AMY AGAINST THE WORLDIT'S HEAVYthe lowdown on my situation- September 12, 2007 It all started a few years ago, when I wrote what I like to refer to as my Manifesto. Yes.And then, after getting west nile virus and being subdued on seizure meds for 2 months, I woke up one morning and said, "no. it ain't gonna be like this."So I flushed the rest of the pills down the toilet and for the first time, picked up the laptop that my mother purchased for me and I refused to use. When she brought it in, I gave her a mean look and said, "You know I donated my last computer, don't you".http://amyagainsttheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/lowdown-on-my-situation.html Grampa Jones- September 11, 2007 My mom's dad, Grampa Jones. The only man in the family that I could identify with. He and my grandmother divorced in the early 70's and he lived the high life every day after that. Traveled all over, had lots of girlfriends.We got lots of cool things in the mail from him, including catalogs from head shops. My mom complained but he said he thought "Amy would like the colorful pictures." I did! He drove a candy apple red Stingray. Looked like a little hot corvette parked outside our house. When..http://amyagainsttheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/grampa-jones.html 2 men- September 11, 2007 This is the man I married, at the age of 21. He was 19. We were married 6 years. He is the father of my beautiful daughter. This is the man that I ran off with, after my husband & I separated. (No, I didn't know him beforehand.) These 2 men have unknowingly shaped me and my entire outlook on men, the world, love, romance, and myself. Both men have taught me. These men are complete polar opposites in every aspect of their lives. But each, to me, are perfect representatives of my own extremes,...http://amyagainsttheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/2-men.html camp letters- September 11, 2007 Dara & I did manage to get along, but only if there was a wide gulf between us. Like an ocean, maybe. In this case, I was in Glen Rose. Not too far from home, but far enough.More spoiling from my loving motherall I had to say involved conspiracies. I was only 11. Sad, I know.comforting words from my mother. I breathed a sigh of relief when I received this. But it was too late, we had all thrown away our toothpaste at camp.http://amyagainsttheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/camp-letters.html more from my scrapbook- September 11, 2007 there has never been a child on this earth more afraid of shots than me. And to think I endured a lumbar puncture! Now you know. Perhaps I should sell this design to PETA.One of my attempts at a greeting card. The bug is made out of beans, glued on. I still think it would have sold well.Now this was quite a discovery today. My dad's mom. She's dead. Never really knew her that well, she was quiet and all she ever talked about was her neighbors, her job, and her plants. So to see that she wrote..http://amyagainsttheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-from-my-scrapbook.html postcards from Uncle Mike- September 10, 2007 This is my mother's older brother, Mike. He never stayed put in one place. We received lots of interesting things in the mail from him, including Arab head things and batiks from India. He spoke several different languages including fluent German, which I tried very hard to learn but am unable to make my mouth create such bizarre sounds. Here's some of the postcards we received from him, over the years. I'm too lazy to put them in the right order though. Mike died in '99, I think it was And my..http://amyagainsttheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/postcards-from-uncle-mike.html driving, getting rid of things, and I scanned a sheep.- September 10, 2007 I did it. Got a trash bag, put all the drawings from my childhood in, squirted ketchup all over them, then some water (to insure mold production), tied it up and threw it in the dumpster. What a glorious feeling to throw things away. Especially things that have been saved for so long. You should really try it. Once you start, you won't go back to holding on to things. Anyway I think my mother would have a heart attack if she knew what I just did. At least I scanned & saved some first. (the ones.http://amyagainsttheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/driving-getting-rid-of-things-and-i.html childhood drawings 7- September 10, 2007 lists, lists, and more lists... I would write down songs, turn on the radio, and draw. Each time the song came on, it got checked. Is this ok Actually, come to think of it, I also did the same thing with my fish. There was a big aquarium in my room, and a really cool big rock in there, it had a hole in the middle. I would write down all the fish names, then each time they swam through the hole, they got a check. Another list was made for cars, they got checked when I saw them drive by. I was.http://amyagainsttheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/childhood-drawings-7.html childhood drawings 6 ..ages 5 - 8- September 10, 2007 ...just so you know.When turtles go bad.My nazi sister, at it againThe betrayal! The lies! I wonder why Mr. Worm is standing off in the distance. I must have drawn thousands of pictures as a child, and unfortunately for you, my mother saved them all. When my daughter first saw this, she fell to the floor laughing, then I started, and we couldn't stop. Neither of us can pinpoint exactly why this is so funny. It just is. I challenge you: look at it and try not to laugh. Just look at it for about.http://amyagainsttheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/childhood-drawings-6-ages-5-8.html childhood drawings 5- September 10, 2007 ...what, you didn't know that one-armed cowgirl hookers were at the top of the foodchainmade out of paper, scotch tape, and christmas garland, it was the perfect holder for household goods. My mother did hang it up on the wall, beside the kitchen sink. It fell whenever you put anything into the pocket, I tried. At least this has better workmanship and engineering than the Father's Day present I made for my dad: a stuffed bookmark. Made of navy blue felt and stuffed with cotton balls. I...http://amyagainsttheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/childhood-drawings-5.html |