I'm not a complainer, but I'm totally disgusted at the amount of spam that fills my mailbox(es). Because of business concerns, I absolutely have to sift through the spam folder, and I'm literally getting 100+ of these a day.
I do not want any body parts enlarged, I do not want to buy good fake designer jewelry, I have no desire to buy drugs from Canadian pharmacies, and I know I haven't won any lotteries because you selected my email address that I did not enter into a contest.
Don't these idiots have anything better to do with their time??????
Idiots of the Day - Every Day
Book Clubs and Liars
I am playing hookie from my book club too, did it last night in fact. We can't read "book x," because someone has objections to the subject matter. We can't read "book y" because the title invokes a subject matter might be about "blank." We can't read books that take place in a certain part of the world because of one member's feeling about the region. I got shunned for sympathizing with a book character who told a lie, but I was simply being honest about my opinion. And on, and on, and on. I joined because I thought it would expand my horizons, well, OK, maybe that's pushing it. I joined to have fun, relax with the girls, and read some good books. Instead, I've spent the last 3 months looking for excuses not to go---less than brave for someone who out and out said they'd act just like the character in the book. (In my defense, the character lied a huge lie, but it was to protect another person) I sympathize with your plight. I too would rather not get drug down into small, dark holes, but how to tell them that? I guess I'll have to think of a whopper of a lie!
Outcast Recast!
In a sense it's a club, but this is a homeschooling group. One never knew homeschoolers could be this viscous! I'll probably stay in this group for my kiddo as the kids get along great! Betcha never knew there was a dark, seedy side to the mom's! Lies, backstabbing, pettiness. Hmmm.. what else can we add to this! Hey, maybe it will make a great book! Oh, I'll start a book club on that! We'll write stories! All who have been outcast unfairly from their homeschooling groups and have stories to tell, write to Dee Light! Maybe a made for t.v. movie will come out of it! :)
Vote her off the island!!
Oh dear......don't you hate when stuff like that happens? The universe is totally putting some wierd stuff out there. Sounds like you've been voted off the island, so why don't you turn it around and just do your own group....with those who don't want to be worried about backlash from a 'my way or the highway' freak?
I have to admit, I got a chuckle from the email (no doubt you didn't:) because it seems truly absurd. It's a book club, not life & death. Hardly worth the energy to put up with this creature.
After all, isn't that why ice cream comes in all those different flavors? Choose your flavor, and don't have the ones you don't like just because someone says you have to like a different flavor becuase she's in charge.
Catch my drift? Be the leader you are!
Groups of Women Together for A Common Cause
Ms. Light:
LOL!
That was a very funny email that you received. In my opinion, book clubs can cause a lot of problems between women. The root of all evil is not Wal Mart as Chel says...but book clubs. With women in them.
Hence the fairly new book titled "No! I Don't Want to Join a Bookclub" by Virginia Ironside.
Talk about crazies! Kind of long!
I am in this other group. The person who formed this group has always said this is a member run group, but truthfully, every time someone has an idea to do something, the leader will post, "That's great, but you know, I really think it should be done this way". Or," I really don't think this is how it should be done." It's gotten to the point where everyone is afraid to voice their opinions for fear of getting yelled at! Well, it seems, everyone except for me. If I don't agree with something or I have another idea, I'm going to voice it. It's not meant to be antagonizing, but it's just the way I am. It drives my parents nuts because I don't lie and I always say what's on my mind. My youngest sister and I haven't talked in over a year because of it, but I figure, well, if you can't deal with the truth, then you have other issues! Anyway, back to this ordeal. Personally, I am getting emails from other members of the group backing me up, but they don't want to say anything outright cause they are scared of the backlash. Recently, the leader decided to change something that a lot of people didn't agree with, but then the leader posted that it was their group, they formed it, what they say goes and that is that. It will make some people angry, but oh well. Now, to put this in perspective, the leader wanted to do a book club, but had some restrictions. Some moms had already talked about a different kind of book club. I posted about that one and the even the leader said it would be great to have two different types of book clubs. The members thought it would be great to have the two different types of book clubs. I am in another group, but I don't really run it. It is definitely member led. The members of the group do really whatever they want. If things get out of hand, I would step in, but since I've been a member (2001), I've only had to do that once. Another time, the leader made, what I thought, was bizarre restrictions on field trips. I asked privately to moms, who I thought were friends, their opinions. Some agreed with me and some thought we should get more clarification. I didn't want to post what I thought on list because of the fact I always posted. Other moms did finally post and we got more clarification and everything worked out.
