Archive for August, 2007

Where Mommy Alcoholics Are Made

Friday, August 31st, 2007

I want to make a commercial for Build A Bear Workshop.
Opening shot of a cheerful lady saying, “Welcome to the Build-a-Bear!”
Then a quick medley of shots showing how it works. Pick a bear! Stuff it! Sew it! Pick accessories! Name it! Take it home!
Interior, minivan: Two children pull the Built Bear ™ back and forth [...]

Crime and footwear removal

Thursday, August 30th, 2007

Some people spank their kids. Some people use time out. Some people threaten to take away dessert, or toys, or to send their kids to inferior state colleges if they don’t do what they are told.
But you have to do what works for your child, and for Graham there is really only one thing that [...]

Something old, something new, something borrowed, something in the water fountain of the dressing room…

Thursday, August 30th, 2007

Logistical update:

It’s 4:40 in the morning. I am in my parents’ bed. My parents are in the guest room. They have this massive bed and a stereo and a master bathroom in here, so it made sense for me to take it away from them during my visit. I’m waking up specifically to update because [...]

As I was saying…

Friday, August 24th, 2007

Shopping for dresses with two little angry people in a tiny dressing room is bad. Don’t ever do it. If it comes down to that or buying something off the rack randomly, please do that instead. Really, I mean it. Because no matter how cute the dress is that you end up choosing, you’ll look [...]

fear and self-loathing in atlanta

Thursday, August 23rd, 2007

There are a thousand words in me about this kid I hang out with all day, this kid who has a 3-part plan to save tigers from extinction even though he doesn’t like tigers because they’re carnivores. This kid who describes to me the physical filing system that is in his brain and how the [...]