tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61851702011-08-25T01:07:50.712-04:00<center>Mourning is a process.<BR><BR>Comments on breast cancer by proxy, written by a woman coping with the loss of her mother.</center>Emilinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05555834098062517763noreply@blogger.comBlogger3001100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185170.post-40219219179752984722009-08-24T22:42:00.002-04:002009-08-24T22:47:16.252-04:00

Tonight, I held Sanna while she sobbed that she doesn't want to die. Six years ago, I held my mother while she did the same. I wish I had known what to say either time. Six years ago, I said nothing. Tonight, I simply said, "I know."All I knew was to keep on holding.

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I called my mother on the phone today. Rather, I called the owner of my mother's former business, and the new owner, for whatever reason, has kept my mother's voice on the answering machine. After her death, when the business was being run by my father and still operating in his home, it made sense to keep it. I don't know if it doesn't make sense, if it's illogical to keep it now, but I can

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I have to remind myself too often that Sanna and I are not the same person, but I forget. Maybe my mother was a better parent (likely) or I was a more compliant child (less likely) or my disposition and behavior are remembered inaccurately and flatteringly (middling possibility). There are stories of my rare tantrums, including one particular one in which I screamed at my mother that my

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In the car on the way to Brooke's last pregnancy-related midwife appointment, Brooke asked me when my brother's birthday was, because she couldn't remember."April.""April," Sanna repeated, thinking. "April, like... Grandma's!""Yes! And your Grandma S, too. Her birthday is three days after Uncle P's. She's my mom, and she's also Uncle P's mom like you and Karl have the same moms.""And she's my

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I talked about my mother in the present tense today. "My mother says that," I told someone who knows full well that my mother is dead. "My mother used to say," I corrected myself, "that that would be a funny way to go, getting hit by a cookie truck." I talked about it a little too much, trying to quell my discomfort about forgetting that she's dead. "Just think," I said to my supervisor and

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My mother got pregnant at 18, and that child was adopted by another family. I learned about this event when I was 21, and my mother told me any of a number of things about the experience. I remember some of them clearly. Others I never thought to learn from her. Still others are not clear to me as facts. One thing I know is that my mother never tried to find the girl child who was reared by

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Another good woman, dead from cancer

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My grandmother is locked away in the geriatric behavior unit at some hospital. She said that she’s severely depressed and can’t eat.I have no idea how old she is. Somewhere in her 80s, I think. She hasn’t met Sanna yet, for the simplest of reasons. My grandmother and I haven’t seen one another since my mother’s funeral. Prior to that week, I saw her around the time of my grandfather’s, her

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My mother has been showing up in dreams lately. She's back to her healthy self and looks how I had hoped I would remember her. In these dreams, we get in the car together to drive somewhere, and I can smell her perfume. Or I call her on the phone, and we chat.It's nice to see her again. Someone told me that the day would come when I would look forward to dreaming about her. Given my prior

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The Monitor (Kampala)September 4, 2006At least 4000 infants and young children die everyday in Uganda due tolack of breastfeeding. This was disclosed by the Health Minister incharge of General Duties, Dr Richard Nduhura in Gulu on Tuesday.Nduhura was addressing a rally to mark the World Breastfeeding Week."Everyday, as many as 4000 infants and young children die because theyare not breastfed. Why

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Our sermon this week was about dying and giving in to death. Our preacher discussed how for those of us who are control freaks, asking for help is giving in and giving up. We give in to help the way we give in to our mortality, and only in doing those things can we truly live.In the months since Sanna’s birth, I’ve reached a place of true comfort. My life is the way I want it, and for the first

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I’m hungry and have been gnawing on the nearly kaput edge of a wedge of parmesan. I’m the kind of person who eats parmigiano-reggiano for a snack, and I don’t entirely know what that says about me, other than that I’m a pretentious snob. We eat a lot of really expensive cheese, but since we’re also hippies, we save the rinds in the freezer for cooking.We had friends over for dinner, and Brooke

