Sweetney

I'm too old for ALL of this shit

Things of note -- the good, the bad, and the fugly:

• I'm gonna be published! Like, in a real, actual book and stuff! I KNOW! It's like someone confused me -- a lowly child-exploiting pimp -- with a real writer! Oh, inverted world!
  

• I am (yawn) A PIMP! YES, AGAIN! BUT IN AN ALL-NEW PIMPTASTIC WAY: I PIMP OTHER BLOGGERS! BLOGGERS I KNOW AND LIKE! FOR SHAME ON ME AND ALL OTHER PIMPS/HOS LIKE ME WHO LIKE OTHER BLOGGERS! (yawn)

• In case you hadn't caught on yet, the word of the day week (month?) is "Pimp". I have no idea why this is the case, but clearly IT JUST IS. Do not question the wisdom of the hive mind! Go out and use it whenever and wherever you can, my friends. Everyone else is doin' it. Sheep say Baaaaah!
  

• I'm almost 38 years old. I'm almost 38 years old and last night I stayed up until (gasp!) 2am, and over the course of the entire 6-hour evening spent lustily chitty-chatting with a my friend Angela I consumed a grand total of 3 glasses of wine (double gasp!). This equation -- 38x2am+3wine -- naturally means I feel like a whole convoy of tractor trailer trucks filled with anvils did the hokey-pokey on my whole entire self -- my corporeal form right down to my immortal soul -- all night whilst I slept. Exaggeration and melodrama aside, I feel certain I might be dying. (ROSEBUD!...)

• In an ill-advised fit of pre-38x2am+3wine optimism I promised some very, very special ladies that I would participate in this week's Friday Flashbacky thingymajigger, and since I actually umm kind of wrote this week's question, I feel as though I should really follow the fuck through and do some bootstrap-pulling-upping and so HERE:

Q: What was the first movie you ever saw?

A: Jason and the MFing Argonauts, beeyotches!:

And to answer your question: YES, my parents clearly hated me with the fiery passion of a thousand imploding suns.

So what was your first movie experience, and did it by any chance give you evil skeleton-based nightmares that left you emotionally and psychologically hobbled for years? No? Just me? Really? Huh.

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Please to visit our other fine Flashback Friday participants:

(The One, The ONLY) Mamalogues
Oh the Joys
Mrs. Flinger
IzzyMom

Panda of my heart

Today's Flashback Question: My Favorite Thing (Or, 'These Are A Few Of...') - post a picture of an object or objects (we know that your children are your most valued whatevers, but we're going OBJECTS here. Books, art, photos, mementos, shoes, garden gnomes, television set, whatever) that is/are dear to your heart. What would you grab if your house were on fire?

Me & Teddy, circa 1972

At first I thought about some of the old jewelry I have, passed down to me from now-deceased ancestors. Then I thought about some cherished books and irreplaceable photographs, both charting out memories of my youth. And yes, I did think about my computer -- just for a fleeting second, I'm not a total asshole -- and how much work it would take to even partially reconstruct its contents. The horror... the horror....

But honestly? Teddy is the only object I can imagine cutting a sizable gash in my heart if I were to lose it. The only object I own that is bound to me in a way that that feels almost primally, gutwrenchingly emotional. And hey, listen, I know it's irrational, and perhaps even a little dumb -- I'm thirty-seven freakin' years old for crissakes, not THREE -- but I'd dump the lot of antique jewelry I own to save his fuzzy old ass from a fire.

Teddy currently lives in M's bedroom, not in mine, mind you. I may be sentimental and prone to irrational fits of nostalgia, but I'm NOT fucking creepy, man.

What about you? What's your most cherished, will-snatch-from-a-fire-above-all-else favorite thing?

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Mah fellow fabulous Flashback betches:
Her Bad Mother: http://www.badladies.blogspot.com 
Mrs. Flinger: http://mrs.flinger.us
Girls Gone Child: http://girlsgonechild.blogspot.com
Whoorl: http://whoorl.com
Oh The Joys: http://othejoys.blogspot.com
IzzyMom: http://izzymom.com
Mamalogues: http://mamalogues.com