Clearly Delirious: December 2008 Archives

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December 30, 2008

Bangs look so much better on her than on me

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December 26, 2008

Poor, poor pony

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December 22, 2008

Clogged

I have two posts that I both feel the need to write, and have been putting off for the last couple weeks. Both are about grandmothers. They are hard to write for different reasons, one because I can't decide if it would be insulting or humiliating to post it, and the other because I want to make sure I do it right, and while I had it written perfectly in my head last week, I'm not sure I can get down in a pristine state now. Unfortunately, until I get those out of my head, I seem unable to carry on with anything less weighty.

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December 9, 2008

Nice rises with the heat

Jamie, after being sent away from the table for talking with her mouth full again:

I'm going upstairs for the rest of the evening. There's too much mean going on downstairs!"

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December 6, 2008

And I'm not going to stop

I have a dirty little secret.

I'm a water waster.

Not all day long, mind you. I turn the faucet off while I brush. We try not to overwater the lawn. We have energy efficient and water saving appliances. I let the yellow mellow.

But in the morning, when I take my shower? I indulge. I wash and scrub and condition quickly, just in case something happens to one of the kids and I have to make a quick escape, and then I stand under a glorious stream of water so hot it heats me to the core. I stay in there until I'm so warm, turning off the water and standing naked in a cool bathroom is almost a relief. I refuse to leave until I've had enough alone time to get me through until at least lunch.

To be fair, aside from chocolate, my morning shower is pretty much my only everyday type indulgence. My nails are unkempt and unpainted. My hair gets biannual cuttings from the local cheap chain haircutters, if it's lucky. My husband and I share the same pile of t-shirts, which I wear over my sweatpants or my one pair of somewhat stylish, worn thin pair of Old Navy jeans. I clean my own house, mow my own yard, do my best to shop sales, and turn out the lights when I leave a room.

I have a dirty little secret.

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