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As the Mayor here, I have achieved an uncanny reputation for being right more than 92% of the time while raising 5 daughters, 1 son, a BA dog and a husband who adds to the daily drama.

I am also fondly known as Your Honor, crazy bitch, psycho mom, wily temptress & that damn Yankee.



 

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Jun152010

Random Sass

 

 

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Well, to be fair that is a vintage picture (taken 10 years ago) of my number 6 child. If she could have typed at age 3 1/2 she would have been hilarious because she always made up the funniest sayings. For one of her classes last year she developed this little diddy about her teenaged sister:

 

SNAPSHOT OF MY SISTER

by Dylan Marie



Slumped over the table her finger joints moving as fast as a cheetah running, it looked as if she had been there for days with a smelly grey sweatshirt and a pair of black sweat pants on. A blank face stared at the computer screen and everything else was dark in the room. She looked as pale as snow. The computer screen reflected off her face with her mouth clamped shut and her eyes looked as if they were going to pop out. She yelled, “GET OUT!”

The author, Raymondo & The Hurricane

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Ain't sisterly love grand? This snapshot of her subject is so right on the mark that I just had to frame it and hang it up in the kitchen. Anyway, the sister who was the focus of this essay, The Hurricane, graduated from high school last week. The weekend of her ceremony was darkened by some of the worst storms in recent Detroit Metro history. Documentation of the event was pretty lame as I was recovering from a serious bout of stomach flu. I cut myself out of the few pictures I was in because I still looked pasty pale and sickly.

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RANDOM TRAIN

Why is it that the job of a mother to worry is never done? My fully capable #5 child, The Fashionista, announced she was walking with her friend to a nearby dairy for ice cream. It's a bit of a hike, but they cut through the neighboring subdivision and across some train tracks for a more direct route. We've made the trek together many times.

There is just something that gives me the willies to walk across the tracks. I've certainly made it clear that train tracks, no matter how infrequent the train, are something to be respected and there is to be no foolishness on them at any time.

Sure enough 20 minutes after they left I hear the train horn tooting. A momentary panic fills my chest, so I call on the cell phone. A very exasperated daughter answers....she assured me they were already at their destination licking on an ice cream cone. Since the train already came by they were sure not to encounter one on the way back.

Phew. We dodged that one and they were on the way back so I could just settle myself down. It's hard to believe I used to have nerves of steel. Next year she'll have her driver's permit and that will open up a whole new can of worms to be concerned about.

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Reader Comments (9)

I'd have made the very same call. And the fact that those tracks are on a curve and you can't see very far makes it worse.

I try desperately not to call my kids when they are a few minutes late, or out when I didn't expect them, or whatever.

I try. I don't always succeed.

June 16, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterThe Mother

the lifelong worry thing, is the part of the job description I hate so much but then I see that sweet face at night, asleep in her bed and it's all worth it.

June 16, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJessica

I'm so impressed by the six kid I 'm open mouthed over here. I barely raised two. Well done random.

June 17, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterPseudo

totally accurate description of the hurricane. i guess #6 may be inheriting her mama's writing chops.

June 17, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterprincess #1

My dear, you never, ever stop worrying! Just when you think you might because they find amazing,wonderful spouses, a few years later you have a GRANDCHILD and it starts all over...

Changing the subject, maybe you could do a post on Pres. Obama firing Gen. McChrystal and giving the job to Gen. Petraous (spelling?). Don't you find it funny that the media has forgotten how they called him Gen. "Be-tray us". Good thing American's seem to have a five minute attention span...

And changing the subject again, you could post about the 5.0 earthquake we had today!!! Were you in the bathtub for that too?!? Perhaps with a martini as someone suggested?

June 23, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKathy

Always go with your gut, I say. Hope you are feeling better!

June 30, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLawyer Mom

-Cartier Tank Swiss made watchesThe first step is as good as half over.

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