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damn mad

Posted on December 5, 2002 by wrekehavoc

ok.

who instilled the fear in my daughter that if she doesn’t wear certain things, she will look silly? that if she doesn’t dress just so, people will laugh at her? all i was trying to do was put her warmest things on her so that she could go play in the snow. she didn’t want to wear certain socks; she didn’t want to wear certain clothes. they would make her look silly, she said, and she started to cry. she said people would laugh at her. i told her that it doesn’t make a damn bit of difference what anyone says about how she looks. what is important is that she is happy with herself. and most important at the moment, it is critical that she is dressed warmly. i told her that she is beautiful, and no one can change that.

who the FUCK is making my kid neurotic about how she looks? i swear, if i find out someone is doing this, or making their own kids neurotic and then their kids are sharing that important information with my kid, i am going to go postal. she is fucking 4 years old. barely.she doesn’t need this.

Good Night

Posted on October 22, 2002 by wrekehavoc

BC loves this one song called “Good Night” by The Roches. she makes me press the repeat button and she literally falls asleep to it every night. when she was a baby, i used to sing it to her – its where i got the term “friendly princess” from, as she is our friendly princess. whenever we would get to that line in the song, i would tap her on her nose, and she would stare at me, cross-eyed, like a little buzzing bee in the headlights. my heart melted last night as we sang it together – the “i love you from faraway” part.

in listening to it last night, i think it might have a little bit to do with my life as well. i also think that i might need some sleep.

Good Night
-The Roches

once upon a time there was a very friendly princess
who was captured
by a big, grumpy, invisible wizard. he locked her in
the tippy top of his
tower and late at night when she was very tired,
getting ready to fall
asleep on her bed of stones, she would look out the
window, up into
the sky, and twiddle her thumbs and sing a song that
she just made
up. she didn’t know why. it was just about a feeling
that she had. and it
sounded something like this…

i love you from far away
like i love the moon
you are the brightest star
in my cartoon

someday i’ll find you
whoever you are
i know you are out there
but where?
you couldn’t be far

now this princess got very very smart after years of
thinking in the tower
and it began to dawn on her that perhaps the
invisible wizard wasn’t
even there! so, she approached the gigantic door
that kept her locked

into the tower and she OPENED it! then tiptoed
carefully down the
stairs to the bottom where lo and behold she walked
into a clearing in
the woods and she was free! and you’ll never
believe it but there was
an entire village of forest animals and people
dancing and singing. they had been
waiting for her all these years! they sang together…

i love you from far away
like i love the moon
you are the brightest star
in my cartoon

someday i’ll find you
whoever you are
i know you are out there
but where?
you couldn’t be far

well, that’s the end of the story
i’m getting kind of tired
i think i’ll go to sleep now, goodnight!

happy birthday, dad!

Posted on April 11, 2002 by wrekehavoc

today is my dad’s 70th birthday. i could talk for weeks about what a helluva guy he is. he took me to performances of the garden state philharmonic when i was little and didn’t give up on me when i threw up at the bolshoi ballet. he encouraged my out-and-out beatlemania. he brought me “mother jones” and “the progressive” to read when i was 11. he didn’t think twice about teaching me to throw and bat, even though “girls didn’t do that” back when i was little. his work schedule was more flexible than mom’s, so he ended up staying home plenty when my brothers or i got sick. he sewed up the hems of countless pairs of my pants, and still cooks the best french toast in the whole world. (when people would talk of “women’s work” and “men’s work,” i never got it — in my house growing up, my dad did plenty of house stuff.) he drove me to countless places, even during wicked bad snowstorms. and he didn’t have a coronary when i left law school.

happy birthday, dad. i love you!