Then, I get this personal email from the leader of the group as follows:
You are a group leader and you should know better than to try and cause trouble. I think that is exactly what you are doing too.
You are always trying to undermine everything I do. I asked about a book club so you post about yours...I choose an activity for the group and you email people behind my back asking them if they agree with my decisions.
I will no longer allow you to get away with it. You clearly have your motivations for doing these things which I find very petty.
I am keeping this between us and asking you to please stop. I am not asking you to leave the group but I will not allow you to post any activities any longer on this group. You of course have your own group where you can do that.
I was thrown for a loop with that email! I don't have a malicious or petty bone in my body! Nor would I ever want to take over anyone's group! Am I opinionated? Yes. If something bothers me, do I speak out? Yes. This was just crazy! The email itself didn't bother so much as knowing that someone in my circle of friends thought I was trying to "overthrow" the group or something to that affect and thought it was in their best interest to forward my private emails to the leader. That is what hurt me the most.
So, now I am being censored and prevented from speaking in this group, in a sense, which I find totally bizarre! What I think is really funny is that this is supposed to be a group that welcomes diversity of all races, religions, creeds, etc. But I guess if you are diverse in your way of thinking, you are not accepted. You have to believe and think in the way of the leader of the group, otherwise you are not accepted.
G*d Damn People
How dare so many people treat others as if everyone is there to wipe their ass. When did so many people become so freaking entitled?
Wal-Mart.
That is the root of all evil.
I'm sure of it.
Deliver the letter....
Dear Miss Turry,
Dear Ex-Husband is perfect...now print a copy & put it in the mail to him. What, you think he'll get upset or p***ed off? It can't be any worse than the crap he's put you through.
Rock his world a bit. Who knows -- he might get it.
Dear Ex Husband
Dear Ex-Husband:
I'm sure you will never read this (well..not entirely sure) but I don't think you will. I just wanted to give this situation a bit of internet exposure so that perhaps other exes will not make the same mistake.
See...we need to get something straight. You and I are divorced. Yes, divorced. You have married again and so have I. So we are not married to each other. Anything that happens to you when you go about your day is not my fault. When you have a bout of diarrhea, I didn't cause it. When you get stuck in a traffic jam, it isn't my fault. You see where I am going here, don't you? What you create is not my fault.
Your current wife's spending habits do not belong to me. I know, I know...she came from nothing until you *elevated* her to your white collar professional level. And yes...we know that she came from another country. We know that she didn't receive any assistance from her former husband(s). We know that she had to raise her children on her own until you rode in on your donkey to save them all. Even though they were adults..but I'm going off track here.
The thing is, my darling boy, you have to take care of your own children first. That is your first obligation. Not to your uh...wife, her adult children, your SUV, your vintage Corvette, your boat, your Mustang and your motorcycles. It's very simple. You take care of your children first and then you move on from there. You have a court order, you need to follow it.
Remember...you live...maybe....1500 miles away. You write a check and you are done with your obligation. It's the least that you can do. Stop your belly-aching. You aren't poor...it's your wife's spending habits. Stop her! Stop her now! Put a halt to this crazy behavior! Be a man...get some balls...put the brakes on!
And oh yes...kindly refrain from telling your children that paying child support and a small portion of college tuition is making you so broke that you are thinking of taking a gun to your head and blowing it off. Actions speak louder than words, my friend.
