I’m watching my two-year-old daughter running circles around my living room. She’s dressed herself in a leotard with stars on it, her tall puppy dog boots, and a pink silk square of fabric tied around her neck for a cape. As she runs, she looks over her shoulder, watching the cape swish out behind her. She looks for her reflection in the window, jumping as high as she can and then taking off again. I watch her in wonder. How…
My sister calls me Inspector Clouseau because my clumsiness often leaves a trail of near-miss-disasters in my wake. For example, I might burn my hand taking cookies out of the oven at her house. I might yell and drop the cookie sheet on the counter. The spoons might clatter out of the mixing bowl onto the floor, and I might bend over to pick them up, hitting my head on the hot cookie sheet when I stand up, sending the…
My Oh My… Let’s see, today has been CRAZY! I can barely see right now because vinegar was splashed in my eye today. Annabelle and I were doing science experiments and we were investigating acids, bases, and neutrals, and Annabelle picked up the test tube of vinegar and and it flew out and splashed in my eye. PAIN! I stumbled to the sink screaming expletives, my eye on fire, and took out the faucet and squirted it directly into my…
For the past 18 months, I have been on a hip journey. Because the whole process was so mysterious and frustrating, I have decided to write about it so other people experiencing similar symptoms can maybe gain some insight. In the end, my very mysterious symptoms turned out to be a labral tear, a too tight hip flexor, and a bit of arthritis. It was fixed by arthroscopic surgery–where they make two small incisions in the side of your hip…
Dear God! I think I’m delirious from lack of sugar! Earlier, all I could think was that I should change the name of my blog from Marci-licious to Marci-Unhinged! (I’ve had loads of fun lately coming up with new blog names with my friends: think Merci-Marci, Marvelous-Marci, or my personal favorite, (not for the masses I’m told), Marci-Gasm! Now I’m looking at a blog and laughing hysterically–like laughing until tears are running down my cheeks! What is this funny blog…
Darling! I was called in to substitute teach yesterday at the kids’ school. I was in the art room working with 3rd, 5th and 6th graders. It was my first time working out of the house in nine years, and I agonized over my outfit–how to look professional, yet kid-friendly. My tata’s are DDD so it’s very difficult for me to find a shirt that doesn’t show cleavage. Pretty much everything I put on makes me look like I’m going…
I taught a belly dance class last night to about 35 women in Manchester. It was an auction item for the kid’s school. This is after doing the pre-k cast party for Winnie the Pooh on Thursday, then the Harry Potter extravaganza 6th birthday part on saturday morning. It’s just one party after another around here–just as life should be–at least my life. I LOVE a party! The event was hosted by Chris–an italian spitfire living in fancy splendor in…
My girlfriend recently saw a movie called Cabin in the Woods–she loves horror movies. I haven’t seen it–I hate horror movies–but I am living in one at the moment–it’s called PMS! I’ve experienced it mildly and heard about it for years (I am 43 after all), but I never understood what everyone was talking about when it takes over and becomes all-encompassing madness! I feel like I’ve come out of my own cabin in the woods! Or not even a…
The other day, my 72-year-old father told me he wants to get his chest and back waxed. “What? Are you crazy? Do you know how much that will hurt? You look fabulous just the way you are!” I replied. “My hell, Marci, I should be living in a tree eating bamboo!” he said. My Mom took the phone from him and said, “Marci, you should have seen what he looked like when I married him. He was a golden adonis…