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Brooke asked me last night if her eyes looked yellow. She has blue eyes with a ring of greenish-brown in the middle, so I thought she might reasonably be talking about that. I tried to ask if she was talking about the whites of her eyes, but I couldn't remember the word for it, and all I came up with was "Scalia," which is wrong on a number of levels, not the least of which is that he just

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I just ordered a dress from Motherwear. The customer service was great, as always, and the dress arrived lickety-split. I don’t normally like nursing clothes in practice—in theory, they’re great. The only nursing clothes I like for myself are nursing tanks, and those give me plugged ducts. It’s all around a bad thing, so I’ve abandoned any hope of nursing modestly. See my belly, what do I

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I have a non-routine, diagnostic mammogram on June 29. I'll be back when I have more to say about that.

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I had a really intense dream early this morning. We had a photo of me as an infant, and we scanned it. Somehow, we could make the infant me appear in reality by double-clicking on the picture. (This might be evidence of me spending too much time in front of a computer.) I did. I held the infant me against my chest. We were heart to heart. I was soft and warm, and the weight of my infant

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From the inbox:Mother's Day is just around the corner (May 14th). Here is a very meaningful way to show the special women in your life how much you love and appreciate them. You can honor the special women in your life by taking a simple action to help empower women around the world.It's easy - click here to urge Congress to increase funding for international family planning programs.Right now

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This hasn't been blogged about enough. I know most of you already know about the basics of these issues, but the facts as reported here* are outstanding.The new lies about women's healthBy Brian AlexanderPolitical groups tell them, the government buys them—and worst of all, your doctor may pass them on to you. Alarmed? You should be.For the past 15 years, Ruth Shaber, M.D., has been an ob-gyn in

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Happy birthday, Mom.You’d be 56 today. Since you died, you got yourself two more descendents. Brock is so big and looks just like Hope. Sanna is tiny, but she looks just like you. Of course, she looks like me, too.Remember how much Hannah looked like me when she was tiny? Sanna looks even more like me. Hannah is still mistaken for my child from time to time, and well, the whole thing is a

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Sanna, in her first weeks, strongly resembles my mother in her last weeks: sleepy, bald, and helpless. It has been suggested that, rather than a normal pregnancy, I grew her in a pod on my arm, and from that, I hear that she looks remarkably like me. She has my nose, but everything else about her reminds me of my mother.The second anniversary of my mother’s death passed here on Postcards of

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I went into work late the other morning. Brooke and I spent some much needed time curled up in bed, our wrists and ankles woven together, feeling Ebry shift and kick. We’re in our last days before the task of raising Ebry becomes fulltime. Soon, our bed will no longer be a haven of blankets, comforters, quilts, and pillows. It will be a bastion of activity: eating, burping, changing, and (I

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A good friend of Mom's died late last week. She's someone I've known since I was 11 or 12. I saw her several times a week through Mom's work. She was present and comforting in Mom's illness and death. She was quite ill in the last months of her life, a fact of which I hadn't been aware. I will miss her deeply.

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Brooke and I were nominated by Grace for the best LGBT blog at the Best of Blogs. They liked us enough to make us finalists.I think this means that I'm supposed to ask you to vote for us. Would you vote for us? Please? I haven't won anything since I was the Queen of the Circus for a Day when the circus came to town when I was small. If I win, I promise I'll post pictures of me as an elementary

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I may have just received the best gift I could have gotten: for Ebry to have two legal mommies. It’ll take some time. It’ll be a lot of money and a lot of driving, but we just might be able to do it.No details yet. I’m still plotting the logistics.In a conversation with my father about the various ways in which one’s will and/or trust can be arranged, he mentioned that his is arranged per

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I don’t have a whole lot to say right now. Brooke and I are feeling well, simultaneously eager to meet Ebry and anxious that there are so many things to get done before Ebry’s arrival. The midwife said that they strongly recommend induction at 42 weeks, but she also offered that it’s for institutional reasons, not medical ones. Mom’s births were all past 40 weeks gestation, so I assume mine

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A prize to the first person to correctly guess what this is:

