I Got Nothin’ Redux Remix

posted by Momo Fali on March 20, 2013

Here’s what I could tell you; that my job entails the reading of hundreds of blog posts and articles online every day, and all day Monday I read about the Steubenville rape case. All day. By Monday night I felt like my brain weighed a million pounds and I considered never going online again. Then I remembered that this story would have never been told if it weren’t for a blogger who fell into the roll of investigative journalist. Bloggers rule. I think I’ll stick around.

I could tell you that we spent hours worrying about our nephew yesterday when we found out his Marine unit was involved in a deadly accident in Nevada. We were not one of the families devastated by news that their Marine was killed. Ours is alive, but he will have to deal with the pain of losing his good friends.

Shamelessly stolen from his Facebook photos. I don’t care. I only care that he is alive.

Of course, if I told you about all of that, I’d have to mention that the torture of not knowing whether he was okay took me back to August, 2005 when we waited for word on another nephew who was stationed in Iraq. He, too, is still alive, but he lost even more friends.

I could tell you how I feel guilty for not being a better aunt to them. I should have sent letters and care packages, and I should tell them that we pray for them every day, that we love them, and that I understand what has happened to them means they will never be the same again. Ever. It makes my heart hurt.

I might say that I’ve been worried about my cancer-surviving sister doing well as she reenters the workforce, that I have no idea how we’re going to pay for private school tuition, and that I fell HARD off the juice-fast wagon. I blame the leprechaun.

I could mention that the first day of spring is really just another day of winter, that my husband has lost his ever-loving mind because he’s considering the purchase of a puppy, and that I don’t want to live in my house right now because it’s such a mess.

Or, I could just show you this magazine insert that my son was using as a bookmark until he told me it was “distracting” him.

Clearly, he still like arms.

    Comments

  • Arnebya


    Is it wrong (I’m sure it’s wrong) that I’m glad at least one other person feels this way about her house? Psh. I’m glad both nephews are alive, I’m glad your boy is so hilarious, I’m sorry about a lot of the other stuff you mentioned, and tons of crap of my own, but you know what? I figure we’ll get through it somehow. Somehow.

  • tara


    I’m so glad your nephews are okay. I feel you on the aunt guilt….but at least my nieces and nephews know I love them and that I would do anything for them. Even if I don’t send care packages like I wish I would.

    My house is a disaster! It’s too small and we have a stack in one corner of moving boxes. And it’s not a small corner. It takes up 1/4 of the living room.

    Get a puppy. It sounds fun. 🙂

  • Liz


    My twin brother is in the military, my 14yo son is also interested in the military (ever since attending his uncle’s deployment ceremonies when he was in preschool) and, well, I totally get how much you care that your nephews are still alive…me, too!

  • Monica


    I’m glad you told us all of that. Thank you Momo!

  • Melisa


    Nice Seinfeld-ish update.
    I’m glad your sister is doing well, and I’m so sorry about those who were lost from your nephew’s unit.

    Puppy? Um…

  • Mare


    so glad your nephews are OK. God bless them. We have no idea the sacrifices our military personnel make. With all the reading you do online, are you blind by the end of the day?!?!

  • Aimee Giese | Greeblemonkey


    Love ya babe.

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