My version of ‘Jazz Hands’
I provide my mother’s friends with entertainment. They
love to hear stories of my outrageous life. Oh that Heather. The actress. The writer. The extrovert. They love to hear stories of…
- My slapping of strangers. “If you do that again, I’m giving you full warning, I will slap you.” He did it. I slapped him.
- My unique style of parenting. “Mummy I don’t HAVE to be a lesbian do I?” Rissa has said. “Of course not sweetie. It would just make life so much easier for your father and me. Just until university. Wait until after university and then you can date whomever you want – boy OR girl. Hey! Look at that girl. She’s very cute. Hook up with her, she won’t get you pregnant.”
- My getting my nosed pierced. Wow. Bad idea. For me. For other people, a fantastic idea, and it looks all sassy and trendy and cool, but I changed the ring too quickly to a prettier one – had a perpetually irritated nose for months until I removed it.
- My having a talisman of rowan berries tattooed on my lower back, to ward off possible ghosts in my home. It’s not a tramp stamp – it’s too low for that. What would a lower equivalent be? Something that people only get to see if I’m full-on naked? Preen Scene? Signed Behind? Fetching Etching? Tart Art? Tail Grail?
- My being a surrogate
for a gay couple. That’s worth a WHOLE other post.
According to my mother’s friends I am ENTERTAINING.
A few years back, Mom was
gearing up for her annual weekend with her girlfriends. They’d been
going away together every year for 2 decades at that point. Mom and I were walking from a
restaurant through the Wal-Mart parking lot.
“You haven’t done anything interesting lately,” she complained. “What am I going to tell the girls?”
“Are you kidding?” I said. “In a week’s time I’m having a tummy tuck.* Is that not enough to keep them occupied?”
“Yes, but the tummy tuck is not happening until AFTER the weekend. I’ve got nothing to tell them NOW.”
So I whipped off my top and walked in my bra in the WalMark parking lot. “There,” I said. Will that do?”
*
So… the tummy tuck. I had one. I blogged about it in ALL ITS GORY DETAIL.