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I need you so much closer....

Maybe it's the 3 new gray hairs…

Who knows why things fly through the mind. Maybe it’s the Compass Box Scotch/Whiskey (thanks H), or Death Cab for Cutie, or the month of February, or just cleaning all day and making dinner for my little family, but I am reminiscing. My memory is long, tonight these thoughts are sweet, and dear internet, I want to share some of them with you…

It could have been the sleeting rain today, but I remember my Dad would come and wait for us 3 to arrive at the bus stop when it was raining so that we did not have to walk the ½ mile home. Usually he would have boxes of candy with him, Boston Baked Beans, Good N' Plenty, LemonHeads. It would only take ½ a minute to get home, and it was always my favorite car ride.

I remenber my sister Princess Mombi and I used to sit in paper shopping bags in our kitchen, empty all the pots, pans & utensils & play “school.” If only school would have been so much fun, maybe I would have gotten better grades. Or maybe it was just hanging out with Mombi that was so much fun, because when we were working and taking classes together at U of A it was fun all over again.

Then there is Markovicious, my wee sister, as in the littlest, albeit now the tallest, used to draw my friends & I amazing drawings for how young she was at the time. And later, she would make me sculptures in clay. Just in case you were wondering, my 1^st little monkey, I still have them all.

And then I remember my Mom’s 35^th birthday. I was 10 years old, and we got her a leather mini skirt & a silver sequined tank top. We made her get dressed up and dance with us in the kitchen to The Motown Story till my dad took her out “really dancing” at the Library Lounge. My mom, the oldest of 3 crazy girls, had 3 crazy girls of her own before she turned 35. And I have friends who are over 35 and are still not sure if they want to have children. Crazy.

When I turn 35, Ellie will be able to remember my birthday, no doubt, as she will be almost 7. And maybe – there is that chance – that I too will have 2 or 3 crazy kids of my own running around.

So Ellie, if you ever read these rants your Momma puts out there into the great beyond, get me a leather mini skirt & a sequined tank top, & we will dance all night long in the kitchen to our favorite music… and you will always remember, like I remember, there is nothing greater than this love… and we are making history.

“ I need you so much closer/ I need you so much closer/ I need you so much closer/… So come on, so come on, so come on…”

-over and out-

Wanna buy a duck?

We used to play this strange game incessantly when I was younger, we would sit around the kitchen table on Winfield Way, fun chair and all, eating mountains of Chips & Stinky Cheese shit (Velveeta & salsa... yuuummm, it's like WT conqueso) and playing wanna buy a duck. Wanna buy a duck? A What? A Duck. Does it quack? Course it quacks!

I’ve had this game running through my brain on repeat for days now for a few reasons, and here they are:

1. Elliott has a new little fuzzy duck that when you squeeze its belly it quacks REALLY REALLY REALLY LOUD 4 times. Like this: QUA-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK, QUA-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK,
QUA-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK,
QUA-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK. She loves it and grins and sometimes giggles and looks up as if to say, you better buy me a real duck for my birthday, I want constant quacking. Do you hear me?

2. Lilah. She may not be a duck, but we have finally come to terms with the fact that Lilah needs a new place to live. So all I hear in my head when I look at her is: Wanna buy a duck? Go ahead and judge me if you want, but I feel that I am doing a better service to lilah by finding her a new and loving home than I am keeping her in this state of limbo that she has been living in with baby. Every day she looks at Ellie with eyes that say: I want to know what she tastes like. She looks like a big pink treat, and I want it. It’s sad, I know, but really, what am I supposed to do?

3. This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home: is Ellie’s new favorite game. She shakes with excitement when I start to count off the toes, getting to the littlest piggy, and she knows that she is going to be tickled. She is not too sure what tickling is yet, but she knows that she likes it. She also loves the songs, The Wheels on the Bus & Old MacDonald, which lead me to believe that my life is going to feel like a scratched CD stuck in the changer. She is gonna love wanna buy a duck once she’s old enough, I see it coming.

In Other News:

I still hate Dell computers. This post has taken me almost 1 hour to complete because this piece of shit is so f-ing slow. If its Fer's online porn boggin this machine down, he is gonna have some explaining to do! LMAO.

-over and out-

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I love technology,

Not as much as you, you see, but I still love technology. If you don't know what I am talkin bout, please rent Napoleon Dynamite and get with it. ;-)

So sorry, sweet internet, for neglecting you. But you should have known I would be back to wish you a happy Valentines day! I have come back from the brink of death, just in time to turn 28. I thought there for a moment last week that I was totally going out, rock star style, at a sweet 27, since the bronchitis was kicking my ass. But alas, here i am, antibiotic-free and left with only a residual cough. Word up. It was a pretty good birthday weekend, although it did not really feel like my b-day. Maybe its the baby, maybe its 28, who knows. But, KatoChanel threw me an awesome birthday party on Sat night, and we did (finally!) get out of the house for a dinner, just me & Fer for the first time since before Elliott was born. I think almost 7 months is long enough, don't you? It was really nice to be out again, enjoying eachother's company. Thanks Fer.

New babies abound today! My bestest friend Yucca gave birth this very AM to a 5lb 10oz baby boy, Emmit Finn Tarr. (hopefully I spelled that right) I like all the double letters in that kid's name. Apparrently he's super cute, albeit a little banged up from his trip out, which I would not have expected. (read that anyway you want, LAMO) Everyone is fine and healthy, which is AWESOME. Congratulations!!!!

In Other News:

Elliott is becoming an amazing baby. We are entering into this super cool phase in her development and she is just so happy and alert all the time. Gone is the crying and needyness, I have a smiling, napping, playful child in her place and we are having great fun. I know, I know, suck it up now, it could change any day. And I am. ;-)

PS: I will try to be better this week, dear internet, with the updates. And maybe I should put more sarcasm back in here before I wind up with a bunch of sappy pap. We'll see.

-over and out-

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