tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728124385954837862024-03-05T04:17:01.193-05:00mackin inkkarey m.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431535677698029278noreply@blogger.comBlogger438125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472812438595483786.post-76212167179413750942013-05-01T07:00:00.000-04:002013-05-01T07:00:45.117-04:00speaking of heaven...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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this week has been difficult. pat and lill and grae have all been on separate trips, so esmé and i have been on the verge of tears ever since they left. and by verge, i mean everything makes us cry. i'll tell you some stories later.</div>
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but here's one that's sticking to me right now.</div>
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one of the things i adore about pat is that he believes in certain things. whatever those things may be, he is full-on confident. but i'm a waverer. and waverers like me really enjoy the company of full-on confident gentlemen.</div>
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i ask him sometimes if there's a heaven. and he says <span style="font-size: large;">yes.</span> and i say <span style="font-size: large;">but how do you know?</span> and he calmly answers <span style="font-size: large;">i just know</span> in a tone that does not invite wavers and calms me like nothing else in the world. so, for at least a few days, i worry less about that one thing and more about whether we would all live through a tsunami. and that conversation goes pretty much the same way.</div>
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the other day, my neighbor's grandfather-in-law died. he was apparently one of those old-school lovely men. the kind who made his mark on his family's hearts, which is always a nice thing to hear. a good life, lived well. all we can ask for in the end, yes? </div>
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she said they had been chatting just days before and he was fine. plus adorable.</div>
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at one point, he mentioned his wife who had died the previous year. <span style="font-size: large;">i saw her yesterday</span>, he said. <span style="font-size: large;">she told me to get my hat because we're going for a walk.</span></div>
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and that was that.</div>
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it's my favorite story of the week. there aren't that many words in it, but it still made me cry and fill up with wonder and wonder less all at the same time.</div>
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you can borrow it if you're waverers, too. xoxo.</div>
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karey m.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431535677698029278noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472812438595483786.post-16447651880888753212013-04-23T21:52:00.000-04:002013-04-23T21:52:47.444-04:00of note...<div style="text-align: justify;">
stopped me in my tracks. i wish i'd written <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/TypePlace" target="_blank">it</a>.</div>
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also, <a href="http://www.designmom.com/2013/04/living-with-kids-karey-mackin/" target="_blank">my jakarta home and a few of my words</a> are on design mom today. i like that gabrielle very much.</div>
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and the weirdest news of all? <a href="http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/equals-in-print/" target="_blank">this</a>.</div>
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i like those equals project ladies. they are good ones to <a href="http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/equals-in-print/" target="_blank">support</a>. and the piece i wrote for them is so different and more real than anything i've ever written before that when i saw my name on the front cover, my mouth filled up with panic water. </div>
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the more i write, the more i've found i can throw myself out there straight off the edge in terms of my words and feelings and opinions...far better than i can write my bio, much to my professional detriment. </div>
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ugh. i am not a good lister of accomplishments or associations. unless i am writing yours, that is.</div>
karey m.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431535677698029278noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472812438595483786.post-88701372314903188732013-04-23T21:24:00.000-04:002013-04-23T21:24:34.684-04:00five minutes in heaven...<div style="text-align: justify;">
part of my job as a mother is to wake up my girls on school days or swim meet mornings. i know just how to whisper to each of them to begin their days right. but this rarely happens.<br />
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because the morning version of lillie responds to sweetness with snarls and fake compound word swears like butt-chops and piss-fiss, and that sets me on fire like no other match in the world. and grae can sleep with her ice-blue eyes open, so i'm never quite sure if she sees me. plus it creeps me out. which is why i have to turn on the lamp. two inches from her face.</div>
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esmé? i whisper. always whisper. she's seven and still snarl-free. and she snores, even at seven o'clock after a fat night of sleep.<br />