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Looking to make the world a slightly better place? Interested in doing it for the 2005 tax year? I knew you were.I have three recommendations. They all focus on hunger, and I give money to all of them. Jesus, as you might know, was big into making sure that the hungry were fed. Whether or not you think Jesus is the Christ, you probably think that feeding the hungry is an admirable thing to

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It suddenly occurs to me that it's possible I'll deliver on the anniversary of my mother's death. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

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or: Evildoers, Part IIIHope and my MIL threw a large baby shower for Ebry. We had expected about fifty people, but fewer than that arrived. Brooke’s side of the family—her dad’s family and mom’s friends—made quite a showing, but my side of the family is less reliable, it seems.Truthfully, I hadn’t expected much out of my mom’s side of the family. My father’s remaining sister (the quiet and

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For full details, please see the link below. "Most Wanted" Corporate Human Rights Violators of 2005 By Global ExchangeCorporations carry out some of the most horrific human rights abuses of modern times, but it is increasingly difficult to hold them to account. Economic globalization and the rise of transnational corporate power have created a favorable climate for corporate human rights abusers,

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Monday, December 12, 2005Deb PriceFive years later, gay car enthusiasts still gush about their Motor City gathering: The Big Three rolled out the welcome mat -- showing off futuristic autos, providing tours and even giving out Ford T-shirts."It was a once-in-a-lifetime thing," recalls Frank Markus of Lambda Car Club International's Detroit chapter, where half the members work in auto-related jobs

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The shower was great. My father arrived Friday afternoon, and we ate pizza and sat around bullshitting Friday evening. Saturday morning, we had a brief visit from Paul, Hannah, and Brock while Brooke and Hope made for the shower site to get things ready. After being laid up for a week, my pulled pelvic muscle was nearly healed, so I spent Saturday afternoon milling around, greeting people, and

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Joint Statement on Media Reports of Ford Motor Company Entering Into Confidential Agreement with American Family Association:We are deeply dismayed by reports in the media and otherwise that the Ford Motor Company has entered into a confidential agreement with the extremist American Family Association (AFA) that requires Ford to stop advertising in lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT)

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And back!Tuesday, November 22nd: Got a case of the Yucky-Feeling ThroatWednesday the 23rd: Skived off work; went to midwife for routine visit; traveled to Dad’s placeUS Thanksgiving—Thursday the 24th: Watched Hannah and Brock, “helped” Brooke prepare Thanksgiving entrée, attended dinner at sister-in-law’s aunt’s place; lost voiceFriday the 25th: Felt searing pain in throat; took Christmas

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I'm coming down with a nasty cold. Yuck.

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People have said that to me a number of times since I started making it public that I got myself knocked up. I tell them that I don’t know if the fetus is a boy or a girl, and they respond, smiling, “As long as it’s healthy.”Fuck that. I come back to the idea that my child might have cystic fibrosis or any other of a number of conditions or illnesses, genetic or not, and I realize that I just

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Not too long ago, a woman on one of the pregnancy boards I read asked how much money we spent on things for the baby. The responses ranged from just over two thousand to several thousand dollars. I was blown away. Then I added it up. CostItem$82Bras$50Fat pants, for that pre-maternity wear stage$150Maternity clothes: two tank tops, one sleeveless shirt, two pairs of shorts, eight pairs of undies

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Sometimes, when dishwashers die, they go up in a puff of smoke. "Go up" being figurative; "puff of smoke" being, unfortunately, literal. The soul of this dishwasher, my dishwasher, is evidently in Hell now, should there be such a place.A closeup of the face, for posterity's sake.

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If I don't link to you and you would like me to do so, please email me. It's nothing personal. I'm just not very good at keeping up with all the blogs. Emailing me will assist in this whole keeping up with the blogs thing.Also, if there's anything you'd like me to post about, let me know either in the comments or by email. The fetus is eating my brain and making me just a little (ha!) stupid,

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Have you a wood fireplace? It turns out that the reason it's important to leave the flue open until all of the coals are done glowing is because of risk of carbon monoxide, not just fire risk.Friday night, the last of the flames died around 11:00pm, so it was just barely glowing when I closed the flue and went to bed around 1:00am. At 2:15, the carbon monoxide detector went off. Earlier in the

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Sold! My blog is worth $66,051.18.How much is your blog worth?

