34×365: Jennifer M.

Don’t remember putting glue in your hair at three. Do remember going to concerts together as teenagers. Whitesnake and Great White, with your mom in a dress and your dad in a suit. Priceless. :)

Working

Been trying to work a lot on my 34×365 stuff. They aren’t all getting posted as soon as I write them. I’m putting them up here as one a day, just because I think that’s going to be easier for me to keep up with how many I’ve gotten done. However, my apologies for the times when there’s nothing going on here, nothing going on, then all of a sudden a rash of several 34×365 posts in a row. But then again, who the hell am I talking to, here? Show of hands, who’s reading me? Put your hand back down if you have the same last name as I do. That’s what I thought.

Ok, kidding. I know there are a few of you out there. Would be more if I actually posted more often, so there you are.

I was reading the Big Issues Debate group (and by “Debate,” it’s generally meant “arguing and trying to shout over each other”) over on Ravelry earlier today. There was a discussion of the two women kissing at the Mariners game who were asked to cease and desist. Some of the people over there are just … wow. Makes me understand how Bush got his votes. A woman talking about explaining to her kids how homosexuality (a deviant sexual practice) is a result of a fallen world? Holy jeebus chocolate chai covered tap dancing christ on a cracker. Stupid people are a train wreck. Can’t stop looking at them in amazement.

34×365: Mrs. Johnson

Teacher, always comparing me to my older brothers. Guess your degree didn’t teach you to let children be themselves. You apologized years later, but I wonder how many other kids you made hate you.

34×365: Mrs. Whitfield

Teacher. Oblivious to the little girl crying in the front row. Tormented, and you didn’t notice. “What’s wrong with your face?” you asked, and I remember over twenty years later. Thanks for protecting me.

34×365: Andy U

Goofball. World’s only Wiccan Jew with a Christmas tree. Nutter. Skydiver. Pointy purple mohawk. Adored. And you know what? Thinking of you makes me smile. Even if you couldn’t tell Niki and me apart. ;)

34×365: Tammy W

You lived down the street. We cut snowflakes together and walked your dachshund. You taught me to own up to my screwups. You moved in elementary school. Wish I knew where you are now.

34×365: Jean W

My Sunday School teacher several times. Bible study leader. Youth group leader. Taught me the church’s version of sex ed — what a laugh. Funny, you’re one of the rudest, most stand-offish people I know.

34×365: Hershel W

You were my minister. You liked me until you discovered I had started dating your grandson. Then I was beneath your notice, connected to your embarrassment of a daughter. Spreading the perfect love, indeed.

34×365: Jamie C.

You were 15, I had just turned 14. We were “going together” for all of, what? One week? Maybe two? You gave me my first kiss. Thanks for getting that out of the way.

34×365: Lee B.

At the band reunion you asked me if I hated you. The question floored me, but no. We were just dumb kids doing what dumb kids do. Why bother wasting the energy hating you?

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