My kids have enjoyed going to the the car wash since they were babies. They love watching foamy rainbows of soap slide down their windows and the beads of water chase each other over the front windshield.
This morning we had about 5 minutes while waiting on Emi to finish at the doctor’s office, and our car was G.R.O.S.S. so we hit up a new car wash on that side of town.
It was immediately apparent that we weren’t in your typical rainbow soap car wash. It was dark and loud with flashes of red light. Think the entrance of the Vortex bar in Midtown, if you’re familiar with that section of Atlanta.
Catie was prepared, though. “Mommy, turn on your camera,” she instructed. “Let’s pretend we’re in Hell.”
This kid has been super patient with me while I hang out at her school during the day. I’m working and distracted by adult conversation, but I’m still all up in her space. Even so, she comes by to say hi.
I love her.
This sweet nugget was born 12 years ago today.
A mere two weeks after her due date, she began the festivities when my water broke on a cold, windy day at the zoo. Things have continued pretty much on that course. She does things her own way, in her own time and it’s part of why I love her so much.
I have an unhealthy obsession with pop culture events, and I don’t know why. My current fixation is Richard Simmons. I’m pretty sure he’s being held hostage in his home and I’m not the only one convinced that something is fishy.
You can read all about that right here.
But, even the most dedicated fans of our dear Richard must branch out a bit. It’s important to be well rounded, after all.
Enter Tonya Harding.
Remember her? The 1994 US Figure Skating Championships? She was blamed, along with Jeff Gillooly, Shawn Eckhardt, and Shane Stant, for the attack on fellow skater Nancy Kerrigan. She was crucified by the media and never recovered in terms of her sport. Surely you wonder, as did I, what in the world the last 20+ years have been like for her?
Wonder no more. For the low price of $2.99 you can OWN (not rent, but own for immediate and future viewing at your leisure) 30 for 30: The Price of Gold.
If you watch with an open mind, it’s actually quite interesting. I came out the other side with a different opinion than I’d held for 20 years. It’s not deep, intellectual theatrics, but it’s damn entertaining on a Friday night.
And you betcha this post is filed under “Family & Friends.” Where would you put Richard and Tonya?
Sometimes it takes her a minute to remember if she’s playing soccer or roller derby.
It would be hard to get cuter than naked baby Jack, but Jack in a propeller beanie is pretty close.
Writers make for unfortunate bed mates. I understand that I have no room to talk here, as I think my king size bed is just right for one person, 40 books, 10 notepads, and a small pooch, but it’s been a rough go lately and Catie has needed to sleep with me on a pretty regular basis. I have got to get used to falling asleep by the glow of her laptop, but if I wrote half as much as she did, I’d be in good shape.
As a creative type, I’m constantly making notes – on my phone, tiny scraps of paper, my arm, whatever is handy. My memory just can’t be trusted and if I don’t write it down right away, it’s gone. Probably forever.
Last week, I woke up in the middle of the night and simply had to take a note. This was GOOD stuff and I didn’t want to lose it. This could be IT. The magical words that would lead to my big break.
So in the morning, when I picked up the Post-It Note off the floor, what phrase greeted me? What was my key to literary respect and success?
What in the ever loving hell does that mean?
After careful consideration, my writing group determined that it’s simply a reference to my ovaries and to carry on with my day job.
This is the kind of super-helpful feedback I offer myself during re-reads of my current work in progress. The thing is, this particular tip could work for so many things – the words on this page, whatever is left of my relationship, my life and career. So many options….