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Snack. Sigh. Seethe: My Memoirs

    I read Eat. Pray. Love. I rather enjoyed it. Elizabeth Gilbert ate her way around Italy, prayed until she saw blue in India, and loved herself a ton in Indonesia. Yes that’s an oversimplification, but that’s all my brain allows these days—feedbites. Feedbite!? I meant soundbite. Or something. Oh Lawd… The other day I quipped “Well its not exactly brain science

    [plosive exhale…]

    As much as I fancy the idea of writing a book, a collection of essays, or a MEMWHAH, these bitty bloggy posties seem to take it all out of me. Incidentally, Bitty Bloggy Posties also sounds like a delicious breakfast treat.

    Dream with me for a moment, will you? I have thousands of readers awaiting my next feedbite. The Blogher people change the conference to Blogenshtein09 and ask me to give the key blog address. An agent calls me and asks for my memoir of young motherhood entitled…entitled? I crunch my toasted almonds in her ear, knowing how rude eating on the phone must seem to her, but savoring the nuttiness all the same. Sorry. Yes. Entitled…

    Wipe. Wipe. Wipe: Butts, Mouths, and Noses

    Snack. Sigh. Seethe: When is your father getting home?

    Sleep. Sit. Stare: And Other Interrupted Fantasies

    Drink. Laugh. Cry: All Before Five

    Penis.Penis.Penis: My life With Males.

    Vomit. Wretch. Yak: Flu Seasons

    Hommos. Hotdogs. HoHos: One Has No Beef Fat

    Seconds. Minutes. Hours: Not Even Noon.

    No. Shush. Stop: Fine. Forget it. Go ahead.

    Taste. Hope. Like: Lower Your Expectations

    0 thoughts on “Snack. Sigh. Seethe: My Memoirs”

    1. Ann you had me at
      penis penis penis!!!

      I could read no further after that!!!

      Sad, I know!! Just the mere mention sends me into a tizzy!!! NOT!!

      Just trying to be funny!! Of course, not as funny as you!!!

      Oh I Am First!!!!

    2. I’m digging the feedbite. I loved Eat.Love.Pray, but I never realized that it was likely due to the fact that I also seem to function best in short, undescriptive sentences.

    3. Michelle, penispenispenis!

      Bern this, Is that your native name?

      Rene, I have, too. Fo-real.

      Mary, chompchomp feedbite chompchomp. I’m glad!

      Lyndsay. see mary ;O)

    4. Or…I should have said Elijah’s at the door…

      With all the Penis talk…it could be confused! Yikes! That just really messes me up. I need to turn off the computer now!

      Love your post! 🙂

    5. ACK… Blogger just ate my comment.

      My fave was runner-up: Drink. Laugh. Cry: All Before Five
      Winner: Snack. Sigh. Seethe: When is your father getting home?
      All of them were brilliant! I am going to miss reading your blog so much while I am gone!! But I won’t miss the Midwest. Promise! 😀

    6. Hahahaha I’m way too brain dead to think up a funny comment and I have to go clean up cat poop.

      Awesome post. At some point it won’t seem overwhelming and scary and your blogging public will cajole you into that weighty memoir so we can Drink, Read, Laugh: Starting at Noon.

    7. Hey Mama…me too. And I live here. And I wrote Lost & Found in India; but truly, I wanted to tell her to shutup and get back to Italy….:))

      No. Shush. Stop: Fine. Forget it. Go ahead.

      This one? It’s the winner. Write it.

    8. Tooj, always good to know someone else gets it

      Jenny, Penises have the effect sometimes I guess 😉

      Melissa, Hey there! Long time no see. Now that’s a doozy.

      Goddess, yep that’s when I need a little ‘help’ from my ‘friends’ 😉

      Amy, and I’ll miss you! When you come home I’m leaving for Florida with the kids…I didn’t know voting would ensue, but you picked two? Mwah mwah mwah.

      Awwww, thanks Sweat Pea. I mean SWEET Pea. You are definetly not a sweat pea 😉

      Marinka, I’m always taking notes from you 😉

      Blicky, thanks for the encouragement. Oh, and I relate on the tired and having to scoop poop routine, of course.

      Mama bird, HA. Well said.

      Braja, Okay Done.Written: Ha. Ha. Kidding.See, there’s a new title!

      Roshni, no fair to write that beautifully in a COMMENT!! Thanks for coming back.

      Rambler, welcome and I can’t wait to go see your bloggy makeover.

      Woman, yet another of my bad habits…Thanks very important woman

    9. methinks you are on a secondhand testosterone high!

      Time to run away form home now.

      I like the last title for your memoirs. It seems to sum up all of a mothers life