Spoons   1 comment

I have already broken one of my halfhearted resolutions. I cried for the third day in a row. Life is hard. And it isn’t fair. Not even a little bit.

February will be the one year anniversary of the downward spiral of my daughter. She isn’t dying. Her condition isn’t life threatening. I feel like I need to apologize, we are fortunate. We get to keep her (as far as anyone can) for now. Knowing all of that, life is still hard for her. Standing, walking, eating, sleeping, they were all easy for her at one time. Now they are WORK. How do you sleep when you always have a migraine? How do you eat when you are always nauseous and in pain? How do you walk when you have about two minutes before you lose your vision and hope you can sit down quickly before you fall?

When I look in my girl’s eyes, I want to tell her to hope, but instead I pray for strength. Courage. The ability to keep singing in the crap (or is that storm?).

How do we know if she is part of the 80% or the unfortunate 20%?


Posted January 4, 2011 by comomma in Uncategorized

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An Open Letter to Banana-Throwers   1 comment

Dear Sir,

When you pulled up in the parking lot, eating your banana, I was busy tying my shoes. You see, I was working up the energy to walk into the gym in front of all those people and just use the stupid machines already. Ahem. So, while tying and talking myself into the madness, I happened to watch you pull up in your very clean car, that has a street value of at least twice my crayon-colored, funky-smelling minivan. And I watched you throw your half-eaten banana onto the ground. TWO FEET FROM A TRASH CAN. I have to apologize for what happened next. I should have waited quietly in my car, you were nearly past it when I jumped out and asked you if you’d like me to pick up your banana. I should not have responded to your “But it’s biodegradable” comment, but I did anyway. You graciously conceded defeat when I mentioned how happy the bugs in the landfill will be, to feast upon this piece of organic treasure. Thank you for thanking me for picking up your trash.


Definite Maybe

Posted July 25, 2009 by comomma in Uncategorized

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A Year   2 comments

I had actually forgotten I had a blog. Thanks Jess for the link to myself! And then of course I had forgotten my password. It was like Junior High all over again and I couldn’t open my locker. Thankfully I didn’t have to admit this to the janitor and have to hear him sigh that I had done it AGAIN, and that perhaps I should write it down somewhere and carry it on my person, since it was a habit.

Posted June 3, 2009 by comomma in Uncategorized

Sniping Works.   2 comments

I won that darn iPod. It is great and it holds all of our music and contains enough space for us to spend several hundred dollars filling it. Or something.

And, my apologies to Melissa, in a previous post I said “reader” and that should have been “readers” to accommodate Melissa. There are two of you and I can hardly keep up!

Posted June 9, 2008 by comomma in Uncategorized

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BFF!!!   1 comment

I was recently “found” by someone that I couldn’t remember. I had to dig out the old yearbooks and find the source of “Hi, Definite, this is long-lost friend from high school!!!! How are you?” So I dug around and found this person and no, I still don’t remember her. BUT, it was great fun reading all those notes about “don’t change” and “have a great summer” and “you are my BEST friend” I, evidently, had a lot of those. I don’t remember that either.

Anyway, I took to perusing the pictures and I am just as in love with getting my picture taken now as I was then. Other than the school portrait, I avoided looking at the camera head-on. And then I found one that had me looking down, and writing on a notebook. With a teacher sitting right next to me. Now, you might NOT have recognized me, but the yearbook staff are nothing if they aren’t thorough. There was a caption. And it read: “Mrs. Math Teacher can be seen on campus many times when she comes to tutor students in math. Junior Definite Maybe works through a problem under the watchful eyes of Mrs. Math Teacher.”

Now I want this to be noted that I never made a secret of my inability to compute, HOWEVER, I have four yearbooks. There isn’t another picture of anyone else getting tutored in math preserved for all posterity. Were there no other shots of cute cheerleaders decorating the gym, or chess club kids competing, or ANYTHING ELSE? I know they wanted action shots of “learning” under the title “Math and Sciences.” But after school tutoring???

I’m a little ticked. And I thought all those people were my best friends? How could they betray me like that?

Posted June 9, 2008 by comomma in Uncategorized

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So, I’m reading juvenile fiction…   1 comment

OK. I admit it. I have read, and re-read the first three books in the four-book series by Stephenie Meyer. Yes, vampires. Yes, teen romance. Yes, werewolves. Alright already!!! But they are lovely book candy and I can’t wait until the final book comes out. And, no, you can’t talk to me from the moment the book arrives until I have finished it. Because I will be mean and crabby and distracted. Although, if you are my kids, I am going to institute a firm “no” policy – whatever you ask me while I’m too distracted to pay attention, the answer is no. That should cover my mental vacation.

I also recently read her adult fiction (why is that when you put the word adult in front it feels like you have to qualify it as not rated X? Moving on.) The Host was good, a little tough to follow at first, but well worth hanging on until the end. I’m not sure if it was because if was 3 a.m. or if the writing was particularly moving, but I did cry. I imagine 3 a.m. had SOMETHING to do with that. But, if you like fantasy/sci-fi, it is a good read with excellent characters.

But no, I am not going to suggest any of these titles to my book club. These can be our little secret. You (hey Jess), me and the internet spammers.

Posted June 4, 2008 by comomma in Uncategorized

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Evidently, it is ME that is the uneducated E-bayer.   1 comment

I am unsuccessful. I have lost! Several times!

My parents are giving me advice (because they know all this lingo like sniping and stuff) – and I am being beaten by people who have, apparently, extensive knowledge but little visible experience (i.e. their rating is lower than mine – and that’s low, people).

I will prevail. Even if I get sores from sitting down here and waiting like an, um, sniper.

Posted May 14, 2008 by comomma in Uncategorized