Birthday Wish For You
February 9, 2010 at 7:49 am | In letters | 10 CommentsDear Friend,
Today is your birthday.
If I could give you anything in the entire Universe it would be self-love. Not money. Not a trip to anywhere your heart desires. Not anything materialistic and fleeting. Just love. Just the love you seek outside of yourself that, if you looked, you’d realize is right inside your very own heart.
You are a good person. A warm, generous, loving, forgiving, funny, smart, creative, and sensitive soul. You deserve to be happy. You don’t have to do anything extraordinary or be anything but yourself to deserve it. I see you settle for less over and over again. I see you take the blame, beating yourself up, feeling like a failure. You wallow in that bad place. You try to be everything to everyone but you never feel like enough. I want to tell you: You don’t have to live there, in the darkness and in pain. Where is the light? It is in you. It is yours to shine, my friend. First we have to learn to be enough for ourselves and then we can give from that place to others. If we don’t know how to fill ourselves up, we’ll always feel depleted, running on empty. I wish for you fullness and happiness from a bottomless well inside you.
Look inside.
I wish for you, on your birthday, courage. To love yourself best and to know intrinsically that you are worthy of it. I promise you, it will make all the difference.
Be brave and know you are loved,
Sizz
Laundry List
February 8, 2010 at 11:36 am | In my neurosis, reader participation | 48 CommentsMe: Mr. Darcy only wears his clothes once and then puts them in the laundry. Isn’t that odd?
My Mom: No. I do that. You don’t do that?
Me: What?! You RAISED me. How did this “happpen”?
My Mom: {Using my full name which shall not be disclosed here} The clothes are dirty. Of course they should be washed.
Me: If the article of clothing isn’t soiled, why wash it? It’s not like I am profusely sweating in it or wearing it with mustard stains. He doesn’t believe men wear pajamas either. I beg to differ.
My Mom: Do you wash your pajamas after you wear them once?
Me: No. But I don’t sleep in them.
My Mom: Then you better wash your sheets more often.
What is she suggesting? That I am UNCLEAN?
Heh.
So tell me, do you wear your clothes more than once before laundering them?
My Clothes Are NOT Edible
February 5, 2010 at 8:04 am | In drivel, everyday frustrations | 25 CommentsIn the past week my cat Dot has eaten holes in:
- a brand new pair of wool argyle socks that I had worn ONCE
- a totally CUTE thrift store sweater that I’ve only worn three times
- a hand-made blanket
- a tank top
- the hem of a dress
I thought I was hiding my clothes but apparently if you leave your weekend overnight bag unpacked and with the zipper partly open, a cat will climb in there and have a snack. If you toss your tank top on a chair overnight, you will wake up with a huge hole in it.
This cat is murder on my wardrobe.
I’m seriously concerned that she’s got yards of fabric stitched up in her belly.
Listen Here
February 4, 2010 at 7:40 am | In everyday frustrations, light bulb moments, my neurosis, vent | 26 CommentsI have a very expressive face. I realize that you’re just going to have to take my word on this since your experience of me is through these words but trust me, it’s true.
Also, you should note, that I am a horrible liar.
This is not the best combo because every emotion I am feeling will wash over my face and HELLO TRANSPARENCY. This is one of the reasons I avoid playing poker. I have no poker face. (No, I will not play poker with you.)
Add to this that I am a direct person. I’m not the type to coddle and ass kiss. I am nice but not in the sense where I will say one thing and mean another just to make sure that no one gets their panties in a bunch. That shit pisses me off. You want someone to blow smoke up your bum? I am not your girl.
So let’s review:
Expressive face. CHECK.
Horrible liar. CHECK
Direct communicator. CHECK.
Put these all together and what do you have? Apparently, a checklist for trouble.
I am almost 37 years old folks. I’m pretty sure that I’m not going to all of a sudden be the type of person who will swallow my opinions and thoughts in an effort to make other more passive people feel comfortable. Your INdirectness is not my problem.* Just like your feelings are not my responsibility.
Though, I’m just now learning that your feelings are not my responsibility. My therapist informed me of this a few days ago and when she said, “You need to remind yourself that their feelings are not your responsibility” I laughed. Laughed! Because that is so far from my realm of reality I felt like she was asking me to learn another language. I suppose she is in a sense- a new emotional language that does not require me to fix or rescue or control anyone (except me).
