Magically Delicious
My oldest child--turning 17 this year--likes to remind me that I am the weirdest mother EVER. As in, since the dawn of humanity, there has never been a bigger "freak." Ever. She is so kind. God, I LOVE having a 17 year old at the same time as having one in diapers. Really. It's so fun. As an aside, imagine my pregnancy with my teen around. Two women--a pregnant 40-year-old and an adolescent--with raging hormones should NOT share the same space.
Moving on, my father once polled the family as to who was the "weirdest" family member. We were drinking, having dinner, things were jovial. Why the poll? It was destined for trouble. I ASSUMED everyone would say HE was the weirdest. Imagine my shock when everyone in my family--including my significant other--had the unmitigated GALL to say it was me. Okay, now, if you've read The Roofer, which was dedicated to one of my family members, or even have heard me wax poetic on my family on my blog, what is it that I am the weirdest? That's a WTF if ever there was one.
My mother in law classifies me as evil incarnate. I think pretty much the entire clan on that side isn't particularly fond of me. I think they find me weird. As my best friend says, and I have quoted her before, "They don't find you winsome." My best friend is my best friend by virtue of many things, one of which is she DOES find me winsome.
Werid? Maybe. Different, yes. I am told that a lot. But I think of it in a good way--not into drama, no head games, honest, cheerful, delightfully eccentric. (Like Lucky Charms are "magically delicious.")
Which brings me to this post. You see, I do, in all seriousness, get that I am weird around the edges. And I tend to think it's because I am a writer and live in my head most of the time. Which didn't make for an oh-so-fun high school experience. College was no better. When I got out of college, and met a few fellow eccentrics--writers--I finally found true comraderie.
And when I think about my life now . . . I realize there is not one friend I have who isn't odd. In a good way. And my cyber pals have become so much a part of my day. It's like a club. The first club I ever wanted to be part of.
So tell me . . . am I the only misfit coming into her own later in life as she has met others like herself? Pull up a seat on the couch, as we have come to say here lately, and tell me about your magically delicious or delightfully eccentric lives.
Oh, and speaking of magically delicious and delightfully eccentric, and cyber comraderie . . . .Today, the lovely Vivi Anna has me as a guest on her blog. I blurbed her upcoming release and it is very, very different and cool. You'll love it. Buy it next month. Pre-order it now. Visit her blog today and say hi to her!
Peace,
E
Moving on, my father once polled the family as to who was the "weirdest" family member. We were drinking, having dinner, things were jovial. Why the poll? It was destined for trouble. I ASSUMED everyone would say HE was the weirdest. Imagine my shock when everyone in my family--including my significant other--had the unmitigated GALL to say it was me. Okay, now, if you've read The Roofer, which was dedicated to one of my family members, or even have heard me wax poetic on my family on my blog, what is it that I am the weirdest? That's a WTF if ever there was one.
My mother in law classifies me as evil incarnate. I think pretty much the entire clan on that side isn't particularly fond of me. I think they find me weird. As my best friend says, and I have quoted her before, "They don't find you winsome." My best friend is my best friend by virtue of many things, one of which is she DOES find me winsome.
Werid? Maybe. Different, yes. I am told that a lot. But I think of it in a good way--not into drama, no head games, honest, cheerful, delightfully eccentric. (Like Lucky Charms are "magically delicious.")
Which brings me to this post. You see, I do, in all seriousness, get that I am weird around the edges. And I tend to think it's because I am a writer and live in my head most of the time. Which didn't make for an oh-so-fun high school experience. College was no better. When I got out of college, and met a few fellow eccentrics--writers--I finally found true comraderie.
And when I think about my life now . . . I realize there is not one friend I have who isn't odd. In a good way. And my cyber pals have become so much a part of my day. It's like a club. The first club I ever wanted to be part of.
So tell me . . . am I the only misfit coming into her own later in life as she has met others like herself? Pull up a seat on the couch, as we have come to say here lately, and tell me about your magically delicious or delightfully eccentric lives.
Oh, and speaking of magically delicious and delightfully eccentric, and cyber comraderie . . . .Today, the lovely Vivi Anna has me as a guest on her blog. I blurbed her upcoming release and it is very, very different and cool. You'll love it. Buy it next month. Pre-order it now. Visit her blog today and say hi to her!
Peace,
E
posted by Erica Orloff at 9:20 AM
8 Comments:
From one non-winsome chick to another, all I can say it...
HUZZAH!
When my daughter gets to be 17, I am pretty you will be dethroned as The Weirdest Mother Ever and my own will give me that crown.
My son will just cringe every time because his friends will think I'm the Hottest Mom Ever. Heh.
;-)
Back at ya, Karm. :-)
I will happily pass my crown to you at that point. It comes complete with a sash and tiara.
xo
E
Woo hoo! I made the kook, er, um...club list! T'anks.
Definitely a first for me. High school was a total wash. I was nonconformist enough that I got sentenced to a labor job in England. I think it was supposed to 'scare me straight'(no, I was never an addict, just an 'attitude') but I hooked up with a bunch of worse nonconformists than me and led rather a vagabond, odd job life through Britain and then Holland for longer than I care to admit. And it started when I was the same age as my darling daughter :0 gulp!
Haven't actually polled family, but have no doubt I'd be unanimously voted in as Queen weird. Do I get a tiara too? Lucky for me I raised a couple of unique kids and for the most part they think I'm pretty cool. Which is weird in and of itself??
So yeah, I guess I'm pretty much a misfit, but I do feel like I'm beginning to come into my own. I know I'd sooner be a colorful and magically delicious Lucky Charm than a boring old beige Cherrio, anyway. :)
Lainey:
WOW! What a story! Shipped off to England.
Sure, you can get a tiara. We'll have Tiara Tuesdays! We can all wear our crowns.
E
Sign me up for the weird cruise *g*
O'course my son's friends think I'm cool--considering they're 13 I'm not sure what that says about me LOL
queen:
It means you get to steer the ship on the cruise. :-)
E
So that's what they're calling it now. Magically delicious? I love it!
My favorite phrase around the house is "It's better to be weird than normal."
My kids have perfected the eye roll at their mom. But my oldest (22 yr old daughter) I think is coming around, and beginning to think her weird mother is kinda cool. Who else can she listen to Korn with and go get tattoos? Certainly not Grandma. :-)
M
Michele:
I am seriously on the cusp of getting a tattoo! :-)
E
P.S. MUCH better to be weird than normal.
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