you know how when you are a kid, you go back and forth about how you want the door to your bedroom open and closed? you want it open so you can see the light from you parents room and know they are still awake. you want it closed to keep out any bad guys that might break in. this all sorta makes sense when you are a kid, but when you are 21 years old? and that’s not even the whole story.
when meredith sleeps over at my place, she is very specific about how much the door to the room is allowed to be open. normally she would just close it all the way because… uh… well, she just wants THE DOOR CLOSED!! but things are different at the ManHammer. here, she wants the door to stay cracked a little bit so that cleo, our precious little tortoise shell cat that we are borrowing, can come in and out as she pleases. her food is in my room and sometimes she’s gotta eat. all this is very understandable, but meredith’s desire for the door to open be for cleo and the door to be closed for her can become very complicated. frequently, the door to the room will be half open as we are about to go sleep, and meredith (upon seeing this) will shoot up out of bed and close the door about 3 more inches. she doesn’t CLOSE the door, she just swings the door nearer the closed position, but by merely a few inches. apparently this little bit (at least 78 precent closed) is the perfect balance between bad guy security and feline mobility. who would have guessed, 78 precent?
and then, on the way back down to the bed, she and i usually bump heads because it’s so freakin’ dark in the room because all the blinds have been pulled and she moves WAY to fast in the dark. then we black out and pass out and have very shaky memories of the previous evening when we wake up with bumps on our heads.
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Hey e. The site looks great. I’m in chicago with Matt and we went to the carnie graveyard last night…creaptastic.
very nice space. i’m impressed. regarding fun, i have roman candles – atleast ten of them – and i’d like to make a trip to the park. you can run around and appreciate the pure joy of shooting fireworks while i stand in one spot and appreciate the pure joy of shooting you with fireworks.
i am meredith’s mother. may i add some absolute ridiculousness? being her mother, i have so many…this summer, when she rear-ended an SUV and totalled her car, she left the car at our house to deal with. my brother and my 18-year-old nephew came to tow it away. because my nephew is sweet and naive, i told her: “clean out the car before you leave.” if you know meredith, well…you know why i would say this. here’s what my nephew found: two boxes of clothes (thong on top) various empty food containers. a strapless bra. CD’s – like 30 of them – all over the floor. and in the trunk: a moldy cereal bowl.
like i said – i’ve got a million stories.
Wassup, E!!! I like the site, it’s beautiful. It’s really rewarding for me to see every new project you do because each one is better than the last, and I was there for your very first one. I love the point about 78 percent being the perfect mix between bad guy security and cat accessibility. Anyway, have the weekend off and am going to run some errands. One of the errands will be to call everyone, so talk to you soon. Andy.
I am FINALLY replying to this absoooolutly ridiculous website and not quite sure where to start. To my loving and brutally honest mother, “you go girl”. However, having known you for almost 22 years now, my retaliation could be just as brutal. Remember YOU gave me my nose, squinty eyes, striking good looks and charm and…. oh yes.. absolutly ridiculous beliefs, attitudes, and persona. So I take about 22% of the blame leaving you with oh 78%.. all fingers are pointing at you woman. Because mother…we are both ridiculous in SO many ways.
My Defense By:Meredith Brooks
I decided for some of these “blogs”, that shout out ridiculous aspects of me, I would some how defend them and try to show others.. its really not so ridiculous. “Close the Door 78%” My reaction is this. Growing up as a girl, slumber parties and sleep overs were always exciting. But after the barbie playing and dressing up was over it was time for bed. My friends really fell into three categories, three different kinds of sleepers. There were the “night light sleepers” who slept with the door shut and night light on. There were the “wide open sleepers” who slept with the door open, making it easier to run away from the scary things inside the room. And the “shut all the way sleepers” who kept the door shut to keep the scary things outside the room away. Most my life I was a wide open sleeper because I was afraid of well damn near amost everything. Now that im so much more mature and rational, I know theres nothing under the bed, so I prefer NO LIGHT what so ever while im sleeping. I have a kitty though who usually sleeps in the room, but sometimes doesnt come to bed in time. So, I leave the door just enough open to let her in, and enough closed to keep the light out. Ridiculous? I think not!