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With apologies to Delany and Nella for subject matter.Cheese.com is my new best friend. That is all.

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Last week at childbirth class, the instructor spoke about trying to get past some of our major fears and concerns about the childbirth experience, saying that working through our fears could help prevent serious problems. She mentioned specifically fears about how much or little pain we could handle, about what might go wrong, and about how past sexual or emotional abuse could hinder us. We

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Here is the real Mike Wazowski. However, not too far from where I live, another Mike Wazowski made an appearance this weekend.Ours was the only Mike Wazowski we saw at the trick-or-treating event. Brooke and I did see a small Sully, but he and Mike never did get together.Mike just mostly hung out with Mom.

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I've only been a full-time lesbian for seven years or so now, but it's been a fantastic experience all around. Many thanks to my lovely wife, Brooke, for making it so.

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Town I was born in:Town I live in now:My name:My grandmother's name:My favorite food:My favorite drink:My favorite song:My favorite smell:This is from Wannabemom-- You have to do a google image search and post an image of the following: the town you were born in, the town you live in now, your name, your grandmother's name, your favorite food, your favorite drink, your favorite song, and your

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For the last few months, I’ve noticed a new person/dog pair walking on my street. The dog is one of several all or mostly black medium-sized pooches. The person at first looked very old to me, but I soon realized she just looked like my mom: fuzzy head, pale skin, glasses.I saw her on my way to the bus last week, and we exchanged pleasantries about the weather. She takes small, quick steps.

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Am I the only one who thinks this is funny?

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Brock, shown below at approximately 9 months of age, turned one yesterday. His birthday party is this weekend. His big sister calls him Broccoli--she learned that from her father--but it sounds more like Bockwee.Happy birthday, handsome. We're going to have a big party on Sunday.

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I could say that if I knew that Ebry were a boy, but I don’t. I felt like saying it anyway.The issue that’s bothering me the most this week is food:1. On Wednesday, my childbirth prep teacher told us that we needed to be getting 100 grams of protein per day if we had any hope of not getting preeclampsia. She cited some spotty research by a doctor who doesn’t believe in control groups, and that

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I know I'm a Harry Potter freak. Yes, my cats are named Quidditch and Muggle.This site is stressing me out something awful. I don't know what to do with this information.

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Brooke and I are both feeling Ebry kick now, and we're learning more about Ebry's personality. So far, extra buttery croissants are popular.

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We had Hannah (now 2.5) and Brock (almost 1) at Dad's cabin this weekend. While I was combing my hair after my shower, my tank top lifted up enough to show part of my belly. She pointed at my belly and asked, "What's that?" "I'm growing you a cousin," I told her."Cousin?" "Yeah, a cousin." "Elmo!" Monday, I told Paul and Hope about this when we dropped off the kids. I got as far as Hannah asking

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Last night, I went to Target to buy bins. Bins! We absolutely had to have bins right then. I got five sage green 18 gallon bins; each was $4. I bought one of those cubby hole shoe holders for the closet. I bought two 13-packs of hangers (why 13 in a pack? does it have something to do with bias against superstitious people?) and a Dora the Explorer rubbery placemat. The placemat will go to

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For background information about my grandmother, go here, here, and/or here.Back in February, on the ride home from the rosary at Brooke’s grandpa’s funeral viewing, my father said, “I had occasion to lie to your grandmother recently.”He has a tendency to start conversations in amusing and intriguing ways.He told me that she had asked if I wanted anything of hers, and my father, ever the diplomat

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Last night, I froze the leftover chili, made dough for two loaves of sweet bread (froze one, the other is now rising), made soup stock, and made and froze soup. I'm ready to nest, baby. Bring it on.

