changing from MoMoir to Auntoir

O.K. enough of Charlotte who doesn't even read my blogs which have all pretty much put her in a starring role.  (Her favorite role.) From now on I'm going to blog about my nephews and nieces.  I have a brand new booky best friend. Mr. Kieth Spaulding (last name withheld). He confessed to me this weekend that he now reads fiction.  Not just any fiction. But he just finished Freedom by Jonathan Whatshisname.  And he liked and hated it as much as I did. Poor Kieth. He is now on my You Have To Read This Now List!!!!! It's so nice to have a nephew who reads especially when you have a daughter who won't give you the time of day. PS. I just bought a kindle and am waiting for Skippy Dies to download. A warning to future Kindle purchasers: this is not an instant download. It took about ten minutes. I want my money  back.

The right couch, at last!

How pathetic is this? The only news I have to share is not even about my daughter, it's about her couch.  She picked it out, had it delivered and there it is. Ta-dah! A very nice brown couch. And it came with extra throw pillows. How do I know this? Because she sent a picture. Or is it called texting a picture?  That doesn't really make sense because texting is supposed to be words, right?  Well, anyway, she's very happy with her new couch.  And now I don't know what the next big thing is going to be.  I'd like to be able to blog about what she's thinking, feeling, dreaming, planning but all I have is the brown couch. I hardly even get news of Bailey the dog anymore.  Well, a brown couch is better than nothing. Stay tuned.  She starts her Christmas shopping soon.

The wrong couch Part II

So I called Charlotte yesterday with what I thought was a terrific solution. "Instead of rushing into buying a couch (which is the biggest piece of furniture in your apartment besides your bed, I informed the woman who invented feng shui) why don't you buy a few bean bag chairs until you know what you really want?" This is how she responded to my suggestion: "1. I'm not rushing into anything. I've spent a month shopping.  2. I know exactly what  I want.  3. Why would I spend money on bean bags when I could spend it on a couch? 4. Since you say you have trouble buying a couch why don't you get a few bean bag chairs yourself?"  What compelled me to offer her the  BBS. (Bean Bag Soution)? I think it was my way of keeping the Mother-Daughter Dialog going.  And the number one rule in the MDD is:  Say something stupid so your daughter can feel smart and superior.

The Wrong Couch

I talked to Charlotte last night.  She sounded very happy which, of course, makes me happy.  She is couch-shopping.  A very difficult task. I never bought a couch. I still have my Grandmother's Victorian...not exactly love seat...but a couch you definitely don't love sitting on.  I pretend it's because I am so in love with Victorian furniture but really it's a deep-seated (forgive the expression) fear of buying the WRONG COUCH.  Because after you select it, pay for it, have it delivered (or God forbid) load it up yourself there it is sitting in your living room taking up all the space and it hits you:  This purple paisley faux-velvet sectional is THE WRONG COUCH.  It's like getting the wrong face lift.   What are you going to do about it? It's done. It's over. It's looks awful. And everyone is going to see you made the wrong decision.  And now my daughter is bravely going forth from one discount furniture store to another looking for THE RIGHT COUCH. Charlotte, Queen of the removable cushions!

It's all about me

It started out about her, it really did. It was all about Charlotte, the light of my life.  But when she kept presenting herself as "the Mystery Girl" (what is she thinking, what is she doing, what is she feeling?)...Well, naturally I turned to the second most fascinating subject: me. What am I thinking, what am I doing, what am I feeling? This is supposed to be a mother writing about motherhood--describing her child in exquisite detail.  I keep coming back to me in not-so-exquisite detail.  I'll try and stay on topic in the future. But it's hard. I keep getting in the way.

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I have multiple personalities.

Thank you dear Jack for figuring out how I had more that one blogspot and that's why I couldn't get my blogs onto my website.  I have so many different names now Linda Urbach Howard Clark Momoirs Madame Bovary's Daughter I can't keep track. And just to make matters worse I just joined tweet. 

MoMoirs Makes The News

I finally made the local papers and it wasn't for driving under the influence. Check out the sunday issue of the Westport News or the Fairfield paper. My friend Karen wrote me up royally. When I went online I didn't recognize the headline: MOMoirs helps in mother-daughter bonding. I thought, oh that's nice for some mother and daughter. They're bonding. Her opening paragraph was about how if your house was on fire the first thing you would rescue would be your photo album. And then she quotes me as saying "one MoMoir is worth a thousand pictures". Quoted in an article. Maybe I should get a press agent. I even sent the story to Charlotte. I hope she's not mad at me. It's one thing to post blogs on a website than no one ever sees. But this is in the actual newspaper in the actual town where spent her ("stop staring at me") teenage years. People are actually going to see this. How embarrassing is that, Charlotte?