I've been struggling to find words to express what this show means to me and why. This was a show that knew itself (at least from season 2 onward) and knew it's characters. It was about friendship and hard work and doing the right thing and being nice to people. It was about respecting other people even when they…
This series finale was a perfect finale to, in my mind, a perfect television show. It was far from the best episode the show ever put out, but it was the right way to end it. And I'm so sad and I miss it already. I cried like a goddamn baby last night.
yall imma ugly cry so hard when i watch this
My mother. Who took the opportunity during her toast to give my bride my bronzed baby shoes, saying "This is all I have left to give to you of my Gregory. The rest you've already taken for yourself"
WHAT IS AN HERB
Oh my god.
Ugh, I hate the people who are just impossible to explain anything to. I had a conversation about pesto this week that went like this:
The best part of that is a .357 is seriously inadequate for dealing with a large bear. I mean it definitely beats a rock...but unless you're very lucky, or very good, that bear is still going to kill you.
Not me, but my daughter became consumed with horses around age 4. She liked to gallop around and neigh, and would not answer to me in public unless I called her by the horse name she chose for herself..."Whitey."
When I was seven, I also drew a man and woman, anatomically correct and naked and stabbed with knives with the simple caption "YOU." I left the sketch taped to my grandfather's front door. He had just died, and my parents were selling his house. The realtor came by with a prospective couple, while I stood next door…
Speaking of kids and underwear, when I was in kindergarten I had a HUGE crush on my older brother's best friend Sam, a sexy older man in the 4th grade. Every day after school, after Sam and my bro locked themselves in his bedroom to avoid me, I would slide my Little Mermaid panties, one by one, underneath the door. …
I do not remember getting the talk. I do, however, remember the day I learned (or it actually clicked?) the penis actually went INSIDE — I was 6, at the bus stop, and completely disgusted.
I used to dress bananas up as "ladies" (this was achieved by scotch taping tissues around tip of the banana) and then steal a needle out of my grandmother's sewing kid and use it to poke holes into the banana stem. It made me feel SUPER excited, in a sort of proto-sexual way. I was about 6 or 7 when I did this, and as…
My siblings and I used to play a game called "Suicide." First, you have to know that we lived in one of those old buildings that had ledges in front of the windows that were wide enough for an adult to walk on (although carefully) so it was no problem for a kid to stand on. Second, we lived in an apartment building…
I (and my best friend, but it was my idea) dragged a wagonload of rocks from my gravel driveway around our neighborhood, selling them door to door. Because we were little (about four) and cute, we made like $5, which in 1975 was really good money for a preschooler.
One time when I was playing with the dolls that my grandmother would buy me in an attempt to make me a girly girl, I stripped the clothes off all of them except for one. I then arranged all of the naked dolls in a circle around the clothed doll, with their legs bent back and their arms up, clearly worshipping her. My…
When I was 4 years old, my pappap passed away. Being 4, I didn't have much of a concept of what death meant - I probably kept asking when he was coming back. My parents explained to me that people get old, and when they get old, they will die and go away forever.
As a seven year old, I raided the kitchen for my art supplies. I took some herbs, green food coloring, lemon juice, and turmeric powder to create this. My dad was so angry at me for destroying the kitchen and geting half the spice cabinet all over the floor, but he took this, and he framed it because he thought it was…
When my dad was driving my brother, his friend and me home from school when I was in kindergarten, his friend was talking about how his class was having a Thanksgiving play. I thought to myself, "I want to be in a Thanksgiving play", so I chimed in that my class was having one too! I said that there were so many…
Not sure how funny (or really, weird) this is, but I have memories of sitting in my high chair and tearing up bits of paper napkin that I would then dip into my milk, soak, and roll into little balls so I could swallow them like pills.
