My Fresh Hell
Life in Scribbletown.

Hot Enough To Fry Your Dog's Brain

2006-08-01

Oops, it’s August. Last month I missed two little Diaryland moments of note: the two year anniversary of this journal and the 200th entry. When I started this thing, my goal was to document my children’s childhood for posterity and to make myself write, if not every day then at least once or twice a week. I have met both goals. Ain't I something?

Tomorrow is another small anniversary. On August 2, 1988, I quit smoking. It’s a disgusting, dangerous habit that had begun out of a social ineptness need on my part to have my hands busy at parties: beer (or, rather, back then I was drinking shit like wine coolers. My god. Please don't think badly of me.) in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. Soon, I was up to a pack a day. Then I met my future husband. We met a friend of his for coffee and she said to him, “It must be love if you’re willing to date a smoker!” Hmmm. I quit cold-turkey the next day. Smoking, even for a few years, has got to be the dumbest thing I ever did.

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One of the sad things about Dusty starting kindergarten in September is that our time in the car will go from 10 trips a week down to 3. Dusty and I have all our best conversations during our trips to and from preschool and I will miss them. On the days I’ll pick her up from the after-school program, Red will be with us which sometimes makes conversations difficult. I’ll miss things like this:

I
Dusty is rummaging around in my black zipper bag of things I keep in my purse, looking for my little folding sewing scissors. She wants to cut out the princess she just drew. Attached to the zipper is a little troll with purple hair.

“Last night my brain went to troll land.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. This troll has a dirty nose.”
“I know. It got smudged in my purse.”
“Did you know that trolls never take baths?”
“No. I guess that one’s happy to be dirty.”
“Yes. What does he do all day?”
“Sometimes he shreds up my Kleenex to make a bed.”
“What’s his favorite song?”
“I don’t know.”
“He told me ‘Little Red Riding Hood’.” Which just happened to be playing at that very minute. What a coincidence!

II
“You know what? I only have a few tunes in my mouth.”

III
“I’m going to be a race car driver when I grow up.”
“Back to that, huh?”
“Yeah. And when I see cops, you know what I’m gonna do?”
“What?”
“Stick my tongue out at them.”

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Damn it’s hot. It’s supposed to get up into the hundreds today. Last night, at 10pm, it was 86 degrees. Which is ridiculous. I went out to water the flowers yesterday evening and when I stepped outside, the humidity was so thick, my glasses steamed up. WTF?

Lastly, a big muchos gracias to RS536 for a copy of the new Bonnie Ra1tt CD. I dig it, Dusty digs it, and....it plays on my car’s cd player. Which is nice.

Y’all stay cool.

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