Holy Communion, 1971-double knit polyester heaven.
Oh teh drama.
I could take this blog into the stratosphere with teh drama.
I could tell you stories of a young girl becoming a teenager so fast that you can hear the cells dividing as we speak.
Or I could have Madeleine show up for Christmas when she's of age. Hmmm..... it's her story, her life.
Why yes, I do deserve a medal for not telling the story of her flowering into womanhood (hork! gag! eerk!).
Or do I deserve nothing but a resounding smack upside the head for even bothering to explain why I'll stick to the news that she's been invited to join the JUNIOR BETA CLUB!!!!
I immediately went exploring in my jewelry boxes for my JUNIOR BETA CLUB PIN.
"What are you doing, Mom?" she asked, eyes already beginning to roll into the back of her head where they'll GET STUCK ONE DAY.
"Trying to find my pin. After your induction ceremony, we'll have our picture taken together wearing our pins!"
And I thought the eyes would really get stuck, and I'd have to sterilize my JUNIOR BETA CLUB PIN and try to get her retinas to return to their natural position.
So I'm sitting here at the computer wishing that I was a lousy enough mother to embarass my daughter for hits, and an idea just smacked me upside the head. Ouch!
I'll embarass myself!!!!!
Yep, I kept a diary filled with nauseating angst, and I still have it. Oh my friends, I could get six Judy Blume novels out of it. The first date, the first kiss....all immortalized in a 19 cent notebook.
This is going to go viral!!!
Let's start off slow. For your pleasure and eyerolling, ladeez and gentleman, A Poem. Written by Me. In the 9th grade. The eye exercises will do you good.
Actually, TWO POEMS!!!!! This is your lucky day.
Please fasten your seatbelts and return your trays to the upright position.
JUST ONE DAY
One by one
the lonely days
slip slowly by
in a dreary haze
the sun comes up
the sun goes down
silence falls
upon the town
a day gone by
and what to show?
nothing to say
nothing to know
nothing to do
noone to care
go to school
just sit there
truck on home
uncaring bus
a lonely room
a constant fuss
the silent voices
inside my head
say to me
why aren't you dead?
the world is bleak
when no one shares
it's sad to know
nobody cares
nobody cares
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Artist notes: what an uplifting and cheerful poem!
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JUST ONE DAY
one by one
the happy days
ecstatic blur
dreamy haze
do your work
make them proud
negativity
not allowed
skip and jump
run around
you know your feet
don't touch the ground
look around
and love them all
smile at creatures
great and small
the world is good
when someone shares
it's nice to know
somebody cares
somebody cares
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