Act like an adult, you stupid crumb bun!
Overboard
Chel,
Yuck, what a nasty note. That would have made my stomach sink! No need for her to take it to that extreme. Though she appears to love to dole out "business" advice, she forgot that the number one rule is "good customer service!" I'd venture to bet that if we asked for respondents, many would have a story about immigrant family members who came here unable to read, but ran a successful business! My presumption, and considering her letter, its a leap, is that her role is to assist others. Her note does not assist you in becoming a member of their group, in fact if it was me, I'd walk away. Sometimes its not worth the spider web in which you might become entangled. You already seem concerned about their "politics" and potential to negatively impact you, so that can't be good. Oh, and unless you asked for her to give it to you "free" she's being an ass! Underline that twice!!
Nasty!
Ooh & ouch! Somebody had a B in their bonnet. Yes, B as in B*tch. Which leads me to think, they lost your check, they hate their job, and this is the only power they have so they use it. You almost have to feel sorry for them.
Uncalled for. Inappropriately rude! Unbelieveable.
Staple the check to the app when you resubmit. And keep a copy of it just to prove you sent it.
Does make you wanna scream.
B*tch! With a capital "B"
So, this year my business strategy is three fold, in order of importance;
1) Get accepted to as many juried festivals as possible
2) blah, blah, blah
3) blah, blah, blah
As you can see #1 is getting in to festivals. So, where I live there are over a hundred festivals between april and october. And there are about five companies who manage these different shows. One company is called MEMEME (the name has been changed to protect me more than anyone else. I'm told this organization is very political!). They manage about 15 of the shows, of which 8 are really good money makers (so I've heard).
I was accepted and so sent in all the paperwork along with checks, etc. One of the festivals is in a town called XYZ and part of what they require is that you have a business license to sell in their town for the two days of the festival. You are suppose to write a separate check to the town for the license fee and another check to MEMEME for the festival fee. I thought I did both.
Today I got my paperwork back in the mail with the note you see above.
Please tell me that this is as awful and mean as I think it is??????
Don't Call me Peggy.....
And just what do you think is in those heart shaped boxes??? Hmm.
Someone sent me this as a card too. LMAO. I DID NOT take it personally.
Guilty conscience from my wilder days? Hmm.
Nah.
It's not about sweet -- the benefits of chocolate
Read on -- much has been made of the benefits of chocolate!
* Cacao, the source of chocolate, contains antibacterial agents that fight tooth decay.
* The smell of chocolate may increase theta brain waves, resulting in relaxation.
* Chocolate contains phenyl ethylamine, a mild mood elevator.
* The cocoa butter in chocolate contains oleic acid, a mono-unsaturated fat which may raise good cholesterol.
* Drinking a cup of hot chocolate before meals may actually diminish appetite.
* Men who eat chocolate live a year longer than those who don't.
* The flavanoids in chocolate may help keep blood vessels elastic.
* Chocolate increases antioxidant levels in the blood.
* Mexican healers use chocolate to treat bronchitis and insect bites.
* The carbohydrates in chocolate raise serotonin levels in the brain, resulting in a sense of well-being.
Dark chocolate contains more cacao and less sugar than milk chocolate. So health benefits are increased by eating dark chocolate.
I rest my case.
Choco-what?
