tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post2819327740715505323..comments2023-11-02T08:09:02.234-04:00Comments on Her Bad Mother: Come, Armageddon, ComeHer Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-90582249039967593802008-03-04T22:57:00.000-05:002008-03-04T22:57:00.000-05:00You are a talented, gifted writer.Talented, talent...You are a talented, gifted writer.<BR/>Talented, talented, talented!<BR/>Gifted, gifted, gifted!<BR/>I cannot say it enought times.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-85950845036836568622008-03-04T21:24:00.000-05:002008-03-04T21:24:00.000-05:00I decided to play along, too. http://albamaria30.w...I decided to play along, too. http://albamaria30.wordpress.com/2008/03/05/rock-n-roll-is-here-to-stay/<BR/><BR/>red pen mamaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-19101979947453500062008-03-04T21:04:00.000-05:002008-03-04T21:04:00.000-05:00I didn't have a particular song, and I admit, my p...I didn't have a particular song, and I admit, my post is much more about having fond memories. Maybe I'll do the dark ones another day...<BR/><BR/>Thanks, as always, for a brilliant post. <BR/><BR/>red pen mamaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-41806795403109185162008-03-04T16:39:00.000-05:002008-03-04T16:39:00.000-05:00Yes, I too had no idea the song was about nuclear ...Yes, I too had no idea the song was about nuclear holocaust.<BR/><BR/>I only came of age last year. Growing up, as we all have, in the nuclear age, the idea of catastrophe was kind of like going on a roller coaster, or through a haunted house: a deliciously scary adventure.<BR/><BR/>I don't know what made the scales drop away that revealed what a potential horror it would be, along with a sense of how precarious 'stability' is. Perhaps it's having children...sometimes normal life is so difficult with them, I make a jump in my mind to what it would be like in times of upheaval. I heard a spot on mothers in Iraq, forced to keep their children inside all day, day after day, without power, often without outside company because it is too dangerous to go outside. I'm imagining how time would lag, how short tempers would be, how I'd find myself erupting in anger at the very ones I want to protect. And knowing it won't be any better tomorrow...<BR/><BR/>If you can stand it a most powerful book is called The Road by Cormac McCarthy. It immerses one in the reality of a post-nuclear world as a father tries to protect his young son. It's not for the faint of heart: I found it terrifying, but oh so well written.<BR/><BR/>Wait, wait, you're pregnant--this is probably not the best book to read now. It's no fair that you still have to feel crummy. It's so hard when you already have a toddler who can't understand why Mommy doesn't want to keep getting up to get her something or help her with something. I hope you get your honeymoon soon.<BR/><BR/>Also, I just wanted to see if I could qualify as a Bad Mom and join. I send my kids to school in clothes they had on the day before. I don't make them wear coats in 20 degree weather. Right now my little one is recovering from the latest passaround illness and I'm grateful he's downstairs with a movie so I can write in here. And I SHOULD be doing vision therapy exercises with him.excavatorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12977971829976807873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-66529768723197668662008-03-04T01:13:00.000-05:002008-03-04T01:13:00.000-05:00Hello! I love your blog and visit everyday, somet...Hello! I love your blog and visit everyday, sometimes more than every day when things are rough and I have to shut myself in my room for a few minutes. I haven't been pregnant in over 4 years but damn, I remember the insane itchy boobs.<BR/><BR/>I wrote for this theme, albeit a little late, at succinic.blogspot.com. Because, once I got to thinking about the massive importance of Guns 'N' Roses, I really couldn't stop.Crohn's is my bitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18136455401957479218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-20067632372391368002008-03-04T00:08:00.000-05:002008-03-04T00:08:00.000-05:00You are an amazing, smart, bright, writer. You tak...You are an amazing, smart, bright, writer. You take memories and ideas out of my head and write them in print and they appear on your blog. OMG I thought I was the ONLY ONE who thought some of these thoughts and you snatch them from my brain and put them down on electronic paper. I didn't even know there were words to describe these memories, ideas and feelings. My parents divorced when I was 12, until now I have never been able to acknowledge in words the devastation and the settling of the dust into before the divorce and after the divorce...that was then and this is now... that shaped this and that was ugly but I am in control of this and I can make if beautiful for me. Your children are sooooo lucky to have you as their mother.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-55755087775701279072008-03-03T22:03:00.000-05:002008-03-03T22:03:00.000-05:00"It's all over and I'm standin' prettyIn this dust..."It's all over and I'm standin' pretty<BR/>In this dust that was a city<BR/>If I could find a souvenier<BR/>Just to prove the world was here" <BR/><BR/>Holy moly! Thanks for explaining. I looked up the lyrics just now, and wow! I get it now, and that's pretty deep. I don't know how I never knew this. I just thought it was a cute song...caramamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02327695885346537321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-33718671595213365672008-03-03T12:53:00.000-05:002008-03-03T12:53:00.000-05:00dude. you stole my mixed tapes!! and, prolly, my ...dude. you stole my mixed tapes!! and, prolly, my eyeliner. anyhow. to this day, i turn off the radio when ultravox comes on, because I BAWL LIKE A BABY. dancing? with tears in my eyes? warm snuggles against the apocalypse while panic splits the city apart? god. can't take it. and that stupid alphaville song. radio goes off. i'm a mushy mushy person.Mimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10812707312289852258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-37117877041009146212008-03-02T10:16:00.000-05:002008-03-02T10:16:00.000-05:00caramama - the balloons *trigger* the nuclear the ...caramama - the balloons *trigger* the nuclear the attack, because they're mistaken for bombs. Was the world paranoid much?Her Bad Motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-88573693894430926552008-03-02T01:06:00.000-05:002008-03-02T01:06:00.000-05:00This is my first time to your blog and what a post...This is my first time to your blog and what a post to read! Wonderfully written. I could feel your angst from here.Childsplayx2https://www.blogger.com/profile/14862474335091243574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-85139416462988814812008-03-01T22:45:00.000-05:002008-03-01T22:45:00.000-05:00Wait, the balloons were bombs? Where the hell have...Wait, the balloons were bombs? Where the hell have I been??? I'm going to have to find the song and listen again with this new-to-me knowledge. How did I never know that?