Don’t be so ugly.
Brush your straggly hair.
You’re JUST like your Daddy.
You’re so ignorant.
Don’t be so hateful.
You can’t do that.
How did you get to be so blobby?
Your Daddy won’t like what you cooked.
It doesn’t have any flavor.
You’re too permissive.
Don’t be so stupid.
HAH! Goody! (serves you right)
There’s something wrong with you.
You need to go to church.
You need counselling.
I feel sorry for your kids.
I just sent my resume off to a job that would be a wonderful thing for my family. It’s a bit of a drive, but I wouldn’t have to worry about money. Prayers, PLEASE!!!
I can’t figure out why my LJ hack isn’t working with the upgraded version of WP.
Sunday is my anniversary. Two years ago I was supposed to be birthing our daughter instead of boarding a plane to come back home. I’ve mostly gotten over the loss of the relationship, but I’m still somewhat upset over the loss of the pregnancy. Yes, I was pregnant when I got on the plane, so what? I love my Joe so SO much, but sometimes I look at him and wonder what kind of baby she would have been.
Shoulda, woulda, coulda…..*sigh*
Cookie Monster’s Bulimia Nervosa
Yes, cookies *are* good. But too much of anything
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purging, try to regulate your eating habits.
Maybe instead of having two dozen cookies, you
could have two. Also, you should slow down
your eating. Chew each bite several times
before swallowing. Eating more slowly makes it
easier to tell when you are full. And don’t
worry about body image–people love you just
the way you are, googly eyes and all.
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Yesterday Holly and her hubby came up for a visit. We enjoyed a vat of spaghetti and meatballs, digested a bit in front of the TV – and then the fun began!
I had to run next door to the “storage” trailer, so I gave Holly the tour of the house I used to live in. While we were in there, it dawned on me.
They don’t have china.
I have an assload of it gathering dust.
Now they have an almost-complete set of Pfaltzgraff, and I have one less thing to move over here when we do the grand house exchange.
WooHOO!
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Updated Sunday Morning –
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emilyATtinklebelle.com
Background info – my van has had a wobble in the front end for months. I told Dad about it, he said he’d take care of it, so I let it go. And go. And go. I’m absolutely NOT going to take 3 kids to the tire shop in the middle of winter, so I’ve been putting up with the wobble.
Yesterday I had a tire blowout. I discovered that my van has a tire inflator, but no hose. [What that has to do with the subject, I really don't know or care. It's just cool.] It was your typical blowout – one second I was driving merrily along, the next the van sank a few feet on the right side. Alannah very gently freaked out – she’s never been in that situation before.
A very nice man (whose name I didn’t get) pulled over and changed the tire for us. For that, I am truly grateful. [It's not that I couldn't change the tire, but y'know, it's nice that someone stopped.]
I called Mom on the cell and told her what happened, and let her know that I was on the way home. She relayed the flat tire message to Dad – who proceeded to yell at me through her, saying that he would take care of it when I got home, and I really REALLY shouldn’t drive on low tires. It was after dark, so I just stared and glared at him without saying a word.
This morning, he goes out and looks at the tire. Pulls the size numbers off the flat, and tells me to call the tire shop, ask if they have that size in stock, and then tells me to find out if they’ll do front-end alignment.
My ears perked up.
Front end alignment? Could it be that I really WASN’T driving on a low/flat tire? [I know I wasn't, but when I first started driving I never checked the tire pressure - so he was somewhat justified in getting pissy.]
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be doing the “I was right” dance for the second time this week.
Parenthetically yours,
Me.
I’ve been working on my resume for 3 days – carving minutes out of the day to work on it, since the minute I sit down in front of the computer the boys attack.
For 3 days, I’ve moved the information around, changed the format, changed the wording, trying to make it sound good enough to make the HR person drop to his knees and beg to lick my feet offer me a job with a living wage.
I left the window open while Dad sat down to make a phone call. When I came back in, the window was closed, and Dad was playing solitaire. I just checked the hard drive – and the draft I was working on isn’t there. The original document is there, but not the thing I’ve been agonizing over for 3 days.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Mr. Furnace Repairman came by our home today with the part that was supposed to have been installed a month or so ago. He pulled the furnace out, started installing the part, and somewhere along the line he and dad decided that….
They need to install a whole new furnace.
No, really.
After being told for months that I was full of it, and there was NOTHING wrong with the furnace, they’re putting a new one in.
Pause with me, and savor the moment.
aaaaaahhhhhhh.