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and then i always always grimace and shake my head like what did i just say? i mean. i live in indonesia and i have heard about this sort of experience and you don't just say things like that without a plan, do you know?<br />
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kind of unrelated, but last night a few friends and i were talking about the sexual undertones in EVERYTHING here in indo. you simply can't get away from it. the cute ladies teetering on heels and staring down men, the men ogling the cute ladies teetering on heels. and my daughters.<br />
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it's strange and so in-your-face. all. the. time. relentless.<br />
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and! the phenomena of big fat white guys with hot indonesian women? mind-boggling. like, you would barely be able to contain yourself. you would want to shout OH, COME ON?! SERIOUSLY?! with a side of falsetto IS THIS HAPPENING?!<br />
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it is happening. and it's sad, this sex-as-currency thing. i definitely don't mind it as part of a package deal, but on its own with nothing else to offer? just sad.<br />
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but the weather is awesome and the pedicures are cheap, so it's fine.<br />
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and really. would the world be a better place if five minutes in heaven meant five minutes playing minecraft? yes. that's what i thought.<br />
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karey m.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431535677698029278noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472812438595483786.post-7018892820942742542013-02-04T22:19:00.002-05:002013-02-04T22:25:42.302-05:00vine...<div style="text-align: justify;">
the only thing better to me than <a href="http://followgram.me/mackinink" target="_blank">instagram</a> is a moving instagram. short and sweet and ripe with juicy bits of meant to be forgotten and embarrassing and vertigo-inducing and random albeit sometimes pretty or interesting to one or two people and why bother seconds of our lives.<br />
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i especially love it when i catch a <a href="http://t.co/ew1KqSNA" target="_blank">loud indo noon rain</a> and get reminded that my curbs are cute. i forget that too all too often during rainy season.</div>
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it's also a nice app to show esmé how there was a year when i let her sleep <a href="http://t.co/jT7vgzUX" target="_blank">five extra minutes</a> in the mornings.<br />
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oh. and the year i bought the girlies three <a href="http://t.co/CqqiMVmy" target="_blank">tap shoes</a>. absolutely made for marble floors but not the tile ones in the sunroom that are now skidded silver. lillie and grae have a dance this weekend, and i'm trying to persuade them to bring along their taps. i figure it could buy me at least one more year of no dating, yes?<br />
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related: when we lived in jordan, there was a dance studio right by our place. i wanted the girlies two to turn out just. like. me. and so i signed them up for tap. pat suggested "how about latin instead?" to which i answered "that's boring! tap is so happy!"<br />
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and that is why the girlies two took latin. but as you can see, despite all efforts to the contrary, they turned out just. like. me.</div>
karey m.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431535677698029278noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472812438595483786.post-32134375743675912632012-12-23T01:35:00.000-05:002012-12-23T09:42:16.886-05:00things i find on my desktop...<div style="text-align: center;">
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karey m.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431535677698029278noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472812438595483786.post-91995597943442417272012-12-13T21:28:00.002-05:002012-12-13T21:28:30.665-05:00five things in the past five minutes...<div style="text-align: justify;">
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pat: when you first came out and pooped on your mom, and any and every time i see you smile and happy. you were a good baby, lillie. you're going to be a great woman.</div>
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karey m.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431535677698029278noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472812438595483786.post-54223900690472887882012-12-02T09:44:00.000-05:002012-12-02T09:44:34.161-05:00stars<div style="text-align: justify;">
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i was explaining to my fierce grae-rose why it means too much to me. it means esmé to me, actually. which is too much to me. here's how i explained it to grae.<br />
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she is borrowed. my sister was not supposed to meet lillie kate. my dad hadn't met her, and i expected nothing less from lin. it was flattening, for sure. but jesus. she stuck around. and she stuck around for grae. and beyond all beyonds, she stuck around for esmé, too. and two weeks after esmé came - poof - she was stolen from all of us.<br />
