"No permanent damage done", yeah except for one crispy blankie.When I introspect I just come out looking like this :/
:o/More like that
You'll never write anything good?You write something good every time you write, Annie.If you don't believe me, spend an hour doing some random blog surfing. (You'll have to go outside your circle of friends, because by and large they're a pretty decent lot of writers.)You'll find a gem every now and then, but only after you've drudged through a -lot- of dreck and filth.You're proof to the fact that a childhood without heartache and tragedy can still yield a wealth of wonderful stories.You have that gift.
You could go into photo journalism using only your camera phone.
Anonymous- :) I wish I knew where to send the check. Thank you. Tear.
NCS- Carronin has made up for the crispy blankie hundred fold by now for being a good seester.B-I know! Right?!Glittersmama- I prefer glamour shot-esque pics of myself, but hey, sometimes I gotta keep it real.
Thank you for the beautiful post, Annie. It's nice to see that side of you sometimes. For some reason, my brain processed the words "functional parents" as "FICTIONAL parents." I thought to myself for a second, "Well, no WONDER she had a great childhood...her parents were everything she imagined!!!" Then I re-read. Oh. Yeah, FUNCTIONAL parents are good, too.
Oh the angst! I love it!!!
Umm, can I have some cookie dough? That's what introspect does to me.
Intropsection is good!...just not too often:)
Thank you for the good read ideas;)I need a good book to get lost in. I have so much to catch up on blogging, but not enough time to get in the creative mode I like. I love what you write. Anonymous is just the best. I almost cried reading that comment. For you of course;)
as one who grew up with a well, less than ideal past, most of us would give up all the best sellers in the world to have functional parents. don't be too hard on yourself, i dig your blog. hey, not everyone could look that good in an apron and still write some of the most hilarious stuff ever.
Two of my favorite books.....when you are finished, read "Ya Ya sisterhood" it is all about choices.....it is a matter of which road you take, every moment of your life. Regardless of your parents, and their love and support...or lack there of.....it still comes down to choices. I have friends who had what would be viewed as very fine childhoods....who countless times made very poor choices.....SO...you still have to be a strong enough person to make the right choices, at the right time. Be proud of your choices princess.
I had a day like that yesterday. It left me feeling.....uhhh...maybe it left me numb!I prefer to enjoy the days, laugh, and be as happy as I can be!
I LOVE these comments, love them!I read Augusten's Dry but have not read Scissors yet. As someone who could probably write that book on childhood disfunction, I need to read/talk to/hear/know/and be friends with people who had it 'somewhat normal'. My choices haven't always been good, but with the example of my friends and loved ones.....I've been able to make enough good ones to pull off a pretty good life.SoDak's right...it's about choices.Annie, thanks for being an example to me and for being my friend-sniff-keep doing what you do.(The pictures are a scream!! I'm all...wha??)
I could totally write a book about my childhood. Honest to goodness it has murder-for-hire, mystery, abuse, intrigue, illegitimate babies, paternity questions, hidden money, FBI narcs, and the Korean Mafia. I haven't written it yet because I'm still thinking of a really good No De Plume to disguise my identity.anonymous: I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for complimenting my writing as I'm sure you were referring to me in Annie's circle of friends. CHing! :)
I don't have anything interesting to say, but I do agree with what anonymous said! I love hearing your stories, Annie! :)
When I introspect my eyes are all bloddshot, my hair looks like I stuck my finger in the electric socket and my nose is redder than rudolph's after a holiday party!
A story is only as good as the way it's written. And you my dear, have a flair for writing!
My childhood stories also involve an El Camino, a neighbor girl named Trixie, and finding out that Captain Kangaroo was a close personal friend of my grandma.
My story starts out wih five siblings: Dixie, Darlene,Dick,Mardel and Henry Edsel. Think about it. These are Annie's aunts and uncle.
Did I miss something? Did a wonderful post about your childhood disappear into thin air? Or am I too dumb to find it? Perhaps all of the above? Serves me right for getting here late! :D
Annie, You are too funny! I love reading your blog. You find humor in everything. When I need a pick-me-up, I come straight here. Thanks.
I see you sitting there. Leave a comment.