Tom, although I knew I probably felt anger at my parents, I had a horrible time accessing it-plus I was a total ACOA and it was my job to understand them, rather than be angry, you know? I was saved by my dreams--I had a long series of dreams where (spoiler-fonted for violence)
I killed, stabbed, and otherwise attacked them, culminating in one where I beheaded my mother and when her head STILL wouldn't stop talking, I shot it into space from a cannon.
Kinda hard to ignore.
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Scrappy, your subconscious was on the job!
Amy, I had the same problem as you wrt "she's sick so I can't blame her" until I was in my late 20s and realized, "asshole ain't a disease". I haven't spoken with her since.
What's a frosted orange?
It's like an orange milkshake, except I don't think there's ice cream in there.
there's frosting?
can't decided if that idea grosses me out or needs to be consumed post haste.
I was in my late 20s and realized, "asshole ain't a disease". I haven't spoken with her since.
That's hard. My mom was chronically, physically ill, though.
No frosting, but I think the name comes from the fact that a lighter color rises to the top, so it looks frosted.
Is it different from an Orange Julius? I've tried that. I don't usually like creamy tastes mixed with orange flavour (orange creamsicles are just wrong--I used to drink my orange juice all before or all after my cereal to minimize the flavour overlap) but that was good.
Orange Julius will make me laugh forever because at some point, possibly before I was born, my mother thought that the special thing there was orange juice with hot dogs IN IT. And thought that for a long time before actually saying it to anyone! OMG it makes me laugh.