My mother NEVER remembered my name when yelling at me. She went through the list of sibs before she got to me.
Step-mom did this with step-sis and I. We are both named Jennifer. It was the funniest thing to watch. I mean, she had one name and still missed it.
Today was traumatic, but it's a tough stretch for the next few months too.
Thanks Hec. It's good to know that I am not expected to Miraculous!BounceBack and be okay.
And the massive suck? Today was the best of several days to come. The divorce and DxH moving, especially at the same time, are rough, they really really are.
But there is also the Big Bad that I can't even bring myself to talk about here yet. Best case scenario, the worst will be over by Tuesday. Worst case scenario, I'll know that by Tuesday too.
Where're the JZ pics? And what was the eyebrow product? And cherry cola hair??? I want to ship myself off to Plei and Jilli and be prettified. I am not going to JZ as I fear you, Hec, would not think my shortish hair is short enough and it is really really short (for me) now.
beth, you are welcome to come sit with me anytime. That was just the nicest thing to read. Thank you.
I am a glittered too. I had squirreled ferretted
[Why the burying mammal verbs got to be so hard to spell?]
hidden away a chunk of bath bomb for use in emergency. This was it.
Nora, much ~ma to your sister. It sounds like just a little time of her own will be good for her.
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Terrible Admission: When I posted that I might be going dark grey because of really bad personal things, I wanted to say that I didn't want or need a lot of punctuation.
I lied -- to me.
Because being here and being able to tell you all (at least most of) what is going on has made this bearable and I am so damn grateful. I can just
be
here and that means everything to me, especially right now. The support, advice and just general hand-holding is holding me together and letting me see a light at the end of the road, to mix and match my metaphors.
I might have thought I didn't want punctuation and any attention at all, but I have reread the last couple of days too many times to not realize that it has meant the world to me.
Thank you.
I might have thought I didn't want punctuation and any attention at, all but I have reread the last couple of days too many times to think that it hasn't meant the world to me.
Please take advantage of us. As for punctuation you can have all my tildes. I don't think I'll need them back for a week.
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It's sort of like the joke in Holy Grail. You feel like you've just been brought out and tossed on the pile of black death corpses. But you'll get better. "I'm not dead yet!" is a useful concept right now.
Man, I've been busy.
All floors are are treble-shampooed or mopped. All the wood in my hallway and dining room is polished. Tomorrow - after the spa day and the personal shopper and the glayvin, with (I suspect) the film crew, I will need to
1. clean the bathroom (a matter of about three minutes, so no big).
2. Dust the living room and sunporch (ditto)
3. Put furniture covers on things (maybe eight minutes).
4. Straighten up kitchen (maybe eight minutes).
5. Get my pantry prepped for the Colouring of the Hair (maybe fifteen minutes).
6. Relax with Betsy and 'dre and Nic and order pizza.
7. Try to snatch about four hours sleep, which means, conking at 11 or a bit before, because Graham will be getting here three-ish.
8. Dude.
Early Show.
My daughter rocks.
Cass, as has been said? There's not only comfort, there's good advice and bracing support and the example of some of us who have come through breakups that should have (and nearly did) either kill us or ruin the rest of our lives, and yet, here we are, alive, breathing, and doing pretty damned well.
So definitely make use of us. David is quite right.
I want to see pictures of JZ looking super fabulous!
There are two of us and I'm the oldest and Mom always had a habit of starting out with my brother's name first.
It's sort of like the joke in Holy Grail. You feel like you've just been brought out and tossed on the pile of black death corpses. But you'll get better. "I'm not dead yet!" is a useful concept right now.
Maybe I'll get better?
t /Jane Espenson
All your tildes are belong to me... (just for the week, til you need them back.)
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8. Dude.
Uh huh.
Early Show.
Yep.
My daughter rocks.
She truly does.
And I am set to record it all.
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So definitely make use of us.
I am. Shamelessly in fact. Thank you.
Cass, I know I've said this, but I'm driven to repeat it, because I genuinely believe it: feeling the crap now is way, way way way better than going into a fugue state.
That's what I did. I spent age 15 to age almost not quite 22 in an on-again off-again complicated by his marriage to Lynda-aka-Dolly state of jealous intense incandescent love relationship. All I wanted was for the entire world, including his drunken deranged needy faithless wife and the musicians who made up his career, to piss off and disappear. Instead, I ended it and made a deal with myself, apparently, to feel nothing because I was afraid it would kill me.
I remember nothing at all between January and late October of 1976. Nothing. Real live fugue state. It's now 28 years later and the blocked memories have become monsters, and I'm bleeding over it.
Better to feel it now. Really. Much better.
What Deb said.
I need help. I need someone to tell me I really have a very good excuse to buy this dress. Any takers?
I need someone to tell me I really have a very good excuse to buy this dress.
You're alive, and female?
Truth to tell, I was almost lost forever looking at the sweater next to it. I loves it, I do.