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yet esmé remains a shaking of my head enigma. she is the best of me with the heart of my sister and an inbred history that surprise me at every turn. how the hell does she know lin loved sweet and salty treats? icy water? kindness when it's way easier to be mean? pink grapefruit. red velvet. your smile. whatever you've chosen to wear today. whatever you choose to wear tomorrow.<br />
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man, lin. she loved it all. such a fucking loss. i mean it. the more time that passes, i feel like a crime was committed. i'd like to file a missing persons report. because, god damn it, i miss her.<br />
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how did esmé get here, i wonder. how did i win that lottery? how the heck did someone know i needed her like air? it was a favor, for sure. and i don't know who to pay back. seven years later and i'm still waiting for someone to tell me <i>okay...she got you through the tough part...you're on your own again, karey. you can handle it. best of luck to you.</i><br />
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karey m.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431535677698029278noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472812438595483786.post-88846350235752035052012-11-22T02:28:00.001-05:002012-11-22T02:28:46.951-05:00the facebook<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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the minute they created their accounts - grae talking lillie out of using thumbs-up symbols instead of the ells in her name and lillie convincing grae away from selecting a user name of kathy or carol or dave - i felt a pang. this is how it ends, i thought. how pedestrian.</div>
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you know. it's funny. we've given them texas and oman and the emirates and jordan and london and thailand and jakarta and even virginia a few times plus a million little stops here and there to catch our breath in hungry gasps. we've made them feel at home even in the emptiest places and given them like-a-baby sleeps on the scratchiest sheets, building gingerbread houses in a hundred and ten degrees and hanging disco balls to make it all a party. we thought we'd given them the world.</div>
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karey m.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431535677698029278noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472812438595483786.post-43167533501751188862012-11-08T02:58:00.001-05:002012-11-08T02:58:09.384-05:00down to earth<div style="text-align: justify;">
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karey m.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431535677698029278noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472812438595483786.post-26826208753082120982012-11-05T22:27:00.001-05:002012-11-06T04:58:07.849-05:00oh, esmé<div style="text-align: justify;">
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yesterday, i got a little note from my friend in hong kong. it read: stella told me while she was doing homework, "mom, i wish esmé was in my class." why? i asked. "because esmé taught me that there's a u at the end of you. i wish esmé could help me now."<br />
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p.s. i forwarded that mail to pat, who is traveling, because i always try to make him cry. (it's a life goal of mine, made easier when he's airplane tired or just being the sappy italian he is.) he replied, "i wish someone had told me there was no v in of." drat. i should've saved it til he was on his second thirteen-hour leg.</div>
karey m.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431535677698029278noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472812438595483786.post-40308035369493412352012-11-05T01:39:00.000-05:002012-11-05T01:39:41.840-05:00awkward...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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and then someone told me they might be moving to someplace-in-india. to which i blurted out, "ugh!" straight before i even thought about what i was blurting out. the general rule in these parts is to smile and gasp when someone tells you where they may be posted next, and tell a story about someone you know who lived there and loved it. for some stupid reason, all i could come up with was, "i had a friend who lived there!" and then i think i said something about toilet paper and bodily functions of train riders.</div>
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i've unpacked nearly eight thousand pounds of pretty and silliness we got delivered on a monday, and by a thursday somehow it all made perfect sense. the girlies three now describe our home as christmas, and i find them cozied up in a different spot every night. which is a gift to me, really. their happiness and contentedness.<br />
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at a dinner party the other night, someone complimented the placement of our dining room or the pictures on our wall or the embroidered floor pillows here and there, and pat's dark eyes sparked and that chandelier smile lillie kate inherited from him showed itself. <span style="font-size: large;">she kills it turning our houses into homes,</span> he said. and i thought to myself - as i moonwalked out of the room and out of the compliment - that here! here's a tangible skill! and phrew. </div>
