Nauseatingly Mellow Secra
It seems like just yesterday I was sitting here in front of the computer, wishing my baby sister a "Happy-Birthday-You're-Not-29-Anymore-Hahahahaha (Oh-Wait: Neither-Am-*I*)!" on this website ...
... and here it is, her big day again.
My, how time flies when you're hanging the laundry of your life out on an Internet clothesline.
I didn't get to spend a lot of time with Deb when I was in TicTac for the holidays last week. It was an extremely Tot-intensive trip, for one thing: most of my time was taken up by last-minute shopping with Tots, and watching bad Markie Post made-for-Lifetime movies with Tots, and wrapping presents with Tots, and *allowing* assorted Tots to bring me 7-Up and Kleenex and Sucrets and cold pizza as I lay hacking up a lung on their sofa.
And then, because I was sick, I mostly maintained a discreet considerate physical distance from Deb -- and from The World's Cutest Nephew -- at the annual Family-Get-Together-and-Garlic-Dip Extravaganza at her house on Christmas Eve. That just about killed me. Imagine sitting five feet away from this beautiful, smiling, juicy baby who I totally adore ... a nephew who I mostly "see" on a computer monitor, or as Windows Wallpaper ... and not being *allowed* to pick him up and sneeze into the brand-new crop of peach fuzz on top of his head. Acckkkk.
But I kept an eye on my sister that evening, from my spot on the living room sofa ... even when she wasn't aware that I was watching her. It was interesting. Not only was this her first Christmas as a mommy, it was also her turn to hostess the annual family Christmas Eve celebration. (There's enough in the way of emotional stressors, right there, to send a lesser woman straight for the VODKA.) She threatened to come unglued, a couple of times ... the gift exchange got fouled up, as usual, and there were some minor problems with conflicting schedules ... but she always managed to rise above it, and mostly she seemed extremely self-possessed and relaxed and cheerful and willing to just let the chips -- and the garlic dip -- fall where they may.
It was lots of fun to watch.
(I remember doing that. About a bazillion and thirteen years ago. Sigh.)
At any rate, I hope to spend more time with her next time I'm in TicTac ... maybe in February? if I can stay HEALTHY? ... and in the meantime, I hope she's having a wonderful birthday today, and that she knows how incredibly special and dear she is to me. She's eleven years younger than I am, but in a curious twist of fate and upended sibling heirarchy, SHE was a role model for ME, when the time came for me to quit drinking and clean up my act. And I love her for it.
Happy Birthday, Deb!
And now I have another *Very Big Deal* to announce:
blurb #1 will go HERE: i know.
we hate it when
i'm over-the-top like this. we can blame an overabundance of hormones
... and an underabundance [yes, that's a word] of anything going
horrifyingly, hideously awry in the last couple of days or so. i'm
feeling very, very ... mellow
and optimistic about life in general, at the moment.
[plus ... franz is going out of town for TWO WEEKS. let the bells ring! let the birds sing! let the little voicemail light stop BLINKING for fourteen wonderful days!]
besides. i'm sure that once the world blows up tomorrow night, i'll be back to my usual whiney/complaining/life-sucks-and-so-do-Markie-Post-made-for-Lifetime movies self. think you can put up with Nauseatingly Mellow Secra until then?
[dear reader says: "we hate you, Nauseatingly Mellow Secra! we hate you, we hate you, we hate you!"]
[dear reader: "and sneeze on us? no thanks."]
where i'll ask a *relevant* question:
amazingly profound thought of the day: To be happy is to be able to become aware of oneself without fright. ~ Walter Benjamin ~