For the record, personal growth sure is a lot of work.
But I guess what I am getting at is: I’m not going to stop being fundamentally who I am which is a person who speaks her mind, who will always tell you the truth even when it’s hard, who will probably say too much but mean every word, who cares enough to give a shit and say so, who will not just say what you want to hear when what you really need is a (loving) kick in the ass.
I refuse to apologize for who I am or to buy into your bullshit that your inability to communicate your own feelings and needs are somehow a result of me being me.
Got that?
Good.
I’m glad we had this little chat.
Carry on.
*By “your” I do not mean you in particular. This is a general you.
Holding the Pose
February 2, 2010 at 7:56 am | In drivel, my neurosis, processing | 23 CommentsI feel like I am a time waster lately. For a girl who prides herself on making and tackling her to do list(s), I have felt very scattered and out of focus. (And no, it’s not just because romance has entered my life.) I feel like I am on a treadmill. The thing about treadmills though is that you go and go and go and never actually GO anywhere.
I would like to find more time. And my motivation.
I can’t seem to get up and work out anymore. I just want to sleep. I can’t seem to make it to water aerobics. I have had meetings on class days or social invitations that sound better than putting on a suit. I can’t seem to find time to sit down and read my book. A book! How hard is that?! I can’t seem to cook a meal that is anything to boast about in weeks. Throwing beans into a whole wheat tortilla with some cheese does not a gourmet meal make.
I’ll admit that work is getting me down. I won’t go into it but I feel a bit beaten by it and I’m questioning the future trajectory of my “career”. I’ve also felt really burnt out on the two job situation. I am required to work too many hours in a day if I did everything that is expected of me and I just don’t want to. I get very little enjoyment or satisfaction from it. I don’t want to spend the precious hours in my day at a computer or parking my butt in an office chair just to prove I was working. I don’t want to work 40 hours at one job then 10-15 more at another. But I want to keep saving money to buy a house and paying down my debt so I can carry out my financial goals so I endure it.
Eyes on the prize.
But I wish that I could give what mattered most to me the time and attention it deserves. Like my health and my family and my friends and my creative outlets. All those things take a backseat to pushy obligations whose root origins are money and security.
Last night in yoga I struggled with a particular pose. It required me to have one leg bent back with the heel of my foot towards my back and my opposite arm outstretched with the other arm stretched to the floor, fingertips touching the mat. The teacher kept instructing us in her soothing yogi voice to visualize the leg lifting first then slowly lifting it- that would help us not teeter, that it would make us stronger in the pose. I tried three times and almost fell over. I was incredibly frustrated with myself and immediately the self-flagellation talk began. I hushed my inner critic and moved on to the next pose. But I was not 100% there. Part of me had checked out and I feel like I do that outside of class too. I check out and self-sabotage and let failure talk chatter on in my head especially when I am not successful on the first try. It is not productive but it is familiar.
I am way too much in my head right now. I’m glad I have therapy tonight. I just want to find out how to come from my center which, judging from my yoga class, means I’m going to have to falter a lot and keep practicing. And quiet my mind. And let go.
That was my theme for this year wasn’t it? I suppose I needed that reminder.
Mini-Break*
February 1, 2010 at 7:29 am | In adventures, dating, fun & frolicking, love | 62 Comments“ROMANCE!”
As we were waiting in line to check in we kept hearing the front desk people ask guests that question. I whispered to Bachelor #4, “When they ask us that, I’m going to say ROMANCE.” And I did. Because it made him laugh and I love to make him laugh.
The hospitality clerk was amused and laughed along with us. She joked in a conspiratory tone that it was too bad it was not Valentine’s Day weekend as apparently you can walk through the halls and hear the babies being made. “We’re known for baby making here.” Cough! We’re not in hot pursuit of that particular outcome thankyouverymuch.
A few minutes after we had arrived in our (gorgeous!) room, the phone rang. It was the front desk girl checking to make sure we’d made it there and that it was too our liking. “Someone wants to menage a trois with us,” I said giggling.
