Mar 14 2014

Five Friday Fears

OMG, it’s Friday and I have some shit to get off my chest. TGFB (thank God for blogging?).

FIVE:

My friend Alex is hosting another Pittsburgh Guest Blogging thingie on April 1st and I stupidly signed up for it and now I’m all stressed out because I have no idea what to write, as usual. What should I write about!? My hopes and dreams? Places in Brookline where you MIGHT not find a discarded hypodermic needle? That time I robbed graves? Who even knows. I looked at the list of participants and naturally I only know 1% of the list because I’m a blogging recluse, and that gives me this weird Internet stage fright. Part of me is saying, “Try to be a normal person, Erin. Write something without swearing, Erin. MAKE SENSE FOR ONCE, ERIN.”

So, I’m going to leave it up to you: what should I ramble on about for my guest post on some poor man’s blog? Please, someone tell me before I ask Craigslist or call a party line.

FOUR:

ANDREA had to go and get me all worked up the other night by instigating my hatred for Alaska. She might be the worst BFF I’ve ever had! Now I’m all stressed out again. I feel like the climax of my life is going to be where Henry drugs me and when I wake up, he finally proposes to me then and in the same breath he’s all like, “SURPRISE YOU’RE IN ALASKA!” and then I fall off some disgusting Alaskan cliff into a sea of sickening glaciers because, why wouldn’t I?  That’s my life.

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THREE:

Something happened to Chooch’s finger at some point yesterday. I know this because as soon as I got in the car last night after work, Chooch was basically passed out on the backseat from loss of imaginary blood, whining, “OW MY FINGER” every time the car hit a pot hole. (Which is a lot. This is Pittsburgh.) I didn’t bother to ask what happened because HI I HAVE MY OWN PROBLEMS.

He came downstairs at 11:00PM while Henry and I were watching The Returned (which is a FRENCH TV show so there could be nudity at any given moment) and started whining about needing another Bandaid and I ignored him because Henry was there so…get the fuck up and bandage your son, motherfucker.

This morning, it was apparently still an issue? WTF happened to my kid’s finger?! Apparently not all that much. According to Henry, it’s only a hangnail wound. But you would have thought the entire thing had been blown off by a grenade the way he was carrying on every time his finger touched the water this morning! And then the whole way to school, he was making this anguished face and dry-crying, which is so annoying to me because obviously I’m the only person who can pull that off, and I kept begging him to stop looking like that in case god forbid someone sitting in traffic mistook it as abuse. So I kept trying to put my arm around him to comfort him (OVER A FUCKING HANG NAIL) and he was all, “OW! GET OFF ME! OW!” So I snapped and said, “For Christ’s sake, there is no way that hurts that bad! I get paper cuts almost everyday and I don’t run around acting like that….oh. Never mind.”

I gave him an extra maternal hug when we got to the school, making sure the principal saw, too, because I didn’t maim my kid’s fingertip, OK?!

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A short reprieve from incessant bitching. Thank god for teeth to brush.

TWO:

My friend Wendy is a Stella & Dot…consultant? Stylist? She sells jewelry. It’s a pretty fun line—if not severely lacking in rings with teeth and Jonny Craig’s face beneath resin—and I’ve been promising her that I would host a party, so I’m finally doing that in two weeks. Today at work, we sat down in her office to create the Facebook event thing, which she wrote and I kept saying, “Please don’t write that…everyone is going to know I didn’t write this….”‘redefine her style sessions’? What does that even mean!?” At least the event name is “Henry’s Stella and Dot Trunk Show” and she listened to me when, after she typed the line “my friend Wendy,” I told her to put quotes around the word “friend.”

It was really hard for me to sit there and watch Wendy create this event on my behalf because I’m such a control freak (only over weird things though; nothing important). My style is just a little more biting and derisive than hers; the way she wrote it made it sound like I was actually being nice to my friends and excited to see them, like “come on by and share some laughs!” WTF. I don’t want to share my laughs. Those are mine. Get your own. I kept thinking, “OK, here’s where I would have said something terrible about Janna. And right here is where I would have used some outdated LOLspeak and an obscure pop culture reference. OK, she emasculated Henry at least.”

