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Archive for January, 2009
You’ve got to be kidding me.
Jan 31st
I was sitting here this morning having (McDonald’s) breakfast with Ginnie and opened Facebook. There among the fish and flower and cause requests was a friend suggestion. About my sister.
My sister who hasn’t spoken to me in years and I don’t know why. My sister tends to slam the door on people who piss her off, without ever actually telling them why. Years ago she called me begging to take her kid because she couldn’t handle her anymore. I did. I had Brittany for a couple of happy years and I did my damndest to not trash her stupid mother for choosing a man over her own daughter. (He’s a complete ass, BTW) Miss B eventually went back to her mother and Beth hasn’t really spoken to me since. When I flew to Florida for my Father’s open-heart surgery, we were all in the same waiting room for 10 hours and she never spoke to me or looked at me. Not even when I asked her point-blank what her problem was. Whatever.
Not that we were ever close. There have been maybe 3 years in our entire lives that we could be considered friends. We fought like badgers growning up and I’ve pretty much scorned every life decision she’s ever made – and there were some doozies. Maybe she just can’t handle my honesty when I think she’s making another mistake. Look in a mirror lady, you don’t need me to point out what you’re doing wrong.
Whatever. It took me a while to figure out it was a “friend suggestion” from my cousin Jackie, rather than Beth actually asking to be friends. I’ll pass, Jackie. If she wants to suddenly be friends, let’s leave that up to her to ask. Which leads me to wonder what Jackie’s up to. Was that click not thought out at all, or does she think a stupid friend request on Facebook will change years of alienation? Hot nardly.
Edited: Cousin Jackie has informed me she didn’t realize how bad the situation was and had only clicked the connection link without really thinking about it, knowing Beth was new to Facebook and wouldn’t know anyone. I’m not and was never pisssed at Jackie.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
Jan 31st
I was sitting here this morning having (McDonald’s) breakfast with Ginnie and opened Facebook. There among the fish and flower and cause requests was a friend suggestion. About my sister.
My sister who hasn’t spoken to me in years and I don’t know why. My sister tends to slam the door on people who piss her off, without ever actually telling them why. Years ago she called me begging to take her kid because she couldn’t handle her anymore. I did. I had Brittany for a couple of happy years and I did my damndest to not trash her stupid mother for choosing a man over her own daughter. (He’s a complete ass, BTW) Miss B eventually went back to her mother and Beth hasn’t really spoken to me since. When I flew to Florida for my Father’s open-heart surgery, we were all in the same waiting room for 10 hours and she never spoke to me or looked at me. Not even when I asked her point-blank what her problem was. Whatever.
Not that we were ever close. There have been maybe 3 years in our entire lives that we could be considered friends. We fought like badgers growning up and I’ve pretty much scorned every life decision she’s ever made – and there were some doozies. Maybe she just can’t handle my honesty when I think she’s making another mistake. Look in a mirror lady, you don’t need me to point out what you’re doing wrong.
Whatever. It took me a while to figure out it was a “friend suggestion” from my cousin Jackie, rather than Beth actually asking to be friends. I’ll pass, Jackie. If she wants to suddenly be friends, let’s leave that up to her to ask. Which leads me to wonder what Jackie’s up to. Was that click not thought out at all, or does she think a stupid friend request on Facebook will change years of alienation? Hot nardly.
Edited: Cousin Jackie has informed me she didn’t realize how bad the situation was and had only clicked the connection link without really thinking about it, knowing Beth was new to Facebook and wouldn’t know anyone. I’m not and was never pisssed at Jackie.
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Parenting 101
Jan 29th
This is a class I could never teach. I barely remember my own as babies and all the 101 little things one might want to pass onto the next generation. When Kira was born ThatGirl kept asking me stuff and I’m like, fuggedaboutdit. Every once in a while a memory will pop up, maybe triggered by a specific situation, maybe some synapsis fires at just the right moment, whatever.
I’ve an LJ friend who just had a baby and I’ll admit here that I’d been barely scanning her later pregnancy posts. And I probably haven’t been reading her newer ones all that carefully either.
My bad completely. But nothing personal, I’ve barely been reading anyone’s.
Somehow I got into the habit of scanning everyone’s paