MarcellaLee
When I type accuracy in spelling is absolutely ridiculous. It isn't that I can't spell, in fact I am a wonderful speller, but something about my brain thinking about the keys and finger movements and correct letters at the same time ends in poorly written text.
Oh, camping. Funny. We just purchased a 1994 camper at one of those year round campgrounds. I can not wait to get away from our miserable neighbors all summer. I fancy that I will have the carefree summer I used to read about and long for. I am sure it won't be as carefree as all that, but still...
Rocket to the moon... in my youth (aka my pre-children 20s) I followed all of the latest rockabilly bands. One band had a song about rocketing to the moon and I really remember loving it. In my old age (aka mid-children late 30s) I'm struggling to remember the song and the band.
I recently became obsessed with shirts with stripes. I am way behind the trend in the rockabilly world, and who knows what regular people are wearing. I just put on my last striped shirt that I bought at Target actually. I got coconut oil on it so it has gone from a shirt I wear out to a shirt I wear to bed and feel badly about.
I remember the first flyer for a punk show at the Cafe Savoie that I was given. I was excited that the kids who I thought were cool decided to include me in the group. Who knew that I'd be married with three kids to one of them.
Some days I want to run and hurl myself off of a cliff. It is a fast fading feeling but a frequent one. I am pretty sure I'd never actually do that in real life though, it just feels some days that it'd be a good idea.
As I am trying to not watch my four year old have a complete nutty because I asked her to find her cup, I am thinking that maybe I should have opted for the full week preschool. After twin boys with Autism pulling these stunts, I have little tolerance for the neurotypical child doing it completely deliberately.
I hate the sound of someone rifling through papers or through a bag of chips. It makes me nuts. I do not hate however the sound I make whilst rifling though papers and what not. It is all perspective. I feel very important when I do it, I feel like I may be accomplishing something. Of course when you do it I feel like you're just trying to irritate me to the point of insanity.
Something so simple as talking about your next birthday party should not be the cause of fisticuffs for seven year olds. I hate that their Autism makes every day things so difficult for them.
The Stand is one of my favorite mini-series. I like the book, but I absolutely adore the made for television series. I was a freshman in high school when it came out and it is one of the few times that I can remember sitting with my mom and watching something and both laughing and enjoying the same thing.
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