I kind of wanted to write the party info as a free-style gangsta rap about how there are 99 ways to wear a scarf and around a dead man’s dick might be one.

I’m afraid this could be the gateway into harder hostess parties, like I might wake up one day and crave crudités and Tupperware towers. And you know what comes next. Reading cookbooks. Gross.

ONE:

CARROT CAKE M&M’S. Big ups to my friends Monica and Chris for the hook-up. Henry and I couldn’t find them anywhere but then Monica was all, “They’re on my dining room table, duh.” She bought an extra bag and gave it to Chris to bring to work for me and I ate almost half the bag right away. IT TASTES JUST LIKE CARROT CAKE. The M&Ms. Not the bag. So now I’m desperate to buy all of the bags before they go away since they’re just an Easter novelty, waiting to go back to heaven with Jesus. :(

I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do when they’re gone, that’s how empty my life is right now.

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Apologies for the capslock abuse, my people. I’m losing my mind. You know how I know for sure? I ALMOST TYPED “LOOSING.”

12 comments

12 Comments so far

  1. Andrea March 14th, 2014 8:25 pm

    My fav part of this post was all of it.
    Wish I could be there for the Wendy business. I know some beverage buffet will be going down

  2. Tuna Tar-Tart March 15th, 2014 10:44 am

    I’m sure Wendy will provide a link in case you feel inspired to buy something, haha!

  3. Kristen March 15th, 2014 12:14 am

    Carrot Cake M&Ms?? Is that a real thing?? I think I may have to seek out a Walgreens tomorrow…
    But, about the Pittsburgh Blogging event, and what you should write about. I always love your Pie Party and Game Night re-caps. Perhaps throw a party and the blog post will end up writing itself. :)

  4. Tuna Tar-Tart March 15th, 2014 10:42 am

    It’s a real thing! Someone posted a picture on Facebook last week and said that they were disgusting, but I needed to find out for myself. Kristen, they taste just like carrot cake! So good. Apparently only Walmart is carrying them, which is a bummer, because I hate Walmart.

  5. rhinovodka March 16th, 2014 6:06 pm

    I always enjoy your observations of random people, perhaps write about that? I wouldn’t stress about writing anything normal, none of us are normal, some people just hide it better than others.

  6. kendahl March 17th, 2014 12:34 pm

    I need those damn M&M’s, immediately. Seriously I might die without them and I’ve never even had them.

  7. SOLEfortheSoul March 17th, 2014 12:45 pm

    I can’t even say I LOLed at the Alaska conversation because it was definitely more of a steady chuckle to myself. Why couldn’t they have picked you to be my guest blogger! haha (No offense to my actual person…) I also have no clue what to write. Way too much pressure! I basically post mediocre crap on my own blog, I don’t know what I was thinking!

  8. Tuna Tar-Tart March 17th, 2014 1:01 pm

    I was excited to see your name on the list! I wish there was a topic. Like: “Cabbage….go!” And then there would be 25 random posts about cabbage, and I would read every last one too!

  9. SOLEfortheSoul March 17th, 2014 1:02 pm

    Exactly! I should just write about cabbage.

  10. Nicole Wendt March 17th, 2014 1:14 pm

    I love the carrot cake m&m’s too :)

  11. Alyson Hell March 21st, 2014 1:28 pm

    “the way she wrote it made it sound like I was actually being nice to my friends and excited to see them, like “come ony by and share some laughs!” WTF. I don’t want to share my laughs. Those are mine. Get your own.”

    Seriously. Next thing you know, people are having a good time and shit, and you’re reading cookbooks AND doing Pampered Chef. Jeez.

  12. Tuna Tar-Tart March 24th, 2014 4:46 pm

    Tolhurst! It’s going to be an interesting evening for Henry, at any rate!

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