Pamela Ribon

Tag: Mom

  • babbling while the coffee’s brewing

    Oh, so tired. I’m writing an entry because my last one had such a dirty word in it, twice, and whenever that’s at the top of the page I know that’s the day Mom settles down to catch up on some pamie.com. I don’t want to hear her tsking from three time zones away. But…

  • processing the new year

    processing the new year

    The morning after the wedding, we woke up and listened to this song in bed and thought about how happy we were and how perfectly the wedding went and how lucky we were to have these amazing friends and family who braved the rain and snow and winds and this strange waterfall that happens on…

  • Wedding Week Update #1

    I burned my arm making dinner last night. Just a small burn, one I’ll be able to cover up with makeup, but I knew it was going to happen. I’ve smacked my hands into just about everything over the past couple of days, and now two of my knuckles are skinned, including my left ringfinger.…

  • Sing it, Alanis

    Number of hours my mom’s been in town: five and a half. Number of hours it’s been raining: five and a half. Heavy rain is predicted for the next two days, with sporadic showers until next week. Awesome.

  • the best gift

    The presents are arriving. I cannot tell from their exteriors if they are for the wedding or Christmas, so I’m just assuming everything is a wedding gift and we’re putting them aside to open after the wedding. It’s been eighty degrees around here lately, and the weather combined with all the upcoming festivities, it sort…

  • Proof I’m Turning Into My Mother #370 (in a series of 1000)

    Yesterday I checked a book out of the library that I realized this morning I’ve already read. This year. I checked out from the same library, which means its the exact same book.

  • are you kidding me?

    I can just go to the coffee shop as usual and work on my computer but now I get free internet access just because my computer has airport? Seriously, why didn’t anybody tell me about this sooner? Updates for those of you who have been emailing: Mom’s doing okay post-surgery. Her finger should be healed…

  • ugh.

    I lost this entry already once. Now I will rewrite in shorthand. I had a bad show last night. Here are the excuses: * I just moved. * I was moving during the rehearsals * Mom called just before the show to tell me she was going into surgery tomorrow because the dog bit her…

  • ‘Til I’m Home Again and Feeling Right

    It’s a very strange sensation, walking into my mom’s new house, seeing everything I associate with home (the dog, the bookshelves, the large dining room table, Mom) in a place I’ve never seen before in my life. It’s exactly like when you dream that you’re in your house but it’s not your house but it…

  • to do

    I understand Allison’s need to post in all caps. When you get to the point where you’re looking at your to do list and it’s longer than there are minutes in the day, all you know how to do anymore is emphasize just how busy you are. Like Jack talking to Wendy when she interrupts…