There was a gigantic fluffy bed, a fire place, a bottle of sparkling white wine, and a tub fit for two. We got dolled up and shared an intimate late dinner in The Dining Room. We ate breakfast in bed in our robes. We sucked the marrow out of every decadent minute and it was bliss.
The falls were pretty spectacular too.
Perfect getaway weekend.
Though they should sell a shirt that says, “I went to Salish Lodge and came home with a boyfriend.”
*As defined by Bridget Jones, a mini-break is a romantic weekend holiday. Could it be that I have found my Mr. Darcy?
Reason to Swoon #5*
January 29, 2010 at 7:11 am | In dating, float my boat | 43 CommentsSizzle:
Someday we should go here.
They even just sent me a 15% off coupon. They are trying to lure me with discounts and promises of whirlpool jet tubs for two in the room. Bastards.
Bachelor #4:
That looks great. We could totally order room service there. ;)
Sizzle:
And eat it in the tub!
Heh.
B4:
It would only be $200 for this Sat and Sun. Just sayin’. ;)
Sizzle:
I already had that thought.
Why do you think I sent it?
Ahem.
B4:
I will make a reservation my dear.
And just like that I’m being whisked away for a romantic getaway by a man who not only takes a hint but runs with it. By a man who refuses to let me pay. By a man who wants to spoil me. By a man who has literally and figuratively charmed the pants off me.
Total. Keeper.
If he’s not careful, his new nickname is going to be Swoonman.
*I have no doubt this will be an on-going series.
Randomization
January 28, 2010 at 8:33 am | In drivel | 14 CommentsEvery time I am just about to get my hair cut people stop me and ask, “Did you do something different to your hair?’” Maybe it is because I start strategically styling it so that my gray hairs are camoflauged? Maybe it is because my hair has lightened in the eight weeks since I last colored it. Or maybe people are trying to tell me I should not cut my hair.
Regardless, I’m getting my hair cut & colored tomorrow. And you know how that fills me with glee. Glee! I tell you!
I’m sure no one will notice.
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You guys really like Bachelor #4. It’s almost as if you like LIKE him. Hey, that’s my department! At one point yesterday he emailed me to say, “94%? Just remember that next time I say something stupid.” He hardly ever says anything stupid. It’s like he wrote the book on “How To Make a Girl Swoon.” Wait until you hear the latest.
I’m saving that for its own blog post.
Teased ya!
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If anyone has seen my exercise mojo will you PLEASE send it back to me. I think I misplaced it. Or maybe I ran over it with my car.
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Reason #428 why I am friends with Kaply:
She says things like, “It’s because she is a cunt. You can’t help being judgy with cunts. It’s the nature of cuntdom.”
She recently noted that I had not included her in my characters page. I just assumed everyone knew who she was because, hello!, she is Kaply. Apparently not. And so, she is now listed. (You’re welcome!)
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I have not had enough sleep which is indicated by the bags under my eyes and my over-use of exclamation points in this post.
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File this under: Do me a solid.
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Seriously. Go! It’s not like you’re doing anything but reading blogs and avoiding work.
Bachelor #4 Takes on the Review Board*
January 27, 2010 at 7:05 am | In boyfriend review board, dating, float my boat, love | 60 CommentsAlmost one year ago some of my friends were called to serve on the Boyfriend Review Board because apparently I cannot be trusted to pick out my own partner in crime. (Ahem! Stupid track record.) I didn’t really think someone would actually fill out the questionnaire but when I sent it to Bachelor #4 for him to see, he answered every question. Quite possibly he was avoiding work but no matter, he did it. And so I thought you should get a glimpse at the guy who is the reason behind my lack of sleep lately and the daydreamy, goofy grin that seems to have taken up permanent residence on my face. (There is a poll at the end of the post so don’t miss it.)
1. Are you making a suit out of human flesh?
Suits are so last year. This being Seattle, home of the Green River Killer, I just wouldn’t fit in if I wasn’t making at least a vest.
2. Have you ever been the subject of a restraining order? If not, why not?
Happily, no; I have not been the subject of a restraining order. I prefer to be on the plaintiff’s end of legal proceedings.
3. Does medication work better if you snort it?
Medicine is for chumps. Real men get pneumonia and walk it off.
