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Just read "Broken Nest" , the story posted here on Hipmama

I winced all of the way through it.

I understand the angry mother, the un-mother, the one who advised her daughter about abandonment, the one who wondered why they couldn't just leave her alone. I don't agree with the actions described, but Oh-0h-0h-God, do I understand her. that's the part I don't get.

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I made baby food today

Rat Pup's parents do a good job, but like any parent, they sometimes get buried in stuff. Both have been working two part time jobs for the summer, and neither drives. I've noticed that Rat Pup has been eating a lot of cereal, so High Schooler and I made some baby food today while Teen Parent and Pup Daddy were at their respective jobs.

I biked to the store with my backpack and got a little of each:

fresh beets
fresh carrots
cottage cheese
brown rice
soft tofu

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Dreams last for so long...

My dreams behave oddly. They fade so quickly that I can't recall them even if I want to do so for my own amusement.

They are vivid, but the moment I open my eyes in the morning, they become a few wispy images, of maybe a stove or a watch on someone's wrist or a glimpse of a landscape. Sometimes it's the face of a person, but I can never recall what that person was doing or saying. Often, I can't recall even who the person was, just maybe the image of a beard or a cheekbone.

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Lies my nurse practitioner told me.

My yearly fight to renew a prescription for birth control looms.

I could just buy the stuff online and skip the prescription, but it costs more than three times as much that way. If given no choice, I will go that route.

There are two more months left to this year's prescription, but the whole mess is on my mind because of an e-mail received from an acquaintance mentioning her latest battle, breast cancer.

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Dear Snoop

While I appreciate your interest in my musings, I'd appreciate it much more if you'd not share what you read here with anyone who may actually know me. There's a reason why I don't use my real name.

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Hello from the Universe

We dwell in a strange apartment. To enter, you must come through a regular front door, climb a flight of stairs, and enter our apartment. Rather than your basic apartment door, some dreamer installed a set of glass French doors. Now any normal person would put up heavy curtains, but I decided to have some fun with this. I put up lace sheers. Our neighbors and visitors can see into our living room through this lacy veil like we are a living diorama.


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