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asphaltcowgrrlI have so much to say and not one lick of it is important in the least.
First, way back in high school, my creative writing teacher told me that in order to be a good writer, you needed to first be a good reader. Well, I already had that down by that point, but I continue to practice. I think I've finally understood why he said this (among other reasons)... I'm currently reading James Patterson's book 15th Affair, book #15 in his Women's Murder Club series. I'm nearing the end when I stumble over this pasage:
I kissed Julie, ruffled Martha’s ears, tossed her a tennis ball, and grabbed a bottle of tea from the fridge. Then I ran down the stairs.
There was a fire-engine-red Camaro in front of my apartment building with gold hubcaps and matching chains around the plate guards. The envelope taped to the window had my name on it, and there was a set of keys inside, along with a note written in Brady’s block-letter handwriting.
“Merry Christmas from the motor pool.”
It was not Christmas, and this car’s previous owner had clearly been convicted of possession of narcotics with intent to sell. I hated the car on sight. But until Nationwide paid out for my deceased Explorer, it would have to do.
And suddenly, I'm picturing Zayne driving up in something as gaudy and horrible as this and seeing not just Andrej's reaction, but James'. Becuase you know James would call him out in a hot minute. "Dealing drugs on the side are we, cowboy?" Dead. I also have the feeling that Andrej would not be seen in such a vehicle. "I'll... meet you at the station, Zayne." Always the diplomat, that one.
Second, my baby had her 8th grade graduation last night. And while I love that they recognize all the hard work the kids put in during their years in middle school, I'm going to be doing this for real in four years when she graduates high school. Hah. Even sooner, really, since my other child will be graduating in 2018.
My baby, Madison:
Madison and her sister, Taylor:
And, wonder of wonders, Maddie LOVED the pic I took of her and Taylor LOVED the pic of both of them. I think the Apocalypse is on the horizon, folks. This shit never happens.
Madison texts me this morning, tells me she forgot her lunch on the bus, asks what she should do. I ask if she wants me to bring her some money (the school is halfway between my office and home, so this is the optimal solution) and she says, "If it's not too much hassle". Good lord, child. YOU NEED TO EAT OF COURSE IT'S NOT A HASSLE. But that is how my younger chld operates. Taylor, on the other hand, would have said, "I left my lunch on the bus, bring me food or money please."
There was something else, but now I've forgotten. Geez. Oh well, maybe I'll be back, if I can remember.
First, way back in high school, my creative writing teacher told me that in order to be a good writer, you needed to first be a good reader. Well, I already had that down by that point, but I continue to practice. I think I've finally understood why he said this (among other reasons)... I'm currently reading James Patterson's book 15th Affair, book #15 in his Women's Murder Club series. I'm nearing the end when I stumble over this pasage:
I kissed Julie, ruffled Martha’s ears, tossed her a tennis ball, and grabbed a bottle of tea from the fridge. Then I ran down the stairs.
There was a fire-engine-red Camaro in front of my apartment building with gold hubcaps and matching chains around the plate guards. The envelope taped to the window had my name on it, and there was a set of keys inside, along with a note written in Brady’s block-letter handwriting.
“Merry Christmas from the motor pool.”
It was not Christmas, and this car’s previous owner had clearly been convicted of possession of narcotics with intent to sell. I hated the car on sight. But until Nationwide paid out for my deceased Explorer, it would have to do.
And suddenly, I'm picturing Zayne driving up in something as gaudy and horrible as this and seeing not just Andrej's reaction, but James'. Becuase you know James would call him out in a hot minute. "Dealing drugs on the side are we, cowboy?" Dead. I also have the feeling that Andrej would not be seen in such a vehicle. "I'll... meet you at the station, Zayne." Always the diplomat, that one.
Second, my baby had her 8th grade graduation last night. And while I love that they recognize all the hard work the kids put in during their years in middle school, I'm going to be doing this for real in four years when she graduates high school. Hah. Even sooner, really, since my other child will be graduating in 2018.
My baby, Madison:
Madison and her sister, Taylor:
And, wonder of wonders, Maddie LOVED the pic I took of her and Taylor LOVED the pic of both of them. I think the Apocalypse is on the horizon, folks. This shit never happens.
Madison texts me this morning, tells me she forgot her lunch on the bus, asks what she should do. I ask if she wants me to bring her some money (the school is halfway between my office and home, so this is the optimal solution) and she says, "If it's not too much hassle". Good lord, child. YOU NEED TO EAT OF COURSE IT'S NOT A HASSLE. But that is how my younger chld operates. Taylor, on the other hand, would have said, "I left my lunch on the bus, bring me food or money please."
There was something else, but now I've forgotten. Geez. Oh well, maybe I'll be back, if I can remember.
