Interior decorating for the single man
I was just trying to think of what to write tonight, and somehow remembered Christmas at my grandmother's house. You'll recall I stupidly accepted a ride with my parents to her house, when I could have left a day earlier and gone with my aunt & uncle. Well, uncle left for home a day earlier too, and after he and his family left the few of us left were sitting around the table chit chatting. The only other thing to do would be to go to Crazy Debbie's (an actual store) and buy a gross of bottle rockets, but not being 12 anymore I decided against. Besides, that would just have riled-up the 3.5 year old and I'm under explicit orders from his mother (meaning, she cursed at me) not to educate my Godson as to the wonder that is fireworks and/or fire.I know I've told you that the 3.5 year old has a 1.5 year old little brother and a little sister due in a couple of weeks. I'm really curious to meet the little sister and see what her personality is like because the boys are very different. The older one is hell on wheels- biting, screaming, hitting, scratching- often simultaneously. He's my Godson and nephew so I'm told that I love him anyway. I don't remember exactly how it started, but he and I *bonk* heads as a greeting. It's entirely non-verbal, as all I have to do is bend down low enough and I get a little headbutt from the butthead. The little one, though he bites a little bit, is slow enough that you see it coming and can usually avoid the teeth. He's generally quiet and thoughtful and you should all be so lucky to have a child like that one. The little one is *bonking* now too, and although he's usually the calm one, he bonks hard enough to make himself cry, just a little and not enough to keep me from laughing every time. Back to the differences between them though, I just know that some day, probably sooner rather than later, the older one will be the one setting fire to something, but it'll be the little one still standing there when the police/fire department shows up.
Back to grandmother's house. We were sitting around talking and grandmother mentions that auntie has taken all the milkglass. There's nothing really of value in my grandmother's house (including the milkglass), but the fact that my uncle's wife (notice, I'm now referring to her as a relative by marriage) decided to go ahead and take what she valued really gets to me. There had been no previous discussion by the anyone in the family, so if I actually wanted it I would now have to go confront my cousin's mother. So I looked at my grandmother and said, "I didn't know we were already dividing up your estate." She just shrugged and asked if there was anything I wanted. My grandmother has outlived her husband by 14 years now and I couldn't help get a little choked-up at the thought of having to drive back to Louisiana just to pick out a few family heirlooms. But it'll eventually have to be done.
One of the (very few) nice things about being divorced is that now there's no one to stop me from bringing home the deer head that my grandfather mounted a year or two before he died.
posted by tinyhands @ 11:59 PM
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I think you should hang the deer head over your desk, so that it peers at you over the top of your computer screen while you're typing.
Ah, the silver lining. I'm sorry being divorced is so rotten for you.
My youngest is cute and sweet and quiet too. My oldest is the wild one. She never bites, but I can totally see her setting fire to something one day and leaving the little one to take the blame. But she's a rotten liar, so she'd get it anyway.
You buy the fireworks and I'll help you fire them! With love from the girl who has participated in the Bottle Rocket Wars, and has set dry lawns on fire, Stacey
Theic- Unfortunately my desk is up against a window (that looks into my closet...don't ask) so that's not an option. I'm thinking of putting it over the fireplace in my bedroom. Nothing says 'bedroom' like dead animals.
Z- It doesn't help that I compare all other women to you. ;)
Stacey- Sorry, that train has sailed. With Chinese New Year approaching, I could maybe find some of those little snaps if I went down to the Hong Kong Market (my favoritest place in Houston, BTW) but that's so short-bus compared to bottle rockets.
headbutt butthead. *cracking up* Heh. That's funny. :)
Someday, I want a house that's really big and has a room that's all cozy and warm with wooden beams, like a log cabin, I guess. In that room, my mind imagines a great, big fireplace, bookshelves, la-z-boy chairs, a comfy couch, it's just really comfy. A place to be confortable. In that room, my fiance (who will then be my husband) can hang *his* stuff that he loves ... for him it's Star Wars memorabilia.
so i was friends with richie richerson when i was a kid. and the family belonged to a hunt club ( fox hunting )i used to go ride with them on the weekends...and at christmas they decorated the great hall with mounted deer heads with labels "blitzen", "donner", and the rest ..... i still find that funny ... sick but funny
You're sweet, thanks. But I thought you had a thing for asian girls? Or have you reached the point where you'll consider anything with hair?
okay first of all tiny hands... thank god you are back to writing like a normal blogger. what the hell was it when you were on tour in Vietnam??? holy cow. or China or wherever the hell you were...was that just a weird science project or what??? anyways, thanks for coming back to the real world and sharing your regular mindless thoughts. secondly...butting heads is like the coolest thing to do with small children. my older brothers did it to me as a young one....and they now do it to our nephews...which they adore. have a good rest of the week tiny hands... take care. inky
Jeanette- Just so you know, you're giving up every woman's right to toss out all his junk and replace it with potpourri. I thought it was every little girl's dream.
Al- Since I'll only have one, I guess I'll have to get a big, red, stick-on clown nose.
Z- There is SUCH a joke there, but I'll stay away from it. But I never said exclusively Asian girls, just one or two in particular, one of whom I saw tonight *swoon*
Inky- Umm...thanks, I think. It was China and it was only the greatest vacation of my life. Sorry you didn't appreciate it, but to each her own. No harm no foul.
Oh. Hmmm. *lips twisted in concentration* I was just tucking it away into the heart of the home. You know, the part of the home that you visit on cold, rainy nights for reassurance of where you came from? The rest of the house will be where we're going. :)
Don't stay away from the joke! Email it if you don't want to say. I can't see it and I want to know.
Jeanette- So basically he gets the garage. Don't feel bad, it's the way it is and it's probably for the best.
Z- Oh, I was just thinking about what you said about considering anything with hair and how I'd give serious consideration to anything without hair. Of course I'm talking about the carpet, not the drapes. Just letting the y-Chromo take over a bit.
I'm ashamed I didn't catch that. I must be losing my grip.
Dude, we are talking about Star Warsposters and Star Wars dolls, err, I mean figures. :)
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