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Merry Christmas

Tuesday, December 25th, 2007

Todd took this one last night at Christmas Eve Mayhem, which is what our Christmas Eves have become. We just open the doors and all the orphans come over, and now the orphans have kids, and they all run around and stay up late, and get hopped up on candy and cookies, and it’s crazy! And fun. And tiring.

p.s. Played Santa until 1:30 a.m. Fuck Victorian wooden dollhouses. Fuck Melissa and Doug. Long live plastic that never decomposes and looks terrible and will give the kids three eyes. At least I wouldn’t spend three hours putting the fucker together. Wine helped, though.

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What Tire Spells

Saturday, December 22nd, 2007

After opening gifts at my in-laws last night, Rollie was sitting around the table with Todd, Todd’s father, and Todd’s brother Lyle and his wife. Rollie was playing with a Cars drawing tablet that included pencils, crayons, paints, and stickers. It also has a workbook section, where he can practice writing and spelling.

Rollie was trying to sound out and write the word “Tire,” with Todd’s help.

“T . . . ,” Rollie said, looking at Todd for help.
“Sound it out,” Todd said. “What sound does T make?”
Rollie: “Tuh.”
Todd: “Okay, ‘tuh.’ Then, ‘I.’ What sound does ‘I’ make?”
Rollie: “Ih.”
Aunt Denise: “Long ‘I’ sound, Rollie.”
Rollie: “I.”
Todd: “Right. Ok, ‘R.’ What sound does ‘r’ make?”
Rollie: “Ruh.”
Todd: “Right. So, put it together.” Rollie looks like his brain is
hurting.
Todd: “Sound it out. Tuh – I- Ruh. Tigh-ruh.
Rollie stares at Todd with a look of concentration on his face, then
realization dawns. “Tigh- roll! Roll Tide, Roll! Right down the toilet
bowl!”

Nobody in my in-laws’ household was about to tell him for a second that he was wrong. We just laughed.

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Santa Claus Is Coming to Town

Monday, December 10th, 2007

If this doesn’t get you into the Christmas spirit, you are dead inside.

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Haunting

Wednesday, September 19th, 2007

The New York Times contains an article today about photographs donated to the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum. The photos seem benign enough; they look pretty much like the photographs in my Grandfather’s albums from the 30s and 40s, pictures like the one below, pictures of him and his family and friends frolicking.
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The photos are so similar in appearance, but yet so different: The photos are pictures of Nazis at Aushchwitz prior to the liberation of the concentration camps. There are pictures of soldiers and nurses relaxing in lounge chairs, listening to music and singing along to someone playing an accordion, and eating blueberries. There is even a picture of a group of them, and one woman is holding a baby lovingly.

The horror of the photographs to me is not the unspoken subtext of torture and death that took place on the same day and in the same location these photos were taken. The haunting and horrific facet of the photos is that these are not the faces of evil I imagined. These people look so normal, so happy, so carefree, and so similar to you and me.

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I’m An Aunt!

Wednesday, August 29th, 2007

In all the birthday hullabaloo, I forgot to mention that this past week, Todd and I became an Aunt and Uncle for the first time. Todd’s brother, Wade, and Wade’s wife, Suzanne, welcomed little Lucinda Ruth into the world. They’re going to call her Luci.

I am going to spoil her. This will not be pretty.

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Road Trip! Again.

Friday, February 16th, 2007

We are off to Savannah, hometown of my Daddy and his peeps, for a wedding. I am really excited, as it is one of my favorite places in the world. Kids are being dropped off about an hour down the road (don’t worry – we are leaving them with my parents, not just putting them out on the side of the road, although that is sometimes tempting) and then I get a much-needed weekend of relaxation with my husband.

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