say to the above, Oh, hell the fuck yeah.

Goodness, you sure have that in spades right now, don't you?

Parents. Sheesh!

It would be so much easier if we were all hatched from eggs wrapped up in $100 bills.

Actually, the really unfortunate thing is that the girl who my mother most remembers as being mean to me in elementary school now works with my cousin. Weirdly, she was fine to me in high school, so I sort of forgave her-- I think she was trying to get in with the in crowd-- and could be perfectly pleasant were I to meet her. My mother, on the other hand, would probably rip her to shreds. Which, on one hand, I sort of appreciate... it must be horrible to listen to your child's tales of being treated poorly... but on the other hand... it was almost 30 years ago!

Coming from the mother's perspective, I think I can understand why mothers would remember childhood slights better and hold onto them longer.

The CNN story recently amused me to no end. I really am becoming my mother.

Hah. My mother remembers a few things about my elementary school that I only vaguely remember, but would like to forget. More about my teachers than other children, though. Since that was the adult vs. adult shit that I didn't really know about at the time.

I'd rather she remember some of the stuff that I remember HER doing to me, that she's like "I did that? Really?" and I'm like "Yeah, it's written right here in my diary, "Mom said today that if I don't get straight A's she will ground me for six weeks and beat me"" [or whatever, it was something worse than that, and really fairly unfortunate and threatening over something fairly minor]

(This came up when I was last home because I found a diary from like, second grade, and was like "Who was this teacher?" and mom went off about her...and then I was like "Yeah, but apparently YOU were threatening to....")

{{{{{Steph}}}}}

It would be so much easier if we were all hatched from eggs wrapped up in $100 bills.

I'm an advocate of spontaneous generation.

My mother has never let go of any perceived slight, including the many that were created entirely in her own brain. My mother's translation of the world:

"You don't need to bring anything to the party" = "She thinks she's a better cook than I am."

"I have a good recipe for chocolate pie." = "She thinks she's a better cook than I am."

"My friend showed me how to make this hospital corner in a sheet" = "You think I do everything wrong."

Anything I've ever said I liked that someone else does = "You think I do everything wrong."

She has a mind like a steel trap, and she never lets any of those mice go.

You know what? It's not. For most of my life, I would have thought so. But however I came by this hard-won mental health, I don't actually think that my mom thinking I'm prettier than she is is a plus. Because I don't think it's a competition. Anymore.

Oh fine, be all evolved and emotionally secure and shit. I'm going to sit here and snigger a bit.

Wow, Ginger, you just gave me flashbacks to my ex-MiL.

I'm going to sit here and snigger a bit.

At least *I'm* not 62 years old!

....wait. Wrong person.

Sorry, sorry. Carry on.

How to make your own ruby slippers: [link] Two methods.