Aimee and Benor
I hate bridesmaids dresses, but Zoe would make a lovely flower girl.
I, for one, think you two are adorable.
I love love.
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Minouuuuuuuu we miss you
I know Burns misses you more
double wedding, k?
L(yougogirl)D
stay at your shit job will ya
for day IRC
(I'll miss you chick, but I'm glad for the FBO.)
Secret admirer
I want to know who you are
maybe I'll love you
(I am surely hoping that my secret admirers will reveal themselves. I thought the notes were really sweet. It did cheer me up when I was having a really hard time)
Mr. Birthday Dick
You know I love you too dude
But not naked love
I love MBD. Even though we haven't met, I love talking to this dude. Maybe he could marry L D and have live sex shows.
Bah!
I'm so behind on all my journals. I'm off tomorrow, so maybe I'll stay home and read all day. I miss y'all.
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Zoë speak 101:
Getfor = forget. “mommy, you getfor my pack pack.”
Pack pack = backpack. See prior for usage
Chincap = chin. “mommy, you have yogies on your chincap.” Similar to armpins = armpits
Yogies = yogurt. “mommy, I need much yogies.”
Much = more. “no, mommy. I need much. Here. I can’t do the lidcap.”
Lidcap = any type of lid.
Bellyhole = belly button. “mommy you pokie my bellyhole.”
Stupid fuck = stupid truck. I tried to be non-profanity mom one time when this truck cut in front of me and nearly killed us at 65mph. I honked and said “Stupid truck!” She then proceeded to say “stupid fuck, stupid fuck.” She still says it when I honk my horn.
Poodie = Woody, the cowboy on Toy Story.
Crazy hair = What mom’s hair looks like in the morning. I am crazy tickle mommy, a persona I have had to take up because she is not a morning child and is cranky beyond words. So I stick my hair up like Jack Osbourne and tickle her silly. It works. Although she did look at this woman in the restroom once and said, “mommy, her hair is crazee!” The chick had some big Texas hair. And thus begins the beginning of Zoë making rude comments to strangers.
Zoë has not been happy with her new new school. Her butthead dad called me last week after picking her up early. They were just coming in from outside and she was all sweaty.
Right in front of Zoë he says:
“Hey, they are keeping her outside for too long. She’s all hot and sweaty. It’s too hot out there. She was dying of thirst. They don’t need to keep her outside for that long.” (only 20 minutes, and they drink when they come inside)
Ok, I agree, but DON’T CRITICIZE HER SCHOOL IN FRONT OF HER!!!
Because the next week on our way to school Zoë starts saying things like:
“Mommy, I having a hard time at my new school.”
“I can’t go to my new school. It’s too hard.”
“I need to go back to the other school. I need to go to works with you, mommy.”
When I start to ask her about it, she says:
“They keep me outside for too long. It’s too hot out there. It makes me too hot. I can’t go to school because it’s too hard.”
Thanks butthead.
I did get to write my first teachers note for Zoë excusing her from the afternoon recess. I agree with butthead though because it’s been in the upper 90’s for two weeks. The heat index is 112 – 120 every day. We’ve had 18 people die already. I don’t know how Burnsy is handling it because I heard not many of the Brits have air conditioning. Is that right? I couldn’t take that. I have mine on nearly year round.
Anyway, it made me sad that Zoë’s old enough for me to already be writing notes.
Better than her first parent / teacher conference I had at her first school (this was right before I started shopping for a new school)
The teacher told me Zoë said the f*bomb 3 times that day. They called them madwords.
Nice
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and for the record, I wasn’t after Burns . I just asked him if he had a cute single Brit friend that could be my pen pal. Thought I could find me a cute accent to listen to at 5am. My life has been pretty un-exciting lately...
or has it… which will lead to my next, very long post.
(Dr. E finally said he loves me… he looooovvvvveeeessss me. he lovvvvvessss me. I’m giddy like a schoolgirl.)
Too delirious to finish this right now. Sorry, my dear friends.
upcoming tales of Dr. E and Mr. John Doe.
Posted by debutaunt at August 7, 2003 07:14 PM | TrackBack