Okay, so I'm not going to look the most related, but this is my backup dress. Haven't decided on shoes.
Natter 70: Hookers and Blow
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Our house is unbearably hot right now, but it's our house and every family member is in it.
My parents, who were here this week, had the worst trip ever through no fault of their own or my own. And I barely got to spend time with my dad who is in a steep funk and decline. But they got to see the kids which is what matters.
Dad is bad off. He loses the car in the parking lot. I'm trying not to resent the fact that my parents travel everywhere with a shit dog, because it's my dad's fave companion of late.
Grace responded to antibios and is home a day early than I thought she would be. This AM when the nurse mentioned putting in a PICC line, I actually had to leave the hospital and walk to Coffee Bean 8 blocks away because I was pretty outraged and upset. Luckily she was wrong and Grace is asleep in bed. I have to give her some amoxycillin, but not quite yet.
In a less amusing overheard conversation, I heard the following at the local convenience store: "Dude, tell him to never stop playing football. He doesn't want to play baseball and for sure not basketball. Those are no sports for a white man." My neighborhood, ladies and gentlemen.
"Dude, tell him to never stop playing football. He doesn't want to play baseball and for sure not basketball. Those are no sports for a white man."
I don't know where he's getting his information because Football is a black dominated sport in California and Baseball is mostly whities.
Yeah, that's some seriously sports ignorant racism.
Well, BYU football is dominated by nice local boys with some Polynesians and the rare imported black kid.
Not a hotbed of larger world knowledge, the town I live in.
I need to be up at 4 am to leave by 5 to get to a television interview by 6. I am not a morning person.
Kat, I'm glad you and Grace are home.
Cashmere,
but you are a STAR!
Besides me, and Hec, are there other divorced parents with younger kids? (Suzi?)
I am a good mom and I know that. But every time my kids come back from being with Joe, they talk non stop about how much they miss him and how much more fun he is and how they like him better. They say it in a nice way but it really hurts. Even worse, I know that it makes me disengage from them, even though I try not to. Why do they do that? It worries me a lot. I'm sure there is some reason for it but I can't see it. Sometimes I just want to quit making rules and buy them the crap they are always asking for and that daddy always buys them.