I regret to inform you that your TV show is no longer my favorite. Since I was diagnosed with Lupus, that show got a little too real. Now I listen to Castle as I fall asleep because it’s just as entertaining and it will never happen. Seriously. It would take David Baldacci getting writer’s block, and deciding to drop in and follow me around being a stay-at-home-mom. He could make stupid comments while I make parenting look sexy and cool and once an episode come up with some spectacular solution. David Baldacci once answered my question on a LibraryThing forum and did it without any mockery or stupidity, so I can’t say I see this ever happening.
I will still watch and enjoy your show but you will no longer be top billing in the part of my brain that dishes out pop culture references to serious situations.
In the season finale of Season 6 and AGAIN in the first few episodes of season 7, you told House that you being in love with him had nothing to do with wanting him to change. He told you that you’d eventually start being pissed off at the things he’s ALWAYS done – like lying to you about a patient – and you said “nuh uh, won’t happen.” Now, you’re pissed at him for doing exactly the same thing he did in every single fucking episode in the last 6 seasons. If you really don’t want to care about him doing what he does, only assign him patients you hate. Then if they die from some stupid treatment that will spike your BP, you can at least be comforted in the fact that they are DEAD.
Or whip out the ole “really long consent form” for all his future patients. “By signing this you agree that you’re about to be treated by a mad genius. You agree not to sue him or his employers for any retarded, unethical, experimental, insane, and unrecommended treatment.” You’re smart enough to get what you both want. It’s just going to take some creativity.
Thank you so much for teaching my kids the art of creating stupid jingles. In response, I have taught them about the psychology behind advertising. At least now they know not to sing me the little tune and beg for something at the low, low price of $59.99 for 2 packs of glorified play-do unless they really want to hear Mommy rant for hours.
I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. I know I don’t want you to ever read this because no one should have to carry this with them, but I can’t hold it inside me. If you ever do find my blog, this is at least an honest recollection from a woman who loves you.
I replaced the last pictures we had of you with more recent pictures of our forever children. For some reason, God had different paths planned for us and we were only together for a short time. I spent and I spend a lot of time mad at Him for what happened. It’s odd to me that I still love you the same amount as I do the children who live in my house. With them, they get older and smarter. They make mistakes and grow. They get more and more like us. They have opinions – rather loud ones – and desires and needs.
With you, all I ever got was a few months and some pictures to remember you by. I remember you as 5 and 7 year olds but 4 years and an entirely new family have come for both of us. With them, I was handed their novel. With you, I was only given a few short chapters. I’d like to read more and know more, but it’s best not to pester the author while the story is in progress. In another 10 or 15 years, hopefully I can learn the rest.
I still have the pictures on the computer I use most often. Every file I pull up, I see your pictures. I’m learning to let go – quietly and slowly – but I haven’t made it to the point of putting your photos on an external drive yet.
Are you done with your little vacation yet? I know I spend most of my time in sweat pants and a tank top but I’m ready for that to change! Do you know that lately I started throwing out DSW catalogs before even looking at them? Why? Because there’s no point in buying shoes when I have a closet full that I don’t wear.
Do you hear me? I rationalized NOT BUYING SHOES. I’m going insane without you. I haven’t had a haircut in months. MONTHS! I want to start a blog for fashion choices for people with neurological disabilities (or fibromyalgia or anything that comes with dysautonomia or allodynia.) I can’t do that when my uniform includes navy blue sweat pants, black knee socks, and a crazy colored tank.
Fashion sense, you better get your ass back here RIGHT NOW. Put down the tropical drink, put on some clothes and clock back in. You’ve got work to do!
To my children –
Effective immediately, I’m spraying you with Lysol the instant you get in the car after school. You end up with a virus and get sick for a day or two. I get the virus and the Lupus tries to eat my face off.
I have been on antibiotics for 10 days now and have 4 more to go. I taste onions constantly. Look, even the baby knows “don’t talk to Mommy until she’s had a cup of coffee.” You try drinking coffee in the morning when all you taste is onion.
The only solution is to stop exposing your mother to germs and I’ve caught you little shits licking tables in fast food restaurants. I KNOW I’m nuts so I can only imagine what disgusting things the little shits who do not have me as a mom do. Those kids are sharing their germs with you and I don’t want them.
Stop sending me two catalogs several times a month that have the same beautiful, lustworthy items in them. Once a month, I get to drool over your leather goodies. After that you’re just rubbing my nose in the fact that I’m too poor to buy them! I already send you way too much money for Circa supplies – but now I get to cry a little inside when I see the Bomber Jacket leather card wallet that matches my Bomber Jacket leather Circa cover. It’s the only thing that makes me want to replace my red leather card wallet that I bought 4 years ago. The red leather wallet that goes everywhere with me. The red leather wallet that I bought a matching clutch for so I could tote my lipstick and perfume along with my personalized note cards.
I really love you, Levenger. I love how Mr. Leveen replies to posts online and writes a thoughtful blog. I love your customer service. I grudgingly understand how you’ve had to adapt some of your products to Apple’s tomfoolery. But please stop taunting me!
With all the love in the world, Cyndi