Buffy ,'Chosen'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
"No, she gave birth the woman I was. I gave birth to the woman I am."
Actual mothers will probably disagree with my revelation. It's a small thing, but mine own. Whatever happens, I can cope.
Not this actual mother, connie. Mine actually didn't give me birth, but even if she had, coming to the realization you just did is all that enables me to care for her with any sort of equilibrium at all.
That 'Prairie Muffin' site had me literally screaming in rage at a couple of points. What really bugs me is that some of the points do seem to be okay and come from a Biblical standpoint, but the others come solely from a cultural standpoint. That's the sort of shit that confuses people, yo.
My one bit of comfort is that the first thing I thought of when I saw the term 'Prairie Muffin' in Betsy's post was 'cowpie.' (xpost, of course)
Actual mothers will probably disagree with my revelation
Nope. But I'm still terrified of becoming a mother to an adult. Without that perspective, I don't disagree at all.
As a daughter with a fucked up mother, all I can say is WROD.
Oh, I'm sorry, was that unkind and prejudiced of me? Tough. I'm tired of being the nice and pleasant and tolerant and accepting one.
You have no idea how often that sort of thought runs through my head.
The PM mainfesto doesn't bother me, exactly. It's very "some people juggle geese" to me (and thanks to juliana for the phrase -- what's it from?) I couldn't live that way, but if you're so inclined, it sounds like a peaceful and gentle life.
I always thought the term "humanism," in that context, means something like putting man above God, which is not what humanism means to me on a daily basis.
No fucking way I'm clicking the Prairie Muffin. Uh huh. I need my head intact and not 'splodey.
ignoring all the scary Prairie Muffin talk
No, she gave birth the woman I was. I gave birth to the woman I am
I like this a lot. I get along with my mom, but I still like this muchly.
"There were geese. They were juggled." It's a Wash quote from Firefly.
Actual mothers will probably disagree with my revelation.
Not me. I birth 'em, they raise themselves with outside guidance by me. The whole point of the exercise is to give them the tools to become themselves.
Oh, I found out where we picked up our virus. The lady running our Romper Room class informed me that all three of her kids were getting over a "vomiting stomach virus" from last week. D'OH!
I'm putting Owen in a bubble. He can come out when he's 16.