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Brooke and I celebrate our third wedding anniversary today. We have a lot of changes coming up this year, and I’m looking forward to most of them. I’m not looking forward to working opposite shifts so that we don’t have to pay for childcare, but all of the other stuff, like having a baby and being mommies, should prove to be good.I don’t know what I would do without her, though. Brooke has

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I spent two hours on the phone with my dad the other night. It was a really good time. We talked about everything from gutters to acupuncture. We enjoyed ourselves so much that I was stunned when I looked up at the clock to find that it was nearly midnight.I like spending time with my dad. He seems to enjoy spending time with me, too. My friends like him, and he likes them. My dad is easy

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I’m not happy. I would like all of you, all of my friends and family, and I would even like me to believe that I am happy. I’m calm. I’m capable of dealing with stress when it comes. I’m capable of making decisions that allow me to avoid stress. I’m thrilled that I’m pregnant. I’m thrilled to be embarking on a new chapter in my life, one where I’m going to be a parent.Brooke mentioned the

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Brooke’s uncle, the one who drank himself into a seizure at her Grandpa’s funeral, has another subdural hemotoma and has had his activity level limited. No driving, no lifting anything over ten pounds, no power tools, and so on. Brooke’s aunt, an odd woman with no tact who married into Brooke’s complicated family, was reporting the various medical tests and procedures he’s recently endured.“The

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Brooke and I have been a little stressed about finances lately. There are some things that really need to be done in and to the house, and we’re not in a position to do all of them at once. Suffice it to say that when the basement rec room started flooding during a recent storm, we were not pleased. Brooke made me call my father to thank him for giving me a wet/dry vacuum for my birthday some

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I’m a cystic fibrosis carrier. This is relatively new information to me. I’ve known for almost two weeks, but by now, I’ve pretty much grown accustomed to this reality.Finding out that I’m a carrier brought up more questions than it answered. What do I do now? How do I get him tested? What do I need to know about my mutation? What are my odds, his odds, the kid’s odds? Do I terminate if

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This guy needs some smartening up, and maybe a better attorney. Washington (AP) - It was supposed to be a short sentencing hearing - a mere formality - until a man who threatened to blow up his van near the White House said he might do it again.Lowell Timmers of Cedar Springs, Michigan, was supposed to have been sentenced to 34 months in prison - just under three years - after pleading guilty to

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Unfortunately, ultrasound technology has not evolved enough to allow us to see the expression on Ebry's face as s/he devises future schemes. As you'll notice, I've taken the liberty of calling Ebry "Baby" on this image. I'm too lazy to make more than one photo edit, and I plan to send this out to a few folks who don't need to know that Brooke and I named the kid already.This is Ebry at 7 weeks

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You should go do this.

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Hey, guess what? Ebry's a fetus!Ebry is somewhere around 1.5 to 2.0cm long, and is in the process of developing her/his various organs. The upcoming developmental stage, as you will see in the image below, is the Development of the Evil Plot.Note how the tiny fetus's fingers touch à la Mr. Burns.Brooke and I are reading up on babies in order to get ahead. Important lessons include How to Avoid

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I’ve been working on this entry for a week and a half. I was waiting to get through yesterday to post it, and although I guessed that I may have jinxed it by writing this so far in advance, I couldn’t not write it.Two weeks ago, I sat on my mother’s grave and wept longer and harder than I ever have. I’m going through this loss all over again because I have to do something permanent and

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But I do want to tell you that my uncle, you know, Uncle McJackass, is a member of the state's Polka Hall of Fame. For all of his assholery, he's actually quite good.Oh, and I may have mentioned that my grandmother has her own set of problems. Several months ago, my father communicated to me that she made arrangements for her own funeral services and for the dog after her death. Peppy, the

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Tagged by Frog List your 6 favorite songs and tag 6 others to do the same.1. The One Who Knows, Dar Williams2. Love Will Come to You, Indigo Girls3. Spirit of Gentleness, Jim Manley4. Towards the Horizon, Carrie Newcomer5. If I Could, Storyhill (aka Chris and Johnny)6. Fly Me Back, Brenda WeilerI tag:Jen, of Addition ProblemsKrup, of Edit BarnGosling, of Gray Goose WatchTrisha, of the least of my

