Bad Mama


Renting is smart
January 28, 2007, 10:15 pm
Filed under: Home Sweet Home

Someone asked a while ago about the stuff that was wrong with my house. If I were to list them all, this would become a house blog. Instead, I’ll give you an example of the former owner’s handiwork. We call the style “Cheapest is Good Enough”.

This looks like a normal heat vent, right? It’s under the bathroom vanity. Nothing funny about it, except we wondered why everything we put in the vanity got warm in the winter. So last week, I took out a drawer to take a look. Maybe the duct needs a little more insulation or something…

Or, I don’t know, HOW ABOUT ANY DUCT AT ALL.

That’s right, it’s a big hole in the wall, underneath the vanity. For the heat. Why bother with ductwork, when you can’t see it anyway?

Seriously, this isn’t surprising after the rest of the stuff we’ve found, including screwed up attic insulation, live bare wires hanging out of the wall, and a bathroom wall that doesn’t reach all the way to the ceiling or even to the other wall. It’s called charm, by the way.

Rent. That’s my advice to you. Just rent.

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This was not a problem I had with Blogger
January 21, 2007, 1:33 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

The included spam-catcher on this site has already blocked at least one legitmate comment from being posted, and I can’t see if the others it flagged are actually comments too. If you have a comment that didn’ t show up, you might want to try emailing instead, until I figure out how to keep this from happening again. Sorry.



Creative Writing 101
January 21, 2007, 10:16 am
Filed under: Peanut

Peanut: What are you doing on the computer, Mama?

Bad Mama: I’m writing about you. I’m writing a story about you.

Peanut: Can I help?

Bad Mama: Help me write about you?

Peanut: Yeah!

Bad Mama: Okay, what should I write about?

Peanut: Hmm. Write about me being a baby!

Bad Mama: You mean when you were a baby?

Peanut: Yeah!

Bad Mama: Okay, what about when you were a baby?

Peanut: About me playing!

Okay, so when she was a baby and she played, she regularly whacked herself in the head with her toys. Also, she could stack a tower eight blocks high on a table before she was a year old, and only stopped there because she was too short to reach higher.

And here our story ends because Wonderpets is on.  She’ll need a little more discipline if she hopes to work for the New Yorker.



Pardon our dust
January 20, 2007, 6:36 pm
Filed under: Disability, Peanut

Still trying to figure this new platform out, and the “t” key is all screwed up on this computer.

 Like I said on the old blog, my primary reason for switching is password protection capabilities. I don’t want the whole thing private. I still get emails from parents of kids with AMC, or adults with it or other disabilities, and I keep hoping that someday I’ll write something so heartbreaking and heartwarming and pithy and hilarious that a powerful literary agent or editor will read it and say, “I must have her, despite her run-on sentences! Let’s get her lots and lots of money!”

I’ve been looking at the photo in the header for several months, trying to decide if indeed it was something I wanted to use. I don’t like defining Peanut in terms of her abilities or her disabilities. I don’t want to see her as that symbol. Unfortunately, the older she gets and the more she goes out in the world, the more I am reminded that many, many others don’t see her as anything other than “the kid with the walker”.  It is something that is always in the background.

It is important to me that this is talked about, even though as she gets older Peanut may not want to. People are often unable to truly empathize with a cause or situation unless they are faced with an actual person it affects. They are unable to imagine that other people’s feelings might be valid even if they don’t match their own. I am certainly guilty of these failings.  And honestly, there are some things you just wouldn’t think about until you are forced to, and that’s ok, because there was no reason to before.

It’s just that much harder to say, “but modification costs so much” or “it makes more work for everyone” when you have to say it to a mother and her little girl with a walker who are standing right there looking you in the eye.