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there are monkeys here dressed as baby dolls in jumpsuits and oakleys. as confusing as this may be to comprehend, it is just as difficult to unsee. same with people with missing parts - integral parts - who weave their way through the streets, asking for a few rupiah. i never carry cash, but i always yell at pat from the backseat to <span style="font-size: large;">give them something!</span> as if to order him to <span style="font-size: large;">fix them!</span> and he asks <span style="font-size: large;">what do you want me to give them?</span> in the same tone as <span style="font-size: large;">kar, this is their life. there is nothing a few rupiah will do for them.</span> </div>
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okay, you. i have to go. there are three laptops blaring sia and ne-yo and eminem and dre (because lillie lives here) and i am chair dancing (because after a certain age, stop it) with you while pat creeps out grae with his best village people moves (see previous parenthetical). esmé and lillie are so in, though. it is nearly impossible to creep them out, which is why they are thriving here.<br />
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p.s. if you would like to hang with me daily, i'm on instagram. <a href="http://followgram.me/mackinink" target="_blank">mackinink</a>. most of my pictures are of esmé and monkeys and sometimes you can't even tell the difference. but still. we should follow each other and not lose touch.</div>
karey m.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431535677698029278noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472812438595483786.post-79831886179427213812012-08-26T09:51:00.003-04:002012-08-26T09:51:39.591-04:00on monkeys...<div style="text-align: justify;">
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these are the deals the mackin parents make when they haul their children overseas to that one area of the world that prompts grae-rose to furrow her brow after a day or two, look at me quizzically, and note with a ventriloquist's mouth, "huh. there are a lot of asians here."</div>
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it was like that scene in <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0840361/" target="_blank">the town</a>, kind of, when the van full of robbers in nun masks drives slow-mo by the aghast kid....but this scene was all mucked up with our face masks gleeful for a half-second...until we realized that the monkey was wearing a fedora and a man-mask.</div>
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<i><a href="http://shestolemyshoes.tumblr.com/post/30170382576" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="http://vineetkaur.tumblr.com/post/29558204075" target="_blank">here</a>.</i></div>
karey m.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431535677698029278noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472812438595483786.post-63982067282063020072012-08-19T09:53:00.001-04:002013-02-07T22:45:21.519-05:00strong, man...<div style="text-align: justify;">
uncle sugar does this thing with esmé. kind of a launch off in the pool, any pool, where he holds her above his head and flips her. flips her, for real. {and if you know this reference, i will love you forever.}</div>
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<i><a href="http://thegiftsoflife.tumblr.com/post/29550834562" target="_blank">here</a> and buy that awesome pillow cover <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/103937992/quote-pillow-hand-stamped-linen?" target="_blank">right here</a>.</i></div>
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<i>all images found <a href="http://cubiclerefugee.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">here</a>. </i></div>
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so there's a place in jakarta where you can buy cotton candy colored chicks. but that's not surprising at all to me. because there's a place for everything here. </div>
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there's a place to crack your iphone, a place to get the best mexican food you've ever eaten in your life even though you've lived in texas and even once traveled to mexico, a place within stumbling distance to get a before-bedtime massage, and a place where a seamstress sits in wait of torn catalog pages, the styles on which she is ready to unabashedly copy at a twentieth of the honest cost if you're ready to be a little dishonest. (as of this writing, i am not ready. i've heard you need to be in-country for at least two weeks to be this sort of ready.) </div>
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so. i'm here. i'm awake while you're sleeping - (i originally wrote the line <i>i miss you while you're sleeping,</i> but that sounded rather skeeve, yes? indeed.) - and that makes it a little difficult to keep in touch, but we'll figure it out. if anything major happens, like babies needing to be named or if you got a cute new pair of jeans or if you've taken a particularly fetching snap of yourself at carpool, please tell me? i would very much like to know.</div>
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xoxo. and yay. this is good.</div>karey m.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431535677698029278noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472812438595483786.post-14419191947421471222012-06-07T14:55:00.004-04:002012-06-07T14:55:56.177-04:00it's the middle of the afternoon...<div style="text-align: justify;">
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she reminds me it's good practice to marvel at yourself a few times every page. i mean, we're all probably doing something right now that would make someone else, somewhere else, catch their breath and think we just hung the moon. i'm sure of it.</div>