Dare I say it? The "C" word? Am I one of those few and far between people? Will I be kicked off the blog? I have been kicked out of restaurants. Yes, I am one of those. I am not a sweet person! Oh, I said it. I am not one of those that indulge in the sweet pastime of apple pie, the Dove bar and yes, it will utter from my lips......Chocolate. Growing up, I used to eat sugar by the cupfuls! I ran around like a crazy kid at Halloween with my bag of candy filled to the brim. But now, as an adult, I just can't eat the stuff! I really, really, really (you get my drift) have to be in the mood to have some sort of dessert type meal. When my friends and I go out to dinner, they shun me and make fun of me when the dessert menu is passed around. It's almost like having a handicap! I didn't really ask to be this way, I just am! I have a sense of humor about it, but man, the one time you try a cookie because it does actually look good enough to eat, it's almost as bad as someone who keeps Kosher and they just ate a piece of bacon! Well, okay, not that bad cause I'm not breaking any rules, but you would think that's what would be happening! :)
It's not that I don't like desserts, I just don't like the sweet taste. If something is not overly sweet, I may try it! I do like a shortbread cookie every once in a while! And, I can say I did try a Lavender and Blueberry Dark Chocolate bar not so long ago!! Well, I tried a little piece of it! It wasn't too bad! I don't think I could eat a whole bar, but maybe one piece every once in awhile?
Chocolate -- a Food Group
I never met a piece of chocolate I didn't like, though truly, some is better than others. Lately I've been nipping into Lindt's Ecuador bars. Mmmm, yum. And this week I see there's a sale at one of the local stores on Dove's valentine hearts -- buy one bag, get one free...who can resist a bargain like that?
So don't you think chocolate should be classified as a food group? Science has shown it does good things for you (particularly the dark kind)-- and personally, no day is complete without some!
I Love Chocolate Too!
My favorite chocolate comes from Oh! Chocolate in Seattle. Although I did receive a box of chocolates that came to me directly from Belgium this week that are mighty wonderful.
Of course, I am the only one who would know. I have entire 2 pound box hidden in one of my kitchen cabinets. I'm the only one who knows it's there. And...when I just can't take any more...I pop one in!
Chocolate!!! & Personals
I'm up for chocolate. Hershey's has closed 3 of its American plants over the last year and moved them to Mexico where labor costs are about 10% cheaper. ugh.
Now, my mom lives in a little town in a little state. I don't want to give it away but lets just say the POTATOs are big there. Any way, she is bored and over the course of the last ten years she has been clipping personal ads out of the local newspaper. About a week ago she drudged up the ads and has started posting them on Craigslist. Here is the first one. (Remember this was a real ad in a newspaper at one time.)
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4 time DWF, 57, plump, aging fast, self-centered, heavy drinker and smoker, controlling and hostile wants to meet clean, rich, muscular, tall, handsome 25-28 year old stud for immoral purposes. Must enjoy housework, cooking gourmet meals, sewing, babysitting my 5 grandkids, flower arranging, shopping and feminist discussion groups. Ideally the man of my dreams would have a lobotomy, but this is negotiable. Will only respond to those who meet my requirements. Others can BUZZ OFF! Send current photo, financial statement, photos of car, house and up to date medical records. I know you are out there because I have seen your post here before.
Stressed is Desserts Spelled Backwards!
Ok, so there's a lot of stress flying around...it can't just be me :O
And even though it kind of makes me smile to think of chucking the stress with something sinfully sweet, I'm further stressed by the reminder that I just wrapped up my six week holiday binge. And I did my workout today, and I'm going to have veggies for dinner....but darn those calories!
Did it help to keep reading articles that tell you to envision yourself with the body you want -- feh, in my mind I'm a vision. Too bad the mirror and my jeans don't agree. I guess I can only blame hormones just so much.
But I ask you ----- would one little piece of chocolate hurt????????
"All crazies will be charged double the retail price, as a deposit against future annoyances and trouble, so no complaints about anyone/anything."
I love this!
Let's Talk Resolutions....Blaming others.
So last year, I decided I was tired of being "pleasantly plump" and "voluptuous" those didn't sound so glamours and sexy to me anymore Oh, and beside the fact being out of breath after reaching the top stair on our two story home... was starting to feel pathetic. So I headed to Amazon, picked up a Biggest Loser DVD season 1 and three months later of sweat & ridiculous amounts of lunges, I lost almost 50 lbs. Doesn't come off as quickly as it does on the show might I add. Anyway, December hit, and I think I did pretty well.Fell off the daily work out wagon, but all in all stayed true to my healthy eating and with all the running around I didn't gain a lb. So, what's the freakin' problem you say?