4. Are you now, or have you ever been a member of any of the following groups: a)NAMBLA, b) The Republican Party, c) The 700 Club, or d) The Earth Liberation Front?
I am not the Devil. Or Pat Robertson.
5. Is Jesus Christ your PERSONAL savior?
Jesus Christ is my personal trainer. I wait every day for him to arrive and motivate me to exercise, but he has yet to actually show up. I would so fire his ass if he would answer his calls.
Judge RayLo:
1. Is there anybody who is not the divine Ms. Sizzle who is currently under the impression that you are in a committed and loving relationship with them?
No. So far I can only seem to trick one single woman at a time into showing any interest in me. When my mail-away hypnosis glasses arrive, I reserve the right to change my answer to this question.
2. Sizzle just had a terrible day. Donors yelled, files disappeared, tenants had pitchforks waiting when she got home. What do you do?
Have a nice glass of wine ready, and just be ready to hold her quietly.
3. What do you think of TARP? (If the response includes references to sheets of blue plastic, immediate disqualification.)
Screaming “The Banks got us into this mess!” is a little 1930’s isn’t it? But they did. But they are too important to fail. But they are taking our tax money and foreclosing on people’s homes. I like pie. This question needs to be more pie related. The proper answer to this question should be “cherry – with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on the side”. All I’m saying.
4. What is your relationship with you job? Does it kill your soul, give you a reason to wake up in the morning, or is the idea of employment foreign to you?
My current job gives me a reason to wake up in the morning. Despite any headaches or worries about being under-appreciated, I am doing something that I love and am very good at every day.
5. What do you love about Sizzle? What should she/we love about you?
I think what I like most about Sizzle is her dualities. She can be tough yet sensitive, spontaneous but a planner, down-to-earth yet refined. There’s a lot to learn about her, and I enjoy a mystery and a challenge. And her boobs are fantastic. Hell if I know what she sees in a dork like me, though. Another mystery.
Judge Bird:
1. Does the prospective candidate care deeply about something? (It really doesn’t matter what the something is, just something. This eliminates the boring blah-heads.)
I care about making art. I care about making something that thrills the viewer and leaves them thinking about it later.
2. Is the candidate gainfully employed or motivated to become gainfully employed?
Yes. I draw for a living and some fools continue paying me to do so. Woe be to me when they wise up.
3. Is the candidate willing to profess undying adoration to Ms. Sizzle on an on-going basis, with the peaceful acceptance that it will never be enough?
I’m fine with that. I greatly enjoy telling Ms. Sizzle how cute, adorable and sexy she is any chance I get. It is my firm belief that as many of our conversation topics should revolve around these subjects as much as possible.
4. Is the candidate sufficiently self-contained to enjoy the inevitable alone time that Ms. Sizzle’s fierce independence will afford him?
Ms. Sizzle’s independence is a trait I share with her. While I will hang with her any chance I get, I can also take being told to take a hike every once in a while. As long as she appreciates it back.
5. Is the candidate heavily invested in the quality of his personal relationships (and not just with Sizzle, either)?
I believe in having few friends who are of great importance. My friends know I would move heaven and earth for them, and I know they would do the same for me. They are as important as my family, with whom I am very close despite the fact that they are on the opposite coast.
6. Bonus question: Does the candidate like cats? If not, sorry, pal…it’s not going to work out.
Cats are a perfectly fine substitute for dogs when not available. Just kidding. I like animals.
1. If Sizzle were to be the vivacious and extremely extroverted woman we know her to be at your best friend’s party, and started singing what would be your reaction? Would you a) start a duet with her, b) would you watch on with the look of amazement and love in your eyes, c) would you back off, or d) would you go hide in a corner in embarrassment?
Let’s go with B. Mostly because no-one deserves to be subjected to my singing. I think it’s in the Geneva Conventions somewhere.
2. Do you believe in surprise parties?
Are surprise parties something that you have to “believe” in? Seems to me, that they happen with or without my belief. This is a religious question, right?
3. Are you gay? Because Sizz has already gone down that road.
While I believe no-one is completely straight or completely gay, I like the lady parts way too much.
4. Do you have a girlfriend or are you married? Please note that the internet can supply us with a boatload of info to support or deny your claim, so you better answer honestly!
Please refer to Judge RayLo’s first question for the answer to this question.
