Month: October 2009 (page 1 of 3)

Happy Halloween From The Grimmett Ghouls, er, Girls!

Happy Halloween!

candy and dress-up
may you never feel too old
to enjoy either

A Fall Walk

the hard road

life is a journey
sometimes the road will be steep
and he’ll carry you

leading the way

he will lead the way
just follow him, little girl
he’ll show you wonders

wonder

sometimes you’ll need help
he’ll lift you up until you
can stand on your own

lifting her up

no need to worry
daddies can carry the world
on their big shoulders

the world on his shoulders

I Do Not Want To Ring Your Bell, Anita, Thank You Very Much

You know those desk bells that you find on….desks? Like at a hotel front desk? Or the fabric cutting station at Jo-Ann’s? Or the Wal-Mart fitting room?

I hate them.

I will do anything I can to avoid using them. I’ll clear my throat. I’ll cough. I’ll do a little, “Helloooo? Anyone?” I’ll stomp around. Basically I’ll attempt to gain the attention I need in any way other than ringing that bell.

I’m not sure why I’m so opposed to ringing the bell. After all, they were the ones who chose to be alerted to my presence in this way. They put the bell there. Some bell providers even go so far as to leave a note giving explicit permission to ring it. Still, it just feels wrong.

Now and then, someone will seem a little annoyed when I finally break down and use it. But I think that has less to do with the bell and more to do with working at Wal-Mart. The annoyed ones are always at the Wal-Mart. At Jo-Ann’s, they sing hello as they skip over to cut my fabric. Probably because they get to wear crazy bedazzled kitten sweatshirts and talk about yarn. That’s a mighty happy existence, if you ask me.

Today I had cause to be waiting for assistance at a counter with a bell. If I craned my neck, I could catch a glimpse of some employees in the back. So, I strained toward them and cleared my throat. I placed my keys on the counter. Hard. I coughed. I yawned loudly. I sniffed noisily. I whistled. I tapped my fingers and my toes. Finally, I rang the damn bell.

The girl who came out was all smiles and giggles. I am totally convinced that they were back there waiting to see how long I’d go before I rang that bell.

Also, I think the dude with the afro at the dollar store was flirting with me. This has nothing to do with bells. I just wanted to tell you.

The Woman Who Hates Me

her eyes are on me
with judgment like gravity
that’s pulling me down

It’s Been One Of *Those* Days

Lucy running Julia running

playing in the leaves

go outside and play
run all of your madness out
and come back normal

Lucy in the leaves

Julia in the leaves

Writing An Angry Letter Then Throwing It Away Is An Anger Management Technique. But Why Throw Away What You Can Publish On The Internet?

Dear Lucy,

Please go to sleep sweet little bear. You will feel better if you do. We all will.

Love,
Mommy

****

Dear Julia,

I am sorry that I dropped you off at the curb this morning like every other parent does instead of parking the van and hauling my ass and your sleeping sister all the way to the door of the school. I truly missed watching you stop, wave and blow me kisses every five steps down the hallway. It’s so sweet when you do that. But not when we’re late.

Oh and to answer your question: “SO YOU’RE JUST GONNA LEAVE ME HERE!?!?!?” Yes. That’s actually what the whole dropping you off at school thing is about: leaving you there. It’s called going to school.

Love,
Mommy

****

Dear Lucy,

Are you serious? Come on! GO.TO.SLEEP.

Love,
Mommy

****

Dear Julia,

When I give you that look, you know, the look that made everyone else in the IGA get quiet and scared? It means QUIT STANDING IN THE DOORWAY MAKING THE AUTOMATIC DOOR SWING OPEN AND SHUT. Everyone was annoyed with you. Especially me.

And when I hiss through gritted teeth, “You are in so much trouble,” it is not an appropriate time to ask for a cookie. Unless you want to eat that cookie through your ass.

Love,
Mommy

****

Dear Lucy,

Please go to sleep. Please. For the love of God, please.

Love,
Mommy

****

Dear Julia,

I appreciate the fact that you are trying very hard not to make me mad and to be nice to me, but telling me every five minutes that you are being nice ruins the whole thing. Because it makes me mad.

Also, telling me, “Daddy said if I’m nice to you, I’ll get a cookie,” doesn’t help your cause one bit. And it kind of gets your Dad in trouble.

Love,
Mommy

****

Dear Lucy,

I CANNOT TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!! GO! THE FUCK! TO SLEEP!!!!

Love,
Mommy

Tonight, He’s Gone Again

Dave at home

“I love this picture.”
“Why? Because I look happy?”
“Because you look home.”

Along Came A Spider

“I want to be a spider for Halloween,” Julia told me. “Because it is dark and I like dark things.”

And so the quest began for a spider costume.

It was pretty much an impossible quest because 1) there are no cute spider costumes in existence for a child beyond the toddler years and 2) even if there were, none of them were within my budget of $0. We did manage to find, however, this costume from Pottery Barn which was enough to inspire my mom and I to create this one.

Julia in her spider costume

It is made from one of my old sweatshirts, a snow hat, some stuffing and felt. I’m rather proud of it, if I’m being honest. I wasn’t sure if Julia would be, though. When I was a kid, homemade stuff wasn’t cool. I know, because I had a lot of homemade stuff. And the jeers I got over my homemade Hugga Bunch doll still haunt my dreams now and then. But Julia knows better. She’s thrilled with her costume, especially because it’s homemade. And I absolutely love her for that.

Lovin’ From The Oven

Ghostly cupcakes

a Halloween treat
for my Kindermusik kids
Boo! ghostly cupcakes

You’d Think I’d Be Peaches, But Actually, I’m Herb

after three days gone
my partner in crime returns
I’m counting minutes

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