<BR/><BR/>And I loved the ansty music too. Dark and brooding. It's amazing where you end up sometimes when you flash back. Thanks for sharing your story with us. It was really meaningful to read, and so well written.caramamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02327695885346537321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-22078316926985777172008-03-01T14:51:00.000-05:002008-03-01T14:51:00.000-05:00that was really, really beautiful.that was really, really beautiful.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-67483361517240313832008-03-01T11:23:00.000-05:002008-03-01T11:23:00.000-05:00me too! me too! http://thebratthebeanandbedlam.wor...me too! me too! http://thebratthebeanandbedlam.wordpress.com/2008/03/01/blast-from-the-past-or-music-from-my-misspent-youth/the mad mommahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14535453643548976883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-38484779191607968332008-03-01T10:28:00.000-05:002008-03-01T10:28:00.000-05:00I think the age of consciousness is supposed to be...I think the age of consciousness is supposed to be around 7, when we realize that we're not the centre of the universe, just a tiny cog. I think that realization, our tininess invokes all kinds of deep seated innate fears.<BR/><BR/>Best wishes<BR/>[pop over and collect your award]Maddyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05828186178060722812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-16459151581972113502008-03-01T09:41:00.000-05:002008-03-01T09:41:00.000-05:00i loved Red Balloons and Alphaville and oh, oh The...i loved Red Balloons and Alphaville and oh, oh The Smiths...my own family holocaust had occurred so early that i had no memory of an intact world before it and yet the fallout was still a dust over everything well into my teens...so these songs spoke not so much to my fears as to the recognition in me that some things were already irrevocably broken, and i found them immensely comforting.<BR/><BR/>great post.Bonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14403701620708365171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-71381178949927083322008-03-01T08:38:00.000-05:002008-03-01T08:38:00.000-05:00Beautifully written. It made me want to plunder I-...Beautifully written. It made me want to plunder I-Tunes for all those songs until I realised it's chuffing 5am and what the hell am I doing awake!AliBlahBlahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03335907266347761153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-33112319377713732532008-02-29T23:44:00.000-05:002008-02-29T23:44:00.000-05:00I find that it's even harder re-living those fears...I find that it's even harder re-living those fears through your own children's fears.<BR/><BR/>The monsters in the closet are easy.<BR/><BR/>I have an easier time lying to them about Santa and the Tooth Fairy than about the real terrors that wait along the edges. And, they won't be lied to.<BR/><BR/>I wonder what music will play through their heads when they remember where they were when they first found out about a world with global warming or genocide or torture. Dramatic stuff, that. I'm thinking lone woodwinds.josetteplank.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16790825543155685363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-10522618182516783962008-02-29T21:50:00.000-05:002008-02-29T21:50:00.000-05:00Hello, I Just Called To Say I Love You, i'm Lost I...Hello, I Just Called To Say I Love You, i'm Lost In Your Eyes, but I Ain't Missing You, because Nothing Compares To You but she said Can't Touch This...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-35392893062648820622008-02-29T20:53:00.000-05:002008-02-29T20:53:00.000-05:00I loved the War Games reference. When I was 13 or...I loved the War Games reference. When I was 13 or whatever I thought that was an awesome movie! <BR/><BR/>As for Nena, the only thing I remember is my boyfriend saying that singer girl was hot. Forget nuclear war! He said she was HOT, goddammit!!!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-50513737084674797892008-02-29T18:00:00.000-05:002008-02-29T18:00:00.000-05:00I agree. Great, great writing. And I remember Nena...I agree. Great, great writing. And I remember Nena. My daughter now refers to her as "the one with the hairy pits." Yes. Thank you You Tube.Angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08013834612284846819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-73427274970933689472008-02-29T17:52:00.000-05:002008-02-29T17:52:00.000-05:00Catherine? You are a really, really, really talent...Catherine? You are a really, really, <I>really</I> talented writer.<BR/><BR/>Sometimes I think people stop telling writers that when they reach a certain level. I just wanted to tell you.<BR/><BR/>You blow me away every time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-51671247121184275932008-02-29T16:20:00.001-05:002008-02-29T16:20:00.001-05:00It's amazing what feelings bubble up when you hear...It's amazing what feelings bubble up when you hear a song from the past. There are a few that I truly can't listen to without feeling totally overcome with memories. Great post, Catherine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-40905184084727217372008-02-29T16:20:00.000-05:002008-02-29T16:20:00.000-05:00It's amazing what feelings bubble up when you hear...It's amazing what feelings bubble up when you hear a song from the past. There are a few that I truly can't listen to without feeling totally overcome with memories. Great post, Catherine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-4400290330046671672008-02-29T14:50:00.000-05:002008-02-29T14:50:00.000-05:00It's easy to get sucked in to actually feeling you...It's easy to get sucked in to actually feeling your memories instead of just recalling them. Wonderful post. Truly. Dark memories and all.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-62962185698111317462008-02-29T14:35:00.000-05:002008-02-29T14:35:00.000-05:00I am joining in, too. I was SO surprised at where ...I am joining in, too. I was SO surprised at where this took me!<BR/><BR/>http://ittybit.blogspot.com/2008/02/reality-of-my-surroundings.html<BR/><BR/><BR/>Thanks for the prompt.toyfotohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17925976386177377987noreply@blogger.com