Daily Archives: November 20, 2009

Small talk with mole people

I was going to write about the pros and cons of Friend Mixing, but I ate a clementine less than an hour ago and my fingertips still reek of citrus and frankly, it’s distracting. I also fear that the smell will somehow become imbedded in my keyboard. I also think that maybe the coat I put in the dryer is finished now. And it might have shrunk.

sotd 11.20.09

This song, like most (but not all) Black Eyed Peas numbers, makes me smile:
“I Gotta Feeling” / Black Eyed Peas (2009)


sotd 11.19.09

As I typed this, I realize that I dated everything I did at work today 10/19. Eh. Oops.

Aaaanyway: Today’s sotd is a dreamy and hopeful little tune that’s fun to sing, so I’ve included the lyrics below:

“Our Day Will Come” / Ruby and the Romantics (1963)
Our day will come
And we’ll have everything.
We’ll share the joy
Falling in love can bring.

No one can tell me
That I’m too young to know (young to know)
I love you so (love you so)
And you love me.

Our day will come
If we just wait a while.
No tears for us –
Think love and wear a smile.

Our dreams have magic
Because we’ll always stay
In love this way
Our day will come.
(Our day will come; our day will come.)

Our dreams have magic
Because we’ll always stay
In love this way.
Our day will come.
Our day will come….

An open letter to my brother

Dear Brother,
I just wanted to finally forgive you for, well, being born.
Wait! Come back! Let me explain!
See, I had it pretty good when I was a kid. I was the very proud owner of a red plastic suitcase filled with Legos. In fact, my suitcase o’ Legos was THE go-to toy when people (not just children!) came over to the house. Aunts, uncles, family friends, cousins… I built (built! get it? haha! I am clever!) many fond memories around those Legos. Primo bonding time occurred when I would innocently bring a hunk of Legos to an adult and sweetly ask him to take it apart for me (why did everything always get stuck on that damn flat green piece?). And don’t get me started on the Lego people. Oh, how I loved playing with the Lego people.
And then came you. Somewhere between your birth and your second birthday, the suitcase disappeared. By that point, I was distracted from my Lego phase (you yourself were a pretty fascinating, albeit loud, addition to the household), but I clearly remember the day when I went to the cabinet in the laundry room looking for that damn suitcase only to be told by Mom that she “got rid of them” because “your brother might choke on them.”
You might choke? Like hell I’d let you get THAT close to them!
Oh, it was on.
While my resentment did not, actually, last for long (though I admit it has since been unearthed numerous times for dramatic effect) I thought that it might be nice to formally forgive you. You probably never even saw the Legos, had no idea they existed…
…or did you, you little fucker? Did you try to play with them behind my back and almost choke? Is THAT what the old woman was talking about? Huh?
…making my ill will ill-placed.
So for that: I’m sorry, baby brother.

But for the record, the Cabbage Patch Doll incident is still fresh in my mind.

Yours truly,