5. Do you like sushi?
Sadly, no.
6. Do you drink?
Yes
7. Do you do drugs?
No
8. Do you know what the color taupe is?
Yes
9. When was the last time you had sex and can you last more than 2 seconds?
November of 09, and yes, I can last at least 5 seconds.
10. Can you handle the Sizzle Swizzle?
If we’re talking about what I think we’re talking about… the answer is “Yes”.
1. What are you passionate about? You know, that “thing” that puts fire in your belly? What is it? Why? Cuz, Sizzle is passionate about many things and it puts excitement in her life. You need have that too, your own.
Please refer to Judge Bird’s first question for this answer.
2. What do you like/love about yourself? Qualities you admire about your being. Qualities you admire in others that you may also see in yourself. What is something(s) you are working on about yourself? None of us are perfect, so we get that you’ve got “stuff”. What are those challenging qualities you have?
My best qualities are my dependability, perseverance and self-reliance. I do what I say, and when I really want something my only enemy is time because I will make it happen.
3. Do you like music? Because music is a must. Really.
I like music, but I have terrible taste in it.
4. Have you ever cheated on a significant other? If so, what were the circumstances?
No. That’s the ultimate lie and not something I would do to anyone.
5. How do you feel about family? Are you in contact? If not blood family, do you have a chose family? Maybe friends you consider family?
I am very close to my family. I talk with both of my parents on the phone on an almost weekly basis.
1. Eleanor Roosevelt, Hot or Not?
Not, sorry.
2. Let’s just pretend for a moment that you are at work at the very moment the zombies begin to rise up and take over the planet, would you barricade yourself at work in an attempt at self-preservation or would you fight your way through zombie-infested streets to be with the woman you love?
Are these fast zombies or slow zombies? Before or after lunch? This question is vague at best but I will attempt to answer it. I would organize a party of co-workers and trek across ruined Seattle to find Sizzle. Because a) I work with people who would make great victims in a zombie movie and b) my goal of saving Sizzle would make me the hero… and heroes always make it through in the end.
3. If you could travel through time and do one thing, which would you do? a) assassinate Hitler all ninja-style using little sharp Stars of David, b) wearing an ape outfit, pretend to be Bigfoot at documented sightings, thereby perpetuating the myth, c) try to find out what’s up with Napoleon’s hand, d) would only travel through time IF the woman you loved could come along?
If I could travel through time, I would go back and find Jesus and ask him why he hasn’t shown up for any exercise nights, and why he’s ducking my calls. Guy is a jerk.
4. Would you use your one prison phone call just to call up the woman you love?
Only because I know she has bail money.
5. If someone tried to attack you and your love and you stepped up to protect her, what would you do to the attacker? a) go Medieval on his ass, b) go Edwardian on his ass, c) go Bronze Age on his ass, d) go Post-Modern on his ass?
Let’s go for Edwardian. That sounds unique.
1. What do you think about gay people? (This says a lot about his tolerance in general, not to mention you wouldn’t be able to date any degree of a homophobe. Chances are they probably have a few race issues as well.)
While I have worked alongside gay men and have known more than a few gay and lesbians in college – I don’t have any true “friends” who are gay. Not by plan – it’s just never really come up. From a political sense, it does piss me off that the gay/lesbian community seems to be the only legally discriminated against minority left in the US. It’s bullshit and wouldn’t be allowed with any other group. It feeds my sense of “outrage” I guess.
2. I would like to see photos of him. If he doesn’t smile in any of his photos, he is not right for you. I don’t trust people who don’t smile in their photos. I’ve rarely been wrong about this.
{He smiles. Trust me. And has this adorable dimple.}
3. What are his religious and political views? While the answer is not the deal breaker, the right answer of his should be, he has his beliefs but does not feel a need to preach them nor condemn others for their opinions. If he is strong-willed on either his politics or religion and finds that it is his way or no way, then he is not right for you. Even if upfront he pretends he doesn’t mind your way, he does and it will come out down the road and get ugly.
I am an atheist and a Democrat.