Well, how about when your SH (sexy husband who doesn't have to freakin move a muscle to loose weight and can eat whatever he wants whenever he wants) screws it up? Yeah, I'm blaming him. First of all ,that pint of delicious, Graeters Black Raspberry Chip ice cream that I allow myself to one week out of the month is ok, I can handle that in moderation and gimme a break you had better hoped I had some or PMS turns Katie Kaboom in a hurry..... but bringing me home a half gallon of it because you thought of me at your trip to the store? WTC (what the crap). Others may call this lack of self control on my part, you may also see it as a sign of weakness.... I call it your fault. While I'm in the mood to rant about it. I'm going to go ahead and blame the company for making such a disgustingly delicious ice cream that stays on my mind when it's in the freezer... haunting me before bed. I'd also like to blame a certain mother and sister who first introduced me to this horribly addicting concoction of dark chocolaty bliss... and then we'll just go ahead and come "full circle" (thanks, Oprah) blame SH again for getting me pregnant and feeding me all of that ice cream in the first place, so he could have a pregnant barefoot wife in the kitchen.
Resolution - When it's all gone, I'll start working out again.
You?
Whack on the Head -- Eyes Wide Open
Okay, so I've been trying to digest my lastest whack on the side of my head. We all create illusions in our own minds. Whether we choose to turn a blind eye to reality, or leave out the parts of things we'd rather not see -- or maybe can't do anything about -- but boy when that thunderbolt strikes, it can be a real whopper.
What am I talking about here? Honesty. With a capital H. It comes in the form of an ending of sorts, a bit of heartache, a bruised ego -- etc. So last week I find out that my long time long distance darling apparently *forgot* to tell me something. Or maybe he didn't tell me on purpose. It doesn't matter. I admit, I was playing a bit of smoke & mirrors in my own head. And not that it's 'over' -- our relationship is changed. But something of the connection is surely broken.
The part that hurts the most is not what he did. It comes down to me, and what I chose to believe, and not see.
The details don't matter (you can conjure up whatever you want to)-- and this is not a call for sympathy. It's a lesson in being responsible about being Honest -- with ourselves, with others, with everything in our lives.
Lesson learned. Good one -- thanks -- I needed it!
Next......
Dancing Queen
Dancing is great, but OMG I used to go out in the 70's to the discos and dance! LMAO. I was living with someone who had a friend who was a bouncer at one of the 'in' places to go...and we always got in, no matter how many people were ahead of us! Made those in line wonder who we were, like some celebs, haha.
Came home one Saturday afternoon from doing 'Saturday stuff' and flipped arounf the tv -- there was a Brazilian guy trying to teach the lambada. So he said, if you don't have anyone there to practice with, grab a broomstick. So I did. Me and my broomstick (okay, I leave myself wide open for comments here....hehe)-- well we did a mean lambada! The one day I was at a party, and a client grabbed me and said let's dance, you lambada don't you? It was an outdoor party on the beach, and we nearly fell off the pier--- I had to admit I'd never lambada'd with a live person, only a broomstick.
Now where did I put that thing...oh well....just keep on dancing!
Kick Your Heels UP!
This reminds me about a conversation I had with Flash the other night! After spending a day in what seemed like screaming at kids, I thought, You know? I used to have this other life! I was fun! I was carefree! I used to be really spontaneous and happy and had not a care in the world! And now? Now, it seems like every day is about the child or the husband. If we even think of any time for us, we're considered selfish! I think my time is somewhere between midnight and 2am! Of course, then it starts all over again at 7am when I have to remind my wonderful husband to wake up as I am the one that sleeps next to the alarm clock, even though I don't have to wake up that early! Now, I do have a great family and I can't ask for better kids, or a better husband, but it seems that somehow or somewhere I have disappeared!!