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yes. we've all had those dummy days. who said <i>tomorrow's money...it brings more sense</i>? most likely, a rapper. anyway. it's truth. {also truth? esmé needs to be one of those cheesy motivational speakers. can you imagine? her tour could be called <i>man...i used to be so DUMB!</i> sold. out.}</div>
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some days i think i'm severely under-qualified for this job. and then immediately after that, i think there's at least one person in the world who would look at whatever it is i'm doing right now in the middle of the afternoon and catch her breath and think i just hung the moon.</div>
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<i>images from <a href="http://cubiclerefugee.tumblr.com/post/24397809422" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="https://gimmebar.com/view/4fc01e0829ca15ee76000023" target="_blank">here</a>.</i></div>karey m.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431535677698029278noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472812438595483786.post-72002175708709329372012-05-23T10:08:00.000-04:002012-05-23T10:08:04.955-04:00my words, elsewhere...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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well, hell's bells. what is wrong with me these days? i seem to write anywhere-but-here! i think i need a redesign. of my life, maybe, but it'll be easier to begin with my blog, yes?</div>
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anyway. i wrote <a href="http://equals.youplusme.com/poor/" target="_blank">another little thing for the equals project</a>. there's a lot of thoughtful writing over there. it's become a daily.</div>
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<i>balaclava found on <a href="http://doubledark.com/" target="_blank">double dark</a>, which makes me like those twins even more.</i></div>karey m.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431535677698029278noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472812438595483786.post-91111751290394097112012-04-17T12:15:00.008-04:002012-04-17T14:17:49.560-04:00because pour porter told me to...<div style="text-align: justify;">esmé and i stood out in the cold and waited for the discovery shuttle to fly over us. shivering because she was in sequined tap pants and the thinnest <span style="font-style: italic;">canyouseemyhoobieboobies</span> sweater and because i was made for eighty-five and above. temp, not age.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >why do we have to stay out here and see this?</span> she grumbled.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLA-0u902_HQkmaatj520-yDr32cLKLk-jZpyF1v2Jb50W1dLT0bKY3nb8YOdtEwCOPU7Q838jEAdsIx6slB2JVnncLwcSbrqz3szL8tkKr-kju0S3gldIBuxCYYy2uBXUqpYI2jFAvUw/s1600/mackin+a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLA-0u902_HQkmaatj520-yDr32cLKLk-jZpyF1v2Jb50W1dLT0bKY3nb8YOdtEwCOPU7Q838jEAdsIx6slB2JVnncLwcSbrqz3szL8tkKr-kju0S3gldIBuxCYYy2uBXUqpYI2jFAvUw/s400/mackin+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732433370058561362" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and i thought about it and then dumbed it down to this: <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >because that shuttle carried us to amazing places, and we owe him a proper goodbye.</span><br /><br />she smiled hard and bit the inside of her cheeks and asked if i was crying.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >no,</span> i answered.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">me, too,</span> </span>she said.<br /><br />in case you'd like to see what we saw, here...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7_1wC91fBv4Rai2PAvhj-nc9zYXKrCEgLcdOUQpiUvTPUZ1deYoOYtEERmzlMXMt-fIzsyHcsbfxDjLQJjZuKHIBSfi6RUgPFX_oLogD-V_m_DZqMPxs1OA6D-fn44jYncqa-AX7Pg08/s1600/disco+shuttle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7_1wC91fBv4Rai2PAvhj-nc9zYXKrCEgLcdOUQpiUvTPUZ1deYoOYtEERmzlMXMt-fIzsyHcsbfxDjLQJjZuKHIBSfi6RUgPFX_oLogD-V_m_DZqMPxs1OA6D-fn44jYncqa-AX7Pg08/s400/disco+shuttle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732433917605384498" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJuvOeyyHKJf6mCL0Qls5AgOHBXSykUInifMhnidwPBFqVEP6lIK1vbPgLhRX2ZXKazOQ7F3dknPlh6DKsQ01B_ftHATEB5UB2xhl2To6mXmuSjbs5FQHz04dZjzk3Dzf7vmUtdmKcGwI/s1600/disco+shuttle+c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJuvOeyyHKJf6mCL0Qls5AgOHBXSykUInifMhnidwPBFqVEP6lIK1vbPgLhRX2ZXKazOQ7F3dknPlh6DKsQ01B_ftHATEB5UB2xhl2To6mXmuSjbs5FQHz04dZjzk3Dzf7vmUtdmKcGwI/s400/disco+shuttle+c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732434156569817074" border="0" /></a><br />pretty badass, yes?<br /><br />p.s. the girlies three are getting haircuts tonight...kind of major ones. remember the kind of hair appointment where you took in a beautiful photo of some model or actress or someone who looks strikingly like peter pan {or wait. is that just esmé?} and you expected to leave the hairdresser looking exactly like that picture? 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or did she have a cast i could throw on and we could just call it a day?<br /><br />all the omanis in the waiting room covered their mouths and their smiles. dumb american. talk about drama. she thinks she's broken.<br /><br />one man shook his head when we sat next to him and told me "you're not broken. you would be crying if you were broken."<br /><br />well. after x-rays, they had to call the orthopedic surgeon. there would be screws and a plate and anesthesia. there were questions about how i had gotten to the hospital. did i have a driver or a husband waiting somewhere?<br /><br />i told them i had driven myself. the surgeon looked at me and looked at grae and asked "how?" and grae replied "she just kept saying shit shit shit every time she had to shift."