4. Is he attracted to you “as is” or does he think you have a pretty face and after he gets you to lose a few pounds, you’ll be perfect? While this seems like an obvious red flag, it is usually only an elephant in the room that no one wants to talk about until a few months into the relationship and the elephant walks up and steps on your relationship and you are side swiped because you never saw it coming. If this question is asked up front, you know what you are dealing with. He should like you as is and should support you choosing to eat healthy or treat your body well, but should be attracted to you as you are.
I like Sizzle as is. I don’t make demands on people that I can’t do myself. She lives healthier than I do anyway.
5. What is his relationship with his family? It’s okay if he isn’t close to his biological family, but he better have a strong network of friends to surrogate that family. If he is a loner and doesn’t need people in his life, you don’t need him. You need someone gregarious and open to love and knows love from experience. You don’t need to teach him how to love, he already knows.
Please see Judge Jenny Two Times fifth question for this answer.
Judge Kaply: (who is, for the record, the only person in my life (so far) that has met Bachelor #4 in person)
1. Do you live in an apartment or house? Anything with wheels DOES NOT COUNT. Also no tents or yurts.
I live in an apartment – 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom, 1 living room, 1 dining room, 1 kitchen and a balcony. And I abhor tents of any kind.
2. Do you read books? Real books, not “graphic novels” or the back of cereal boxes.
Well, I used to draw “graphic novels” or “comic books” as we called them in “the Biz” for a living, but I do read lots of “real” books. I enjoy History and Fiction (yes, Science Fiction) and some of my favorite writers are JRR Tolkien, China Mievelle, and Neil Gaiman.
3. Do you have friends? Actual human beings who acknowledge and interact with you without payment?
Yes, and a few who don’t charge too much. Why they stand me, I haven’t a clue.
4. Are you able to hold a conversation? Which for the purposes of this review is people alternately talking AND listening? Listening being defined as paying enough attention to what the other person says to relate the gist later to “friends”?
I am an excellent listener and a dynamic conversationalist. I remember shit people say all the time. Sometimes, even at appropriate moments.
5. Are you gainfully employed at something that allows you to pay your bills without recourse to your mom, dad or some other person to fill in the gaps?
I am gainfully employed. But I will accept donations from anyone who offers. Except Ms. Sizzle. That’s just bad form. I’m still trying to impress her.
6. Everyone firmly believes that they have a sense of humor. Has anyone other than your mom ever told you that you were funny? Do you appreciate funny in other people?
Holy Shit – I am FUNNY – you don’t even KNOW! I even have it in writing on a holiday card from friends. One of my biggest past-times and greatest loves is laughter. I try to take nothing too seriously, least of all myself.
*I think this guy deserves a better nickname than Bachelor #4. I’m working on it.
Animal Adventures
January 26, 2010 at 7:04 am | In family, fun & frolicking | 35 CommentsI spent Saturday with my nephew at the Zoo. I don’t, as a general rule, like the Zoo mostly because I don’t like to see animals out of the natural habitats or confined in small spaces. But, for my nephew, I will do anything. This fact has been proven time and time again.
Spending time with Finn is one of the greatest joys in my life. With him, I am impossibly silly and happy. We were rambling through the zoo on a quest to find monkeys when he looked at me and said smiling, “I just tooted.” So I was all, “Quick! Let’s out run it!” And so we did. We ran. Because 3.5 year olds love to run. (Note to self: up your work outs.)
We were near the bears when he said, “I have to go potty.” Uh oh. This zoo is like a maze- how the eff am I going to find a bathroom?! I checked the map and asked a Zoo person and we picked up the pace each time he said, “I can’t hold it.” By the end we were sprinting towards the restroom. He made it just in time. Phew! I was worried. Later, on the way out, I bought him a giraffe toy and some french fries and he fell asleep in the car two blocks from home.
I love that kid in ways I cannot even articulate. Every time I hang out with Finn I have renewed appreciation for parents. How you cart around all those toys and change of clothes and snacks while ensuring the kid’s safety and happiness and running after them- them with their childlike exuberance and you with not enough sleep or coffee. How do you make it through your day without needing uppers or naps?! I’m so impressed and in awe. Mostly though, how you are in charge of this little person, and how they can break your heart 1,000 ways- with their smile, smarts, or tears. Being a parent is the most important job on earth. I bet even the gorillas would tell you that.
I hope someday I get to be one.
{There. I admitted it.}
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