I do have a group of mom's that every couple of weeks we go out to eat and it's fun and we don't come home till around 11p unless the restaurant closes earlier! But, we all decided that we needed to do something more. We decided to go dancing! I haven't been dancing since........hmmmm....before kids!! It was sooo exhilirating to actually figure out something to wear that wasn't same ole, same ole!! We weren't going out trolling or anything like that. We just wanted to go, dance and have fun with the girls. The club we went to was actually quite dead since we went during the middle of the week, but the music was FUN!! Old 70's disco, Vintage 80's!! It was great!! We had the dance floor to ourselves and had a blast!! It didn't matter if we could dance, couldn't dance, stood there, etc. We all had a good time, laughing and talking and just being ourselves. I finally was able to be ME again, if only for a little bit.
Since then, we've decided that this is something we need to do on a regular basis every other month or so. I think it's a good idea and so does my husband. I think it's also made life a little happier on the homefront too.
We're doing a little more dancing around the house.
Literally - loosing my mind.
A few years ago I lost my mind. Seriously. Like ... medicate her quick before something really weird or awful happens.
That was before I had a child.
The other day I found this book, "I Was a Really Good Mom Before I Had Kids" *sigh* I HIGHLY suggest this book to any woman whether she has kids or not. Why? Because it talks about the expectations we put on ourselves just to live our lives. And, reminds me once again why I'll probably be on drugs the rest of my life just to cope.
Beyond Blowing Your Cover
So many thoughts are stirred up by Miss Turry -- she certainly gets an 'A' for attitude in my book. It's so difficult to see suffering and deterioration in those we love. And to do what you can to be there for them, hooray! Life has so many cruelties, and we can only hope to rise above them, and to the occasion. Your auntie has led a very courageous life. An inspiration -- personally, I look for my own courage often -- inspired by those who truly have more suffering & difficulties than I have had in my life. It reminds me how truly good my life is, even when I have my doubts.
But I'm also inspired by a thought communicated to me by a dear friend before she passed on -- your pain is your pain -- and it doesn't matter how it compares to others' pain. Because it doesn't compare. It just is. So acknowledge it, don't minimize it. And you will get through it.
And the difference was, my pain would heal and I would go on. Her pain was part of a death sentence. Yet she was right.
Blowing My Cover or Why I Try Not to Complain *Too* Much in my Life
So.........I'm fortunate enough to be leaving on Thursday to make yet another trip to the beloved city from which I moved to the midwestern city where I now live. Yet...there's a downside. And the downside is my beloved auntie and my breaking heart. When I say the word fortunate...I mean that every time I see her, I fear it will be the last. And yet she goes on & on...and probably shouldn't. She's in her 80's now and it's hard to believe that just a few short years ago, she was bopping around like the rest of us. Maybe a tad slower...but doing really well. And she's been going downhill...fast. Auntie is in a nursing home now...unaware of her surroundings and usually not knowing anyone who can even bear to visit. Do any of us really like nursing homes? I think not. And this is a damn fine one...she's very lucky. But still. It's been less than a year since the last time that I saw her and I have been told by my cousins to expect the absolute worst...and then add some on. She cries out all of the time...and practically sleeps on the floor so she won't fall.
The following is a synopsis of her life story:
She survived the Holocaust. I have to mention that first.
She lost nearly her entire family except for 2 brothers.
She survived Auschwitz and Bergen-Belsen (total of 3 years).
After the war (when she was released), she met my uncle who had lost his entire family except for his sister. He had been in camps that were closed to where auntie had been held.
My uncle's sister and husband had settled in the western city where she now lives and my aunt & uncle moved to be near them.
They settled down, my uncle opened a grocery store & they had 2 daughters.
They never spoke of the war.
During the riots of the late 1960's, my uncle's store was bombed by African American people who did not like Jews. However, they never realized that they were BOTH minorities and he loved all people.
He rebuilt the store.
It was burned again.
That was just too much.
