So my dad went over to my aunts for awhile tonight, and I mostly chillaxed (I don't like that word. It reminds me too much of 'laxative'.) with all the work for Kway I've got and then all the THSS work that's going to hit like a landslide the minute I turn in my Kway keys tomorrow.
But my dad went to my Aunty Jean's because after my grandmother's funeral in December all her stuff was just shipped to the biggest available basement until people could look at it without crying. Anyway, he came home with a lot of things. A lot of crystal for me, a John Deere plate set my grandmother had bought for my brother when he moved out (which hadn't happened before she died) and a handmade lace scarf that my aunts are trying to make me wear to prom.
It goes with nothing I was planning on wearing, but I'm trying to work it in somehow.
Only, it smells like her. A lot. And I can't handle it for long. I also got this adorable blue suede clutch purse, but it smells like her too. I'm afraid of getting really upset by the smell, but I'm more afraid of how fast they'll lose that smell.
Speaking of scarves, my Aunty Sharon made me a scarf for my birthday. It's the fourth one I've gotten! *grins* Except this one is in typical Aunt style and in pink, purple, and fire engine red. Apparently, somewhere, I exhibited the right skin tone to make my aunt believe that I could accomodate all of those colors at once somewhere.
Like wherever Barbie lives.
'...Spring forward, and Fall back down...'
I also got, from my grandmother's things, a tiny hand-blown glass chair. My creative side tells me to glue it to my wall (I can't believe I let so many if you into my house and DID NOT show you my 3D collage) and yet my boring side is telling me to tuck it away amidst tissue paper and moth balls for a Special Occasion.
Just like my grandmother did....... *pause*
The wall it is.
I'm going to miss My Kids. That would be what I call them out loud now. See, in my head, they all have strange little names.
Bandages is the beautiful and tall redhead who laughs like a dying duck and it makes me cry because it's so purely jeuvenile, even though she looks nothing like 12 and was abused her whole life because she has two diseases - one where she's biologically 2 years older than her literal age, and another called Peka, where you can NOT stop putting things in your mouth, or eating them. Non-edible ones, that is.
Popcorn is the first kid to take a shine to me. I had him in Drama and he pantomimed this dance that he calls 'Making Popcorn in My Pants' that has something to do with beer and groin thrusting a toothbrush. I still don't get it, but my class is directly opposite his and I get him in trouble with Mr. Hope all the time by making faces at him across the hall and getting him to make them back. (My mother used to do that to me all the time.) Yesterday he shaved his head and he loves all that attention. He looks like an actor -the kid that everyone loves in those 60's nostalgia flicks.
Tweedledee & Tweedledum are two boys that are not related, but spend every second together and are the single greatest reason to laugh that I've ever found. Tweedledum makes this noise like old people having sex when he's thinking, and it makes me laugh until I pee a little and cry and can't breathe all at once. Tweedledee is mischeivous and the source of all my impatience.
Rico Suave is this kid that has so much 'bling' he might as well be wearing a silver-plated car door around his neck. He's slow and deliberate and never clumsy, and an attractive kid. I have this feeling he'll be a 'real heartbreaker'.
Idol Girl; I've never actually had her for anything, but on the first day she befriended me and compliments all my ties, jewellry, and notices each new hairstyle. She says I'm a cool teacher, because I laugh too much and smile 'way more than Mr. V, and he smiles A LOT'.
The Challenge Girls are probably my most amiable kids. One has orange orange ORANGE hair and draws on her shoes (which I used to do) and I showed her how to do it so your mother doesn't see it. And the other reminds me so much of Maggie and Lauren combined that I have to hug her everytime she gets a question right in Cranium and exclaims with bouncing, curling pigtails; "My GOD! I'm BRILLIANT!" with such a sense of humor about herself.
The Pest is this stuttering kid with the SAME mentality as that actor in The Pest movie and he is just so shifty-eyed and quiet that I'm about to apologise, but then I always see him smirk at me just before I do. Good thing, too.
There's alot of other ones, too. The ones that ask questions they already know the answers to so they can feel affirmed, those that try and treat you exactly like an equal and call you by your first name when they learn it, the out and out defiant ones, and the ones that are so sweet you kind of wish you could take them home with you.
Anyway... enough with the snifflies.
~Sham on