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Archive for November, 2010

When pumpkin picking isn’t just pumpkin picking

Monday, November 22nd, 2010 by Dawn Summers

Great post about stuff you just can’t give your kid, even when you want to.

Yikes

Monday, November 22nd, 2010 by Dawn Summers

Baby stops breathing on subway and dies.

Funny Scrabble story not involving me

Monday, November 22nd, 2010 by Dawn Summers

No. Really. NOT.

No good deed

Sunday, November 21st, 2010 by Dawn Summers

Sigh.

So, in a twist of fate, my mother needed someone to fix one of her computers last week. I bribed the following young man into allowing his father to leave the house and fix the problem. image

He’s a super hard tough negotiator. For real. I had to like break into a Toys R Us at eight o clock at night to bring adequate patronage. Also, he already has more hair than his father. #truestory

Anyway, since I was there, I told Sammy’s mom to bring the boy over. She took forever, so I just left his car with my mom for him because I had to return Max’s dad back to him before midnight or else incur all sorts of fees and penalties.

So I’ll never know exactly what happened, but from what I’ve been able to piece together…

When my cousin did get to my mom’s house, she saw the bee car and was all “that’s it? It doesn’t have batteries or gas or nothing?”

My mom, annoyed, was all “you’re lucky my child even looks sideways at your retarded son.”

Dear Hillary Clinton, no need to tag in my mom to those MidEast peace talks…

So, I’m forbidden from buying Sammy anything else ever again, we boycotted his birthday party and I’m not even allowed to give him the helmet for his bee car.

In better news, Patriots win! Patriots win! AND I’m about to get a new fake nephew to spoil soon enough!

Have a good weekend

Friday, November 19th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

Promise to try to be cheerier next week.

Just finished helping to write the obit for the Yale alumni magazine and hopefully, I won’t keep getting comments like these. I was mad at first, but turns out he is just a high school kid trying to make sense of a terrible thing he saw one day. But now, I can help picturing what the body looked like or how long it might have been in there. Did he try to weigh himself down so it’d never be found. Did he just slip in on accident?

Questions, questions, questions.

Vomit.

Had a hard life
I’m just saying it
so you’ll understand
That right now,
right now,
I’m doing the best I can

At this point in my life

November movie reviews!

Thursday, November 18th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

The one where I rent a whole lot of movies about death. No. Really. A LOT.

My review on amazon will say…

Wednesday, November 17th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

“Assembling this car prompted a lot of swearing for a children’s toy.”


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Next to next to normal

Wednesday, November 17th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

I had dinner last night with a friend of mine who also recently lost a friend. That may be the ninth worst sentence I’ve ever written.

She said basically summed up my current state perfectly: “I totally fine if I don’t think about it.” In the past week and a half I have made a determined and deliberate effort to not think about it. I’ve been trying to blog enough to push all those posts off the main page. I’m staying away from his facebook page and the facebook pages of all the people who changed their avatars to pictures of him.

I was doing totally fine!

And then one of his friends, who just found out, by googling his name and finding my other blog, left such a sad comment on one of my posts yesterday.

And then he asked me if I could repost it on Avery’s wall for him because they weren’t facebook friends. “I added him yesterday, but I…”

Yeah, I can do it. No problem.

And then stupid facebook wouldn’t let me post a message longer than 1000 characters and so I had to do it in two parts and then I ended up reading all the messages I’d missed in the last week… and so much for being fine.

Blah. But the best thing about crying your face off first thing in the morning is that people on the subway feel all sorry for you and give you their seat.

Worst thing, is that your face looks like something out of a low budget black and white horror movie from the 60s.

This poem seemed apropos…

Wednesday, November 17th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

given that I am dying of coveting:

Hunger by Emily Dickinson

I had been hungry all the years;
My noon had come, to dine;
I, trembling, drew the table near,
And touched the curious wine.

‘T was this on tables I had seen,
When turning, hungry, lone,
I looked in windows, for the wealth
I could not hope to own.

I did not know the ample bread,
‘T was so unlike the crumb
The birds and I had often shared
In Nature’s dining-room.

The plenty hurt me, ‘t was so new,
Myself felt ill and odd,
As berry of a mountain bush
Transplanted to the road.

Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The entering takes away.

Ailments

Tuesday, November 16th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

I’m pretty sure if I don’t get a new 55 inch flatscreen TV, an XBOX 360 with Kinect, a new laptop and a Verizon ipad, I will DIE.

Also Rangers tickets and a Rangers Heritage jersey.

And apparently, Mary will laugh.