stash

original article posted on 10/21/2002 at 04:55:53 AM on the ‘raising hell ‘zine’ website where i was a writer/contributor :)

updated 06/17/2009 00:55:17 AM

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when i was a teenager, my mom found a bag of marijuana in one of my sister’s rooms. being as i was the only one home at the time, she stomped up to me and shook the baggie in my face.
“do you know what this is?” she yelled. “Do.You.Know.What.This.IS??”
“of COURSE” i said flippantly, barely looking up from my book (glad that it wasn’t MINE), “and YOU know what it is, too.”

thar she blows! she starts in on The Mother Of All Rants. “i’m going to wring her neck! she’ll be grounded for LIFE…!” and then the rant. just. stops.
prematurely.
ama-a-a-a-zing.

mom has changed her mind, mid rant, about confronting my sister. she decides to flush the stash down the toilet and replace it…, with some nice, dried, leafy oregano! i was stunned. and then i was laughing my ass off! i was SWORN. TO. SECRECY. (like i was gonna tell…, not on your life! i wanted to watch her SMOKE it!)

so, mom flushed.
she refilled.
she replaced the baggie where she’d found it.
and we BOTH, amazingly enough, promptly forgot about it.

and the years pass…

one night, we were sitting around the dinner table as young adults, and the subject of drugs came up. i think my sister said something about mom never finding her stash and bam! all of those oregano memories came rushing back…

i look at my mom. and she looks at me. and we both start cracking up…! i start to tell the story because mom is laughing so hard that she can’t speak. my sister is looking perplexed because she only remembers missing a bag of pot that one time. but my brother’s eyes are getting bigger and bigger as a revelation is dawning on him.
“oh my gawd, you’re shittin’ me!”, he says, “i stole that baggie and smoked it with my friends! we got sick as DOGS!”

now we’re ALL screaming with laughter! my dad stuck his head in from the garage to see why we were carrying on, but no one was coherent enough to tell him. which made us laugh even MORE. and my dad just shook his head and retreated.

our best family drug story EVER. it still cracks us up :)

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the virgin granny conversation

recycled… because i’ve been thinkin’ about my granny…

drinking coffee and visiting with granny as she sorts through her stuff, deciding what to keep and what to throw away.

granny: would you look at that! baby wrapping paper. i guess i won’t be needing any more of that…
me: i don’t think so, grandma. i think we’re all done having babies.
granny: i suppose so. you know, i always wanted to have 4 babies but i only had your dad and dianne.
granny: so what about your sister, jocelyn? she only has one…
me: yeah, she’s probably done, too.
granny: maybe connor would like it anyway. he used to like cutting out the little pictures on wrapping papers…
me: mmmm. i don’t think so, grandma. he’s in 3rd grade or something. he definitely doesn’t do that anymore. and i don’t want to be a grandmother yet, so don’t even THINK about saving it for zakk!
granny, laughing: why he’s not even married yet! have you had that little talk with him?
me: mmmm…, well it’s a little late for THAT, grandma…
granny, tittering: oh DEAR!
me: so, i just be sure to have condoms available…
granny: i guess young people don’t wait anymore…
me: hmmm. i’m sure that SOME do.
granny: well, i’d just like you to know that your grandmother was a virigin when she got married!
me: Really??!
granny: of COURSE! i wasn’t going to give it up for free! and i was SO excited! i couldn’t wait for my wedding night!
me, laughing: REEally!
granny: and you know what?
me: what??!
granny: it was awful. just AWFUL.
me: oh NO! that’s terrible!
granny: and after that…? it just. got. worse.
me, spitting coffee: oh. my. GAWD, grandma!
granny, shaking her head: DEFINITELY wasn’t all it was cracked up to be…
me: you know, grandma…
granny: yes?
me: that just might be why you only had TWO kids…!
granny, tittering behind her hand: oh dear, you just might be right!

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ratty is…

facebooking… inhaling spray paint… dreaming of vacation… wishing poop would pick itself up… surfing and folding laundry and tweaking last night’s gig photos…

i. want. cookies.

[sigh]

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oy…

thank goodness for AMAZING migraine drugs… :)

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clouded mind

one of my favorite tweaked/self portraits that jocelyn has done…

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TtV #003

this TtV was also taken with my Rebel but through my dad’s old german Exa. still no contraption but i wrapped some black velvet around the Rebel’s lens to drape down and around the Exa’s pop-up viewer.

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TtV #002

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eeeek!! 34 days ’til Christmas!

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TtV #001

my first TtV… taken with a RebelXT through the viewfinder of an old, boxy Rolleicord camera. no contraption was use, hence a lot of glare-iness.

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project orange

This is one of my very favorite orange things, though I AM tired of washing it by hand. Time to buy a new dishwasher!

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