Kat, hanging on by a thread.
Dude, I just completed something else on my to do list (email). Today is rocking.
Sweetie, we're crooks. If everything were right, we'd be in jail.
Wash ,'Serenity'
Natter 31 But Looks 29
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
msbelle - Jan 20, 2005 6:05:14 am PST #8535 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
§ ita § - Jan 20, 2005 6:05:44 am PST #8536 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
she got a lot of dirty looks from people who assumed he was her son
Because that would make it okay to look at her like crap.
Some people.
The most annoying was the "lesbian relationship" between my sister and I. It's true between the cigars and the short hair in unnatural colours and the sitting astride chairs and swigging beer from the bottle some stereotypes might have been tripped in the Jamaican brain, but still. Why smile and nod knowingly when we identify ourselves as kin?
Gudanov - Jan 20, 2005 6:07:07 am PST #8537 of 10002
Coding and Sleeping
My Mom has been mistaken for my girlfriend or sister many a time.
P.M. Marc - Jan 20, 2005 6:08:25 am PST #8538 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Wrod. I've taken to sleeping in the tub or in the papasan. The tub is a little better because a) buoyancy and b) no cat, but I worry about sliding under the water. Which I shouldn't, because I'm pretty well wedged in there. But I do recommend at least a lukewarm soak to help with the sleeping.
I don't actually sleep in the tub, but I do like it for ache relief. Sadly, it's just deep enough that I can't really get out of it by myself, so I can't take baths when home alone.
Raquel, what's your due date? I can't recall.
sarameg - Jan 20, 2005 6:10:11 am PST #8539 of 10002
When I was nannying (at 21/22) it was assumed a couple of times that I was mother to the kids. Including one 11 year old who looked...11. Really didn't know how to take that.
Kat - Jan 20, 2005 6:13:08 am PST #8540 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Go you! You totally rock, msbelle.
Me, I've got nuthin'. though I have stuff to do. But I am uninspired.
Jesse - Jan 20, 2005 6:14:56 am PST #8541 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Fun and games with confused people....
1) I had someone yell "LESBOS!" out of a truck when I was kissing my mom good bye on the street, when I was in high school.
2) I've gotten what I call "sad face" from way too many strangers while babysitting when I was a teenager. Dude. You never heard of babysitting?
3) One time, out to dinner with a family friend (parents' age), I could totally tell that people at nearby tables were trying to figure out what the deal was. It made me laugh.
msbelle - Jan 20, 2005 6:14:58 am PST #8542 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
I (20/21) was assumed to be the mother of the children (18 months - 2.5 years) I was nannying all the time, makes sense, but I only got dirty looks while out in the Hamptons and I think taht had more to do with my unstylish dress than my age.
Weirder was people assuming that at 19/20 I was the mother of the 12 year old African American girl that I was a Big Sister for through Big Brother/Big Sister. She found that HI-larious.
Kat - Jan 20, 2005 6:22:53 am PST #8543 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
I find that HI-larious too, msbelle.
People are strange.
JenP - Jan 20, 2005 6:24:23 am PST #8544 of 10002
My nephews were often assumed to be my kids when I was out alone with them, which was only a little weird, because I looked older than I was. But I was always quick to correct any assumptions. I think I was only 15 when the oldest one was born.
But my sister, who is 11 years older than I am, looks a lot younger than she is. People just don't know what to make of us. When she was getting married and we went looking for dresses and such, more than half the time, people thought I was the bride-to-be. I was fourteen (or, geez, maybe thirteen? They were married a while before the first kid was born) and not trying for older. Then I was all flattered. Now, I'm just... yech.