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So Huz told me this morning that Dad had told him about the time he almost ran over a cop for me.
I was eight or nine, I think. A summer evening, after dinner. I was out on the front lawn, along with several of the neighbor kids, and the teenage girl across the street and I were playing tag. �Base� was the metal bar between the two screen door panels, but even though it was summer, my parents hadn�t put the screens in. Big panes of glass.
Can you see where this is heading? Good, because I obviously didn�t, lit. and fig. I smashed my arm into the glass below home base, glass everywhere, blood everywhere. I was bundled into the Oldsmobile with a white cotton cardigan (which in short order was white no longer) wrapped around my left arm and Dad burned rubber to the nearest hospital.
Which was in the midst of a nursing strike.
Picket lines and cops abounded. Dad tried to drive through, and was stopped by a cop. He bellowed out the window �My daughter is DYING HERE!� (in retrospect, a slight exaggeration, but effective at the moment) and gunned his engine as the cop still tried to block his way.
Long story short, he got through, I was a brave little soldier (which was SO unlike me as a kid � shock is a wonderful thing sometimes), I got an uglyass scar out of it and couldn�t go swimming for what felt like the entire rest of the summer.
I suppose he used it to give Huz an example of how far he would go to avoid being jerked around by The Man.
My Dad: The Jewish Panther.
And, of course, to show the lengths to which he would go to take care of his Beautiful Little Princess.
I don�t think I�ve mentioned that one before. Huz and I were over my folks, and I don�t even know what the context was, but in response to something my mother said I should suck it up and just do, already, he muttered sotto voce that I shouldn�t have to because I was a �Beautiful Little Princess.�
I didn�t even hear him say it, and cracked up when Huz told me after. And also thought, �Instant catchphrase!�
So any time I want to cop out of doing something I don�t want to, I tell Huz I don�t have to because I am a �Beautiful Little Princess.�
And then he makes me do it anyway.
But I�m still a Beautiful Little Princess.
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