<br /><br />nice moment.<br /><br />wait. surgery? anesthesia? no no no! i had a brand new baby growing. and this one was the one! there was crying and a mortified grae and then a solution. i would have an epidural. given by a grinning doctor who announced, just prior to inserting the needle, that maybe i should reconsider. "are you sure you want me to do this? he asked. sure, i mumbled, trying to look away from the needle he was waving. "because i'm iraqi," he smiled. "and you're an american."<br /><br />thank you, george bush.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKWvRHMkrKWLCzGVaI6LwTqFE5W7wEsiudw5cs1w26oO_O6btpu_dyRsNOd6Vzlh4YjFcHhG4FzYbJWwUMn1R89bGbQSqUIf9EX66gs21HoqrawdRlPCtliAJ9uVfo3jApx03t6MFJhE/s1600/mackin+a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKWvRHMkrKWLCzGVaI6LwTqFE5W7wEsiudw5cs1w26oO_O6btpu_dyRsNOd6Vzlh4YjFcHhG4FzYbJWwUMn1R89bGbQSqUIf9EX66gs21HoqrawdRlPCtliAJ9uVfo3jApx03t6MFJhE/s400/mackin+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725336113160734930" border="0" /></a><br /><br />i'm telling you all this to tell you this. after two surgeries and casts and crutches and showers given by my housemaid and monitored by a mortified grae and many, many months, everything worked out as they should. you know how this story ends.<br /><br />but what i want to tell a few of my friends who could write the first paragraph in this post is that i feel you. i feel for you.<br /><br />i spent the nine months of pre-esmé waiting for another miscarriage. one day, i was chatting with one of the other mothers at school and she said "karey! pat told my husband you were pregnant! i didn't know that!"<br /><br />and i whispered "ohh. yeah. well. it's still a little early. we weren't really going to tell anyone for a while."<br /><br />and she asked "how far along are you?<br /><br />"six months."<br /><br />insane.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFn8hCshAfxIWTva5iWKLASXjGzSl-Ll0aS7Hd7Zv347sDp_C7hLIsx_Jh0TPVJVVdTGelRs9QQ4qTK6gpCG-fSG2nTCXkl9l6bOK0-GLIzo2j0QKlFQK-g8yUEJme7jVkk_ihzd_5Zbs/s1600/mackin+a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFn8hCshAfxIWTva5iWKLASXjGzSl-Ll0aS7Hd7Zv347sDp_C7hLIsx_Jh0TPVJVVdTGelRs9QQ4qTK6gpCG-fSG2nTCXkl9l6bOK0-GLIzo2j0QKlFQK-g8yUEJme7jVkk_ihzd_5Zbs/s400/mackin+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725336361764087858" border="0" /></a><br /><br />but it is, isn't it? it's all insane if you think about it. how things are made. how things break. who fixes the unfixable. who stays and who cannot. it's a heartbreaking tightrope walk every minute of every day. don't look down, don't look up, just fix your eyes straight ahead. there's tomorrow. there's another chance. there's better, there's worse, there's richer and poorer and ice cream for dinner and warm socks fresh from the dryer and sunsets that make you want to stick around to see it come back up again. there will be those shit shit shit moments and a whole lot of mortified.<br /><br />but then there will be the one day when you finally find what you've been looking for...love or babies or whatever...man, it all just seems to have a way of finding you.<br /><br />i think that's what i wanted to tell you.<br /><br /><a href="https://gimmebar.com/view/4f6e2c13300aaa295a000067">gimme</a>. <a href="https://gimmebar.com/view/4f6e2c34300aaa125a00002e">gimme</a>. <a href="https://gimmebar.com/view/4f61f48b2e0aaaf23c000000">gimme</a>.<br /></div>karey m.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431535677698029278noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472812438595483786.post-25532159102231101802012-03-28T14:18:00.006-04:002012-03-28T14:30:24.141-04:00pancakes...<div style="text-align: justify;">pat's back home, so this past weekend was spent mostly soaking him up and getting accustomed to having a boy in the house once again. that just usually involves less nudity and less ice cream.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5624aSkdl7zAxznckwmxqSz6Uy36fjCn8YqyGEahyphenhyphenWb3v21JaIPksk_QeRolS6OjXg2X-pmmDLENvsFwy1Pn5WZUvuG9uFVvZeG84yXZIws3VY0eph77V2m17zEL5R4UzzAFA0H-L9zk/s1600/pancake.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5624aSkdl7zAxznckwmxqSz6Uy36fjCn8YqyGEahyphenhyphenWb3v21JaIPksk_QeRolS6OjXg2X-pmmDLENvsFwy1Pn5WZUvuG9uFVvZeG84yXZIws3VY0eph77V2m17zEL5R4UzzAFA0H-L9zk/s400/pancake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725015581935957042" border="0" /></a><br /><br />on saturday morning, we woke up to a strange smell. esmé and i looked at each other with the exact same <span style="font-size:130%;">whaaa?</span> look on our faces.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" >what is that smell?</span> she asked. <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" >not a clue,</span> i answered.<br /><br />grae walked by us in a hurry to get downstairs, and shot a frown at us.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" >it's food.</span><br /><br />oh, yes. that again.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">did i ever tell you that my grandma used to make us pancakes in the shape of turtles or men riding bicycles or storm clouds or cars? they all looked like circles, i think, but the point was that she was trying. that was a lovely gift that i appreciate more now than i probably did then. isn't that always the way? elephant pancake </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="https://gimmebar.com/view/4f6e2d4c300aaa075b000006">here</a><span style="font-style: italic;">.</span><br /></div>karey m.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17431535677698029278noreply@blogger.com5