Oy...stream of conscious that
1: is not enough to blog about on it's own
2: I can't post on FaceBook
...is it wrong to wish my husband would JUST STOP TALKING-talk about fucking stream of conscious-holy shit. OK, maybe it's the Loritab, but...
He broke 4 ribs 8 days ago. I get that. Today we bought him a reclining chair so he could be comfortable and get some sleep. He can't sleep in the bed, he can't sleep on the couch, he tried sleeping standing up - but I pushed him over ;)
Anyway, this is the fugliest chair in the world. I think we've re-entered the 80's Italian Leather Era. It has enough "plush overstuffed leather cushions" on it to rival la donna.
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....my dogs have all of a sudden become super dumb. It's November, so that means you can't open the door yourself, WHAT? My chocolate lab is able to work the handle on the front door to let herself in and out. Today, November 11 (Thank you Veterans), it is 60 degrees out at 12:00 AM (so really it's November 12), the back door is open. I have been enjoying music and wine and the quiet noise that IS NOT my husband pontificating. Today the dog decides she can't work the screen door.
Really? Today? You have been working that door for 4 years, you go in and out like you own the place.This is not the front door where you actually had to process how it works, this is a simple>nose>door>barrel through it option.
So I ask you, do I continue to sit here enjoying the beautiful weather, shaking my head at her learned stupidity, or do I cut the neighbors some slack and show her how she need merely stick her fat, blocky head through the edge of the door to open it.
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New angle, "Honey, you need to get up and move. While you're there, could you get me some wine? Oh...and the dogs need to go out.."
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Friday, November 2, 2012
Life in the Hood
So funny story...aren't they all...?
I love living in the downtown area of Buffalo; I'm not sure we are a city anymore, feel free to correct me, but 'urban sprawl' has certainly taken its toll.
I had a conversation with my friend Deb today about her trip downtown last December 31st for FirstNight (A.K.A. 'the city', for my suburban natives who shudder at the thought of driving past the 90 exit on 33 heading WEST). She made mention of the fact that as they left Main Street, she took her boys on a trip through some of the less popular areas of the city. Boys being boys they noticed everything..."Hey, Mom! That man is peeing on the side of that building." "MOM! That man is KISSING a woman, and THAT woman is kissing another woman!" It was, after all, New Year's Eve.
Her response was,
"Close your eyes and pretend you're asleep."
As residents of downtown their entire lives, my daughters see things a bit differently. On a walk past the 'Old Pink' on a beautiful, quiet September afternoon, my nine-year-old was heard to disclaim,
"Oh, Mom, it's another one (another man peeing on the side of the building, they don't take notice
of who kisses whom; they only marvel at why you would kiss anyone that way). "
"Time to cross the street."
Now before you take a swipe at me for exposing my daughters to public expressions of affection or men peeing on the side of the Old Pink, stop and think about what we wish our children to celebrate in life...appreciating differences. I could give a rat's ass about the fact that a man is peeing in public, my greater concern is that he has nowhere else to pee...maybe, maybe not. But teaching our children to question, and teaching them tolerance and to embrace diversity is what it is all about.
And, shout out to Deb-she chose that route out of the city. She didn't happen on it by accident.
I love living in the downtown area of Buffalo; I'm not sure we are a city anymore, feel free to correct me, but 'urban sprawl' has certainly taken its toll.
I had a conversation with my friend Deb today about her trip downtown last December 31st for FirstNight (A.K.A. 'the city', for my suburban natives who shudder at the thought of driving past the 90 exit on 33 heading WEST). She made mention of the fact that as they left Main Street, she took her boys on a trip through some of the less popular areas of the city. Boys being boys they noticed everything..."Hey, Mom! That man is peeing on the side of that building." "MOM! That man is KISSING a woman, and THAT woman is kissing another woman!" It was, after all, New Year's Eve.
Her response was,
"Close your eyes and pretend you're asleep."
As residents of downtown their entire lives, my daughters see things a bit differently. On a walk past the 'Old Pink' on a beautiful, quiet September afternoon, my nine-year-old was heard to disclaim,
"Oh, Mom, it's another one (another man peeing on the side of the building, they don't take notice
of who kisses whom; they only marvel at why you would kiss anyone that way). "
"Time to cross the street."
Now before you take a swipe at me for exposing my daughters to public expressions of affection or men peeing on the side of the Old Pink, stop and think about what we wish our children to celebrate in life...appreciating differences. I could give a rat's ass about the fact that a man is peeing in public, my greater concern is that he has nowhere else to pee...maybe, maybe not. But teaching our children to question, and teaching them tolerance and to embrace diversity is what it is all about.
And, shout out to Deb-she chose that route out of the city. She didn't happen on it by accident.
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