Redundant, obviously. I mean this whole blog is like a big long me fest. But the other day Charlie told me he was worried about the dinosaur in the attic, which reminded me of Summer's brief monsters-in-the-closet phase, which reminded me of what was probably my favorite post on this here blog. So because the March theme is lists, I thought I'd engage in a little mirror mirror on the wall.
1. This is the aforementioned favorite post. I'd like to add that I busted out the monster spray to use on the dinosaur this week, and Charlie said, "What's that?" and I said, "That's my monster spray." And Charlie said "That not you monster spray. That part you vacuum."
2. This is one of my least favorite posts. It just sounds creepy, not funny. If I were Adam Vinatieri's wife, I'd feel uncomfortable about me. I swear it's nothing like that, Mrs. V. Or can I call you Tammi? (I'm kidding, I'm kidding. It's Valeri.) (By the way, Jeff was astonished to discover that I was astonished to discover that Bob Kraft is Jewish. Where have I been? Also, the whole Eliot Spitzer thing. Allison was like, "Why does he have to be a Democrat?" and I was like, "Bad for the Jews!")
3. This is another one of my least favorite posts. I was still in pain about Charlie looking different--so worried about how the world would receive him--that I hardly recognize the me who would make a joke like that. Now of course I see that the world reflects what he projects: belly laughs and wrestling and Spiderman. Plus I wonder how Summer and Charlie will feel some day when they read this kind of crap, because the Internet is forever. Shit! What the fuck. What am I doing to my children? I AM THE MONSTER IN THE CLOSET!
4. This is another one of my favorite posts. A turning point.
5. This is the post that gets me the most Google hits. People are really unhappy about that bakery. Update: Syd's the hot dog place is now gone too.
6. It's too depressing to end on that note, so here's another thing that gets me a lot of hits.
Re #3, I don't think that you're the monster in the closet. I think that you were making a joke about how nice it would be if we could edit the real world as easily as the photographer could edit that zit. I would have just as easily asked, "Can you remove 10 pounds? highlight my hair? shave my legs? give me a bustline 4 inches higher than it is?"
You can love Charlie just the way he is and still appreciate that it would be easier for him not to have to have hearing loss or lots of doctor's appointments or if he (and you) never had to learn what hemifacial microsomia is.
I think you're doing great.
Posted by: Kit | March 18, 2008 at 11:39 AM