Summers of my youth were filled with sunny, sticky hot days, swimming parties, bike rides, and friends. Houston weather, relentlessly suppressing, choked your lungs with moisture. Us kids would ride around, ignoring the heat, to each other’s houses like mormons on mission. We would bike everywhere, arriving sweaty, sticky, and breathless ready to play and repeat the entire process.
This summer, as an adult, I’m able to re-live that experience. Or, at least in my own way, reminisce about it.
One of my best friends lives 3.6 miles away. I’ve always been fortunate to have friends near, but this is especially helpful when shit goes down for a dear friend. It’s nice to be able to be close, to have the option of hopping on my bike on my lunch break and literally riding to my friend’s house in 15 minutes or so, just like I did as a child.
Even if those are a hard, hilly, hot, sweaty, sticky fifteen minutes. (This is where I say, “That’s what she said.”) (And you all laugh.)
*Wobly 55 second clip of the process. minus the part where I stopped to fix my pedal or where I walked my bike up a huge-ass hill. Dudes. It’s a fucking big hill, don’t judge.
I wanted to get my friend something that says, “I’m sorry your body is an asshole and didn’t grow your baby correctly. Fucking babies. Always making their own decisions, anywho. Well, FUCK THE BABIES. Stupid fucking uterus,” but do you know how hard that is to find at Target?
There are cards for dead pets and not for dead embryos. What. The. Hell.
I happen to know, from experience, the only thing that really helps during a miscarriage is some kleenex, chocolate, and alcohol. And maybe a lovely smutty magazine or two.
So that’s what I got. The miscarriage basket.
I made my own card, though, because Hallmark is well behind the times of “Kick Mother Nature in the crotch and spit on the ground” cards. Seriously, there’s a market for this.
Perhaps I’ll start one.
You are an awesome friend! I think your card says it best. (BTDT sucks so hard)
By monstergirlee on 2010 08 19
You’re a good friend, Flinger
By Suebob on 2010 08 19
You are a fantastic friend.
By Heather on 2010 08 19
Brilliant. Love. Dig the new look, too. Of course IDK how new it is b/c I hardly read any blogs while I was away. But. The blog, it looks awesome.
By Al_Pal on 2010 08 19
Fucking brilliant. You are awesome.
By Derek on 2010 08 19
We would all be so lucky to have a friend like you!!!
By Shannon on 2010 08 19
Loter needs to link up to the pads I sent her after her 2nd mc.
By dawn on 2010 08 19
You are an awesome friend! And Hallmark? They need to get their shit together.
By Christine on 2010 08 19
Best basket ever. You are awesome.
By Pgoodness on 2010 08 19
Wow! You are an awesome friend! Everyone should have their own Mrs. Flinger!
By Sandi on 2010 08 19
Great idea! Hallmark can suck it. Nice work on the card’s envelope.
By Wendy on 2010 08 19
Bless you, friend.
This is wonderful.
By AdventuresInBabywearing on 2010 08 19
I love you so hard that I Live You.
Thank you so, so much.
By VDog on 2010 08 19
Okay Warrior and I are DYING laughing at your video. DYING. Luff.
By VDog on 2010 08 19
You are an amazing friend.
By mommabird2345 on 2010 08 19
Awesome. No other words. Just awe.
By Shab on 2010 08 19
luff this. also, what is the music on the video? i think i need it.
By tara on 2010 08 19
Totally awesome all around. And I’m glad to see you wear a helmet on your bike! Even if you have to walk it sometimes.
By Jennifer on 2010 08 19
You are an awesome friend. Hallmark has failed me in all my recent card needs.
By Clair on 2010 08 19
You know, there are some occasions where the words of some random person in some random office whose job it is to ‘create sentiment’ just aren’t appropriate anyway. A miscarriage is not a time for someone else’s idea of how to sympathize. YOU have the words. YOU have the experience. YOU are a superhero, a rock, and a shoulder to cry on.
And I love that you described tabloids as smut. Reason #18452 that Flinger is adored by millions (even if I need to split my personality once or twice to add the “s”.
By CitricSugar on 2010 08 19