combination. Read the rest of this entry »
Things I added in the past week:
1 brownie
1 apple cinnamon muffin (which quickly followed the 1 brownie)
3 battered, fried cod fillets
several french fries
5 blueberry pancakes (with syrup)
1 dozen or so Ritz crackers smeared with peanut butter
Things that got no love: Read the rest of this entry »
I am so lucky to have spent your first 4 birthdays with you.
happy birthday, first son.
missing you always
peace out, 2011
It’s 11pm and past my bedtime. I can barely keep my eyes open, so here’s a quick recap of the past 7 days.
Where I lost my way… Read the rest of this entry »
All in all, not a bad 12 days. I gave up some things…
- pumpkin scones and grande soy no-whip hot chocolate from Starbucks
- pumpkin chocolate chip muffins from Whole Foods
- chocolate bundt cake slices from the kosher deli in the building across from office
- Flamer’s fried fish sandwiches and fries
- chocolate chip cookies and milk after dinner
- bagels
- juice
- The elevator
…and added some others: Read the rest of this entry »
About a week ago, I stepped onto the bathroom scale and read the unvarnished, plus-sized truth: I can officially find work as the Pillsbury Dough Boy body-double.
I won’t bore you with the details of my arrival at this rather colossal point. The summary is that, in the past 11 years, I’ve exercised incrementally less and eaten cookies and cake exponentially more. Read the rest of this entry »
