Shenanigans

Feb. 7th, 2013 06:01 pm
pixietastic: (me2011)
Dear Loki,

I see what you're doing there, god of mischief, fucking things up. My whole week you've taken and turned on it's head, my god it's only Thursday, and just like when I thought I was crazy in that moment I wrote about in Week One, I'm left sitting here in awe of your mischief.

Oh? You need clarification? You want to know what wrench you've thrown me to get hate-mail you playful little devil?

Let me start with the dramatics, the angst that is my eight year old. The infamous eight year old I wanted to trade in last week, this week she wanted a bra, because what 3rd grader with nothing to put in a bra doesn't want one? Honestly, when I was in 8th grade the school damn near had to hold an intervention to get me to agree to some support for my 32C's, it was a damn national conference, baggy sweatshirts and overalls can't save you now Ani, you need a B-R-A, chanted the pep-squad! So this weekend I made friends with Wal-Mart and bought her one (or two because come on, a young lady must have a dark one and a light one, to wear and presumably show off, in the locker room before gym class) because she doesn't want (or need) to be a social outcast like her mother, right? Peer pressure is still a thing, at least I think it is.

The baby, the wonderful perfect bless-her-heart baby went from being a perfect shining example of all baby-kind to a screaming drooling boob-monster who feels the need to demonstrate at every available opportunity, how great the 4 new teeth she's cut since Sunday, are!

And my poor middle daughter is just getting the raw end, I don't even have time to complain about her she's slipping through the cracks so badly.

And then Monday, like a fool, I went to work expecting this bad mood would linger, expecting the WORST, a day without sunshine, the day after STUIPIDBOWL Sunday in a bar, might as well be Christmas day in a shopping mall, I could have fired a cannon through the bar and not hit anyone. And yet there you were Loki, making mischief again, your whacky-jinx buggering up my bad day, you send in Al, the biggest tipper in the history of big tippers, the guy I've only met twice, but his legend permeates the strip bar, like some cheap cologne "he's the guy that tips girls $600-$1,000 on stage AND THEN takes them for private dances, he's unstoppable" everyone's heard of Al, everyone knows him on sight, everyone flatters him, he gets so much attention, but could I pick him out of a line up on post-Superbowl Monday, when everyone's hungover as sin and an asshole to boot? Hell no, I've only met him twice and neither time was he interested in me.

So what does Al do? What changes my view of every-fucking-thing, peeling back my jaded cynicism? He drops a grand in my lap, $1,200.00 for a quick flash of those chewed up milk-filled fun bags, a fucking G-note, buddy, to see that used-and-worn pair of tits, that I hoist up with a 34DD push up-bra from La Senza, you know, leopard print, the full-meal-deal. A thousand dollars because I'm the bartender, and because he's drunk and like everyone else, he's told me his whole life story over a bottle of Grey Goose, and I've listened and repeated the key parts, asking the less offensive but still crucial questions, and he's deemed me worthy of his interest for the night.

And I think to myself how unnecessary it is, how unlike years ago when I was painting pennies so they'd look like dimes, this kind of good fortune would have been life saving, it would have been everything, and now it was nice, but I didn't need it, I didn't even feel entitled to it.

So then when Tuesday rolled around, and I found myself so much richer, I decided to channel some of your mischief Loki, I decided to take myself downtown, to the place where no one has enough, where the beggars mug other beggars or fight each other for food. And I decided that the several hundred dollars I'd brought with me, would be gifted off, handed out to people who's need was greater, no it wasn't all of it, because I'm not that self-less, but it was some, it was what in years before would have tided me over for a few weeks of groceries, and there I divide it up amongst single moms friends who were struggling, between people who asked for change, and people who just needed it.

Gifts come in strange ways it seems Loki, and the games you play, restoring my faith in the balance of the universe, the perspective you give me over my petty ridiculous problems and this amazing gift from a strange man in a strange place that puts me in a position to share the wealth, to perpetuate your over the top toying with the status-quo.

Sincerely,
She-who-painted-pennies and now gives them back.

This is my entry for week 3 of LJ Idol exhibit A, topic; Shenanigans
pixietastic: (Aridine)
So Ari and I are walking back from the school having dropped Ada at gymnastics and Grace is sleeping in the ergo, the following conversation happens:

Ari: can we decorate for Christmas.
Me: yeah but probably not totally over the top.
Ari: aw but why?
Me: Well do you know what cynical means?
Ari: no.
Me: it's like a grownup version of grumpy.
Ari: ok and...
Me: And Lee and I are still kinda cynical.
Ari: but why? Why are you grumpy?
Me: Well sometimes bad things happen to grownups and it takes us awhile to get over it.
Ari: like what?
Me: well like your father.
Ari: God, Scott? You're still not over that? Like really mom? That was like 24 years ago!!
Me: *bursts out laughing* wow, ok, touche kid. I guess you're right.
Ari: like really mom get over it, it's Christmas!
Me: well Lee's somewhat Christmas cynical too.
Ari: Why?
Me: well he was married once too and it didn't work out for him either and sometimes when you're separated from your kids or you're alone at Christmas it makes you sad and kind of cynical for awhile, I think we need to ease into this holiday cheer thing kinda slowly.
Ari: *rolls eyes* really, just get over it. Like come on!
Me: Ok well point taken.
Ari: I mean why would you be sad without Scott?
Me: well I'm not, at all actually it's more to do with how poor we were when you were little and how worried I was that I couldn't buy you things and take care of you the way I wanted to.
Ari: But mom, I don't need THINGS, I need you!!!
Me: you've got a really good attitude kid, I love you.
Ari: I love you too mom, now can we decorate for Christmas.
Me: I'll think about it.
Ari: good cause last Christmas was kind of crappy.
Me: I promise this year will be better than last year.

And hug and end scene.

I swear I couldn't make this shit up, I'm not much for touchy mushy stuff but this totally melted me. I really love that kid, so fricken much.

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