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....")
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.
How to make your own ruby slippers
Step 1: Fling your ranch-style house into the air...
Step 1: Fling your ranch-style house into the air...
I learned the other day that The Wizard of Oz once prompted a summary for the TV Guide thus: "Transported to a surreal landscape, a young girl kills the first woman she meets and then teams up with three complete strangers to kill again."
