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October 22, 2003
Remember the Time...?
I remember...
When I had to look inside my grandmother's casket in front of a church of people I'd never even seen before. I was angry, because who ever had made her up made her look cold and gross; dressed up in a white suit that was far too shimmery for her complexion. I hated it. I'd grown up thinking that my grandmother was always beautiful in everything she wore, but there I was; wishing that I would rip the clothes right off of her and shove them down the pulpit. Her lips were gelled and cemented together with God knows what--I could feel it in my lips as I bent down to kiss her. They weren't warm and leathery, like they had been when I'd visited two weeks earlier. And the casket smelled like old plastic... Grandma smelled of stale peppermints and medicine. Always.
When I broke the rusted swing in the McGregor's back yard. Second grade...? Or was it first? It doesn't matter. I felt awful, and angry that I had destroyed someone's property all because I was a chubby grade school kid. To this day, I blame it on the weak and rusty chain that held it to the rickety, wooden swingset. But deep down, I secretly thought it was me.
When I first heard the word "fuck." I was about eight... Dad had gotten pissed because some run-of-the-mill accountant at H&R Block had cheated him out of his taxes. Mom blushed and tried to chase him out of the kitchen, but it didn't stop him from yelling it through the hallway.
When I had my first period: Mother's Day. How ironic.
When I went to band camp for the first (and only) time, and got mosquito bites that ended up filling up with pus. On the last day, I complained to Mom, who yelled at me, calling me a bitch for the first and only time in my life... That was the day they found out about Grandma's cancer.
When I ate so many hamburgers during the fourth grade field day, I thought I'd explode.
When I stole candies from Mrs. Dwyer's jar in second grade after everyone else had gone out for recess. Guilty, guilty.
When I won my very first award for writing anything in the first grade. Only I didn't really write it--Mom did. An essay on the benefits of being "drug free." Together, we won a free McDonald's gift certificate; good for one small fry.
Today's Soundtrack: "Fly Me To The Moon," Astrud Gilberto
Best Part of the Day: Hot blueberry muffins
posted at 8:05 p.m.
