The Politics of the Ballet Recital

Backstory: Since this is my mother’s first grandchild, she’s still getting used to the idea of parenting as a spectator’s sport.

Me: Here is a copy of the program for A’s ballet recital.  I don’t have many addresses here at work so please forward this on to M and K for me.

Mom: Is A only in the Butterfly one?

Me: If you are referring to performance 19 of 26 you would be correct…  Make sure to go to the bathroom and eat something before we go.

Mom: So, what you are trying to say is that we have to make nice and sit through every tap dancin’, glitter-spewing, fall down balling, pageant on crack event until we finally get to some real talent.  Grand…  Oh, and since K’s ex-wife’s daughter’s chubby little tinkerbell is in A’s class, I may have to hold off on that invite.

Posted on 03.12.2010 at 12:05 pm// Tagged: , ,

Her Talent Leaves a Little to be Desired.

Backstory: I’m my mother’s oldest child and away at school. Jane is my baby sister, she’s almost 4 and my younger brother is 17.

hi ladybug!

miss you like crazy and finding things to do around the house. jane and i have started painting—yeterday, i started an amazing portrait of a ballerina from the front of that San Francisco Ballet catalogue they always send us. i’m quite proud of the work so far, though jane’s talent leaves a little to be desired. i’m not a bitch! she’d be the first to admit it! just don’t tell her i told you that :) maybe she’ll improve once she gets as little older.

also, i cleaned out the front hall closet yesterday and found a blue and orange umbrella. is it yours? do you want me to send it to you? i thought i might also find your little brother in there, but alas, not yet. if he mentions anything to you, will you please let me know? i’m tired of waiting.

call me if you need anything or want that umbrella, i can ship it out with the cookies i just made.
love you to pieces,
momma

Posted on 07.21.2009 at 11:30 am// Tagged: , ,



Love, Mom