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My sister-in-law has never had much luck with women friends. In high school, there was Bobbi Jo and Angela. Later on, she struggled with Roanna and Tara. They all had their own set of problems, ranging from self-destructive behavior to mental illness. One faked her own rape to cover up adultery. None were particularly good friends. None were there for her when she needed them, even though

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Hannah says... And means... Papa Paternal grandfather Papa Bill Maternal grandfather Papa Mama Maternal grandmother Bob Bob The penguin my benevolent parents bought for me at the zoo in Seattle, and the first thing I named Bock Darling brother Emmy Aunt Emilin or Aunt Brooke Daddy Father, mother, or nearby man Mommy Father, mother, or nearby woman Hopie Mother Maggie

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Brooke just got home from her allergy shot. Muggle was sitting on the back step. Muggle is an indoor cat. You might say to yourself, “How would Muggle have gotten to the back step if he’s an indoor cat?” I would interrupt your private conversation and tell you that Muggle has a habit of breaking out of the house via window screens.Earlier this season, I repaired two screens by removing the

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Cait from Addition Problems deserves your praise. She successfully tested her black belt in Tae Kwon Do on Saturday after years of hard work, during many of which she was treated for Lyme Disease, and after a horribly stressful year for her family.For you, Cait: an organic cookie sweetened with unrefined sugar.Well done.

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In two months, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince comes out. Have you ordered your copy yet?If you’ve ordered it from Bounders or Bunns & Noodle (tip o’ the, uh, keyboard to Alison Bechdel), please do the right thing and pass it off to someone who doesn’t know any better. You know better. I know this about you. You know enough to order it from an independent store, a store owned by a

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By the way, tomorrow is my birthday. Send me your greetings, and I’ll reward you for your efforts.

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My little workerI told you we didn't get along.

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1) When, and how, did you become a vegetarian?I started the process when I learned about trichinosis at age 12. I abandoned all pork products immediately. At 15, I learned about mad cow disease. That wasn’t so much the problem as the fact that many farms were grinding up dead cows and feeding them to the other cows. Turning an herbivore into a cannibal really upset me, so I stopped eating the

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#1 hit for what makes a frog a good swimmer? Sorry, Frog. I won.

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1) What’s your favorite part of participating in community-supported agriculture? And, the flip side, the most frustrating?Superficially, it’s all about the kale. Curly kale, red Russian kale, dinosaur kale, kale kale kale kale. After that, it’s knowing the farmer. It’s intensely satisfying to know who planted the seeds and harvested the food that I’m eating. The world feels a little smaller

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I'd like to help you doctorYes I really really wouldBut the din in my headIt's too much and it's no goodI'm standing in a windy tunnelShouting through the roarAnd I'd like to give the informationYou're asking forBut blood makes noiseIt's a ringing in my earBlood makes noiseAnd I can't really hear youIn the thickening of fearI think that you might want to knowThe details and the factsBut there's

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If I knew I’d be dead in less than five years, what would I do today?Read the juicy parts of the paper and forget about the boring stuff. Write letters to Hannah and Brock and Brooke’s baby sister. Buy that fancy bubble dress from the expensive clothes store in the quaint part of town. Buy the beautiful dress that Brooke found in the same store. Find a four-star restaurant and take Brooke. Go

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I’m narcissistic. We’ve covered this before, haven’t we? I’m also obsessive and find it very interesting to know who links to me, how people find me on Google, and in what time zone my various readers reside.To the person whose internet domain is saputocheese.com: Please email me. I’d love to know who you are. You needn’t announce yourself publicly, but if you would be so kind as to just

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I just learned about googlewhacking, a wonderful way to pass the time. It turns out that spelling counts, and rambuncious barrette won me nothing.callipygous pangea, on the other hand, takes the cake.

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Happy birthday to you.Happy birthday to you.Happy birthday, dear Mo-om.Happy birthday to you.