He had a heart attack and died at 40 something.
My auntie went back to work...at a large department store as a seamstress. She ended up running the department but had to sell her home.
Four years later, her youngest daughter (my cousin) was suffering from depression and a drug problem. She shot herself in the head. She was 25, I believe.
That leaves auntie and the oldest daughter.
The oldest daughter married an African American man and moved to another western state. She had 2 sons and an abusive husband.
Daughter gets divorced and moves to a southern state to give her children roots that would be similar to her ex-husband.
Auntie remarries a lovely man after being alone for about 12 years. He and his wife were friends of auntie and my uncle. His wife had died.They had a few good years & they did a lot of traveling.
Her second husband dies of cancer.
Daughter moves to Africa after her boys are grown.
And meets another man.
And marries him to get him into the US.
Daughter moves to Colorado with that man.
And she gets sick.
But she does nothing.
And ends up having non-Hodgkins lymphoma. Which was diagnosed too late .And she died. At about age 52...maybe 6 years ago.
So now auntie has lost 2 children and 2 husbands.And she carries on. I don't know how she did it..but she did. She took water ballet and swimming lessons and volunteered with the Jewish (that's how she would put it) and was NEVER HOME.
Until she broke her hip.
And sold her house.
And moved into a semi-assisted living facility.
And broke her hip in another place.
And then found out she had cancer.
And got all better.
And she started getting depressed, couldn't get out of it and ended up with advanced dementia. This was a slow process...but the outcome was what it is.
I mean...really...can you blame her?
And we think we have problems? Oy.
Sometimes life just sucks...for no reason at all.
Idiot Land
Okay, so this is related to wackos...but how about an "Idiot of the Day" award (or week or whatever...).
Admittedly, I often name myself the idiot of the day, but ya know if you can't laugh at yourself, you're in deep you-know-what.
Just tossing it out there.
I have a Whacko!!
OMG!! I have a whacko out-laws!! Okay, I can't name names, but we were out of town this past weekend for a major event for my DIL. One, her parents didn't even show up the first day for one of the ceremonies, but us being the good in-laws, we did. The second day was the major graduation ceremony. This was a major deal in her life and thank goodness her parents did show up. She looked amazing and we were so proud of her. Flash took her father off to the side and said, Well, what do you think? Her father turned to him and said, "She looks HOT!" OMG!! Who says that about their own daughter? Flash thought he would say something like, I'm so proud of her or doesn't she look great. She's lost so much weight, or something, but THAT? It just gave me the shivers!!! Flash, just quickly walked away and shook his head. He didn't know what to say after that. Luckily, we don't have to associate with them much at all. Also, after us trying to figure out if they were going to have some sort of special graduation dinner for her, nothing really came about. We all showed up at a restaurant and Flash and I noticed that at the end, my DIL had to pay for her own meal!! They told us about where they were eating about halfway through their meal so we just ate some appetizers and paid our bill, but we thought for sure her own parents would pay for her meal. We took her out the night before for lunch and dinner and, of course, paid for everything. Too bizarre and WHACKED OUT!!
My Wacko is my Mother In Law
.............and I didn't even talk to her. But her child (who I happen to be married to) has been Mr. PMS all weekend long. It was delightful. Thank goodness he is at work today & I am at peace.
Wacko of the Week?
Isn't it amazing how just when you think everything is humming along nicely -- you know, your work is getting done, your business is making progress, you're feeling content & enriched by your relationships with your family, your friends -- you feel like its all good -- and someone invades your perfect little space.
I mean, you're real comfortable with the path you're on (excuse the 'new age' lingo, but it is what it is...). You're coping with your mood swings, or not getting stressed by everyone else's ups & downs. Okay, the birds are chirping and life is pretty rosy.
Enter the wacko! Totally unpredictable. I mean, surprise! You think you're doing something nice, and it WHACKS you in the head.
Maybe it comes back to the them vs. us. You know who you are.
Go on -- name your wacko!