About Rhiannon Giles

February 2, 2016 Rhiannon Giles

Butthurt

ill-ad·vised adjective 1. unwise or imprudent It would be ill-advised to go skating in the middle of the night with a thousand adults drinking beer. There are a surprising number of people in the greater Triangle area who want to pay $12 to go out well past turn-into-a-pumpkin time to attempt skating while wearing costumes, drinking beer, and listening to disco. Most of these people can’t skate. Major props to the older guy wearing a full psychedelic body suit, because quite a few people seemed to be confusing disco with the 80s, and one guy was dressed up as an Angler fish. I mean, what could go wrong?

The place was packed. At least two people took their beers onto the floor itself, where they promptly fell, splashing beer all over the place.

Life

February 1, 2016 Rhiannon Giles

Life is large

When I was 20 and Pete and Maura Kennedy were playing at a 21+ venue, they went out of their way to make sure we got to go to the show. Maura wrote to the venue that she would personally guarantee that we would not drink alcohol, signing her name to it in a show of trust that meant the world to me. Ever since then we have joked that they are my adoptive parents, having adopted us for that one night. She told me that if the venue hadn’t agreed to let us in that she and Pete were going to go play on the sidewalk.

January 29, 2016 Rhiannon Giles

Hell’s Jenga

Kindergarten stresses me out. I don’t think it is supposed to do that. But as I pull paper after crumpled paper from Lorelei’s bookbag I can feel myself wanting to shove it all under the couch and run far, far away. 100 days projects. Boxtops. A million pieces of school work. Worksheets. Books for her to read. Newsletters. Fliers for programs and meetings and groups. Snack calendars. Fundraisers. -a-thons. Drives. As my brain is trying to prioritize this, it spirals into fear that I did not remember to do that thing. Some thing. I don’t know what thing. But there’s always a thing.

Randomness

January 29, 2016 Rhiannon Giles

Why did I get in a wet paper bag in the first place?

“God, you got a negative sense of direction, hon.” Ed to Evelyn, Fried Green Tomatoes

My mom’s version was always, “Rhiannon could get lost in a wet paper bag.”

#TBT

January 28, 2016 Rhiannon Giles

#TBT – The construction

I wrote this a year and a half ago during some major construction going on outside of my office.

My apologies to Poe.

Randomness

January 27, 2016 Rhiannon Giles

cut once, measure not at all

One day Lorelei came up to me with her hands pressed to her forehead. I thought maybe she had hurt herself, but as she stood there I started seeing pieces of hair falling out of her hands.

Prematurity

January 27, 2016 Rhiannon Giles

Leap and the net will appear

My village. My friends. My family. I’ve talked and blogged about my village ad nauseam. If I ever win a major award I won’t have to write a speech, I can just go copy and paste.