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I’m not as good a person as Frog. This will not be a pope-free zone.I’m upset on behalf of the littlest monk, the kids attending Catholic schools in Detroit, and myself. Dan Savage gave us a good column on this issue—ignoring the stuff about the zombies and the chastity fetish—and frankly, I can’t say that I disagree with him.I have a soft spot in my heart for Catholics. Until we moved when I

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The Day of Truth was established to counter the promotion of the homosexual agenda and expresses an opposing viewpoint from a Christian perspective. Participating students are encouraged to wear T-shirts and pass out cards (not during class time) with the following message:I am speaking the Truth to break the silence. I believe in equal treatment for all, and not special rights for a few. I

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Mr. Acu Man wants me to start eating meat and plans to move back to Germany on August 1.He was unable to provide any reason for eating meat other than that it was somehow the best thing. He insisted that it’s not about protein but couldn’t tell me what the purpose was nor what other foods would help fill in the gaps. I asked for alternatives. He suggested beef broth. Beef broth is not

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In the hopes of tempering my migraines, depression, anxiety, and insomnia, I sought out the help of an acupuncturist. I had a visit with him yesterday, figuring I'd give it a shot, since it's cheaper than therapy.He told me "person to person" that he thinks I need more time to grieve the loss of my mother, and that he can't help me with my emotional problems. He did, however, agree to treat

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Hannah was flipping through her small photo book, and she got to a picture of her being held by my mother. She pointed at Mom and said, “Grandma!”Yes, baby girl. That’s your grandma. I wish she knew you now.

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I'm learning more and more about my father. I think he's an amazing person, and I'm humbled by how much Brooke is like him. They both love me.Here's a song by Warren Zevon that my father has been enjoying lately. It's performed by Jill Sobule.Don't let us get sickDon't let us get oldDon't let us get stupid, all right?Just make us be braveAnd make us play niceAnd let us be together tonight

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Where do you go with the words you don't have? What do you do when your guts eat you from the inside because you don't know what to say?I feel like I'm 15 again. I hated 15. I thought I was done with these sick, anxious days that appear out of nowhere. Do I blame my weekend of social drinking and the seven missed doses of antidepressants? It's almost too easy.When I was 15, my father lost his job

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My father is in the ER with a burned larynx. He made himself corned beef and cabbage with potatoes and carrots, and he ate a potato that was too hot. I have a few (Guiness) guesses (Guiness) about how (Guiness) he might not have (Guiness) noticed. They're keeping him to watch for infection. We have a house full of guests planned for this weekend.I wonder how many cigarettes he smoked between the

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Have you Spamused yourself today?I've had new waves of grief lately. None of it has been clean or viscerally emotional or packageable. There are no lists or stream of consciousness rambles. That's why I think you should go Spamuse yourself. Maybe I can bring you a little joy today.

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Hannah is two. She’s a bright, independent kid who likes cats and running laps around the dining room table. Two hours at Chuck E. Cheese was more than enough. If I never go there again, it will be too soon. Bad pizza, too much noise, too many flashing lights, and a giant mechanical mouse wearing a football jersey. Surely, this is hell.Fortunately, there’s a small area set aside for toddlers

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i have been floated to this thought this houron a series of events i cannot explain--Olivia Tremor ControlI can't quite tell you the relevance of this right now. I'm not sure I know it myself, but it was playing in the car this morning on my way to work, and I felt compelled to post it.If you haven't heard much of OTC's stuff, you should look into them. They're wonderful.

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Whoever thought the day would come when I have nothing to say? It's not meme time, is it?No, it's not. It's Popeye the Sailor Man time!

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It's no longer February! Woohoo! The worst month of the year for Brooke and for me is now officially over! There will be much rejoicing.Also cause for rejoicing is Brooke's birthday. Happy birthday to Brooke! Go over to her (never ever updated) blog and wish her a good one.

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Greasy Cousin Richard’s real name is Richard, and his wife really is called Fuzzy. Aunt L said that her name is Mary Ellen or something, but Fuzzy said, “Everyone calls me Fuzzy.” So we call her Fuzzy.Fuzzy looks like a zombie.Uncle P got through cranial surgery just fine and is recuping in the ICU for some period of time. Brooke’s dad promised to come back for Uncle P’s funeral.Uncle P’s wife

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