The Stink

February 27, 2008

I wish someone had told me that it would kick in out of the blue one day with no warning whatsoever. I mean, really! Who knew? I expected this from a fifteen year old...or maybe even a thirteen year old....but not my ten year old. As I walked past my son, the other day I got a whiff of something really foul. And not the typical dirty kid kinda stinky, but more on the order of full blown man BO - but not quite. Ewwww, I said leaning into him to make sure he was the source.

ME: OMG - is that YOU stinking like that?
HIM: (leaning his own nose deep into his own armpit and sniffing heavily with a HUGE grin on his face) YEAH! Isn't it COOL!

My son was both excited and proud of the fact that he now officially smelled...bad. If someone had told me that I stunk when I was 10, I might have been insulted. Hell, I might have even cried! But here he was standing before me giggling like the child he was, excited about the man he is becoming.

Waiting for me to respond in some way, he gave me two thumbs up and reduced the grin to a half smile.

ME: (after waiting a full minute and dripping of sarcasm) Yeah...it's fabulous. Now...go get a shower! I have to go to the store to pick up some deodorant.

The rule of words

February 21, 2008

What's the rule of words? It's actually my grandmother's rule, and she taught it to me when I was probably around 8 years old. It goes like this:

"Never write down on paper what you wouldn't want to see on the front page of the newspaper".

I follow the rule still, and I write all the time. And obsess. These are my two specialties. I write as often as I can about everything I can, and obsess about everything and anything too. That's just how I roll.

So is it genetic? I write...my grandmother was also a writer, and was even published!  ( yeah...she obsessed too)

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So I went upstairs to tuck my 8 year old daughter into bed this evening, only to find her hunched over a journal writing in the dark. She found a journal that I bought for her last year, and was busily writing it's first entry.

Proudly, she handed it over, and asked me to read it. It was all about her and her life as it is now.

Looking back, I see that she has always been a writer too. Even before she could swing a full blown journal entry, she would write out lists just like her mommy. Only hers were just wavy lines on paper that she would refer back to and consult all day long. (OH - it's 2pm, I have a tantrum and then some pouting scheduled...I can fit you in a little after 4pm. I only have to smack my brother on the head and then I'm free...)

I'll have to explain the rule of words to her soon.

And so it begins...

February 13, 2008

OK, here it is...my first posting on my shiny new blog. Come on in, have a seat. Relax and enjoy yourself. I hope to see you back here often.
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