weekly perk. #2

weekly perk. something positively uplifting every week from her sandra's head. what sandra thinks.

This week in perky thoughts [perky thoughts? I think I just threw up a little]: Mom.

Mom doesn’t read my blog. [Good thing because I would have given her a heart attack by now.] No one I knew before I started blogging reads my blog. It’s my anonymous place of complete freedom to say whatever the hell I want.

I suppose the possibility exists that someone could find me here. Even without my last name or the real names of anyone in my family other than myself. It would only take the reading of a few posts for them to figure it out. But I choose to ignore this possibility.

And if someone finds me, it will never be Mom. She fears technology. She’s afraid to watch a DVD because she doesn’t think she’ll be able to get her television back into watch tv mode.

But I have totally strayed from my mission…

Back to the perky thing… [When I named this feature, I didn’t consider the way my brain always follows the word ‘perky’ with the word ‘boobs’. Is that weird? Why am I asking? Of course it’s weird!]

Mom doesn’t always understand me. I’ve given up trying to explain myself to her many times… only to try again later. Sometimes someone gets you, sometimes they don’t. And that seems more related to ‘sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don’t’ than I ever realized.

Over the past few months, Mom has been treated for depression for the first time. I think it started when Dad passed away four years ago, but she’s only now being treated and experiencing how depression really feels — what I’ve felt since high school. I don’t wish it on anyone, but she finally gets that part of me.

Before this, she was among those who would say just cheer upstop being so negative… or other assorted things that made me want to scream. But now she finally understands how it feels, to some extent, and knows it’s not as simple as flipping a switch.

And it is amazing being even a little understood by Mom.

But the real smile-inducer arrived in my mailbox a couple of days ago. Yes, Mom sends things through the mail. Paper mail. Often including notes she typed on a typewriter. I am totally not making this shit up.

Among the bits of junk mail and flyers, I discovered an envelope addressed to me from Mom. And I knew it was from Mom with no need of her return address label because, as always, my name and address are typed. Again, on her typewriter. See my name below.

my wacky mom.

Excuse the blurs. Must protect the innocent. And also me.

Inside the envelope? Oh, Mom. You still read paper magazines… and you’re hilarious…

chris hemsworth wants me.

[Jesus, every time I look at that picture, I feel like my heart is failing… and other intense stirrings elsewhere.]

And I musn’t forget Mom’s [typed] note…

This gorgeous hunk of a man is looking for you.
Have a great day.
Love, Mom

And finally, a $20 bill, because I’m unemployed and she’s generous and nice like that.

I want my twenty dollars.

How great is my mom? She may not get me sometimes, but she gets that Chris Hemsworth is fucking hot.

Thanks, Mom.

[Please note lovely coffee logo #2. I like this one… it speaks to my inner Starbucks. Though it still doesn’t make me perky, you know, because impossible. Again, graphic subject to change since I have many.]
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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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33 Responses to weekly perk. #2

  1. Dear Heavens, if my mother ever read my blog, I wouldn’t ever be able to face her again. I think my mother had sex three times, since there are three of us, but I still question that. 🙂
    It is hard for those who haven’t experienced depression to understand it. Once you do experience it, the understanding is instant. We are lucky that we are able to openly speak about depression now, whereas in the past, put on a happy face was the mantra.
    All I know is, if I am ever having a rough day, a post from you will surely make it better. Thank you. 🙂

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  2. I love so many things about this post! 1st: no one i know reads my blog either, same as you it would be easy for them to know it was me even without names. 2nd: love hand written letters, 3rd LOVE typewriters! 4th: Chris is smexy! 5th: you’re mom for being so freaking adorable! 6th: you for sharing such cuteness and making me smile

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  3. theturtle says:

    Lovely coffee logo 2 – don’t let the big guys come and steal it from you 😉 Yours is way perkier 😉
    Your mom writes real post letters , with little goodies inside 🙂
    Turtle Hugs 🙂

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  4. theturtle says:

    Sorry , missing :
    …gotta love her even she not always “gets” you

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  5. theturtle says:

    …even IF !

    looks like someone needs a coffee !!!

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  6. My mom does not get me either. At all. And she’s not cool enough to think Chris Hemsworth is hot either. Maybe Tony Bennett… And she has access to my blog but she’s not even interested enough to spy on me!

    This is a great weekly feature! And hey if you’re ever feeling lonely during the day, comment or reply randomly and I’ll keep you company. My schedule is pretty flexible. We can cry over Morrisey together! Hope you get some sleep tonight! 😴

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    • Thanks, Meg. I certainly spent most of my life with Mom not getting me. I’m glad she gets me more now, but sad that it took her own depression to get there.

      Sometimes I have those days when I get bunches of comments and feedback and conversations… and it’s pretty awesome. And then I have days with, well, not much of anything…! I don’t like those days — especially when I posted something I thought was great! I know, I’m too sensitive and needy!! And throw in a little paranoia, too. 😀

      Of course, there could be a thousand reasons why this happens, and 95% of them (or maybe more) have very little to do with what I posted. People have lives… and jobs… and kids… and husbands and wives (usually just one or the other 😉 ) and other stuff. Just because I’m unemployed and don’t have much of a life at the moment doesn’t mean everyone has as much time as I do!

      See, I’m totally logical… yet I let things get to me anyway! 😛 And thanks for the open invite! That’s so nice of you… 🙂

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      • I know how you feel about not getting the feedback you expected! But honestly, your blog is growing nicely and rather quickly! And the commenters you do have, leave nice thoughtful, meaningful comments. Not just “nice post” or “loved it” which means they’re really taking the time to read and think about what you’ve written. Seriously, I’d take 3 lengthy comments over 15 short ones any day! It seems like traffic is heavy in the morning, dries up during the day and then kicks up again in the evening. That makes total sense (at least for those of us in the US) with people’s work schedules, etc. So don’t worry! And yep, door’s always open! xo

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  7. itsathought2 says:

    I don’t want anyone in real life to read my tumblr. That’s where I am just me. They get to see all the broken pieces all over the damn floor. No pretences. Its soooo liberating to not have to put on any faces for them. Just be however I am that day. Good Bad or Indifferent.

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  8. We talked aboiut this on my blog. My mom wouldn’t get my bog either. And Devil Girl would have her turning over in her grave. Nice post. And Chris is okay, but not exactly my type.

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  9. I do my blog mostly the same way, save a very small group of close friends. And sometimes I mail stuff to my kids when they’re at their dad’s – magazine clippings with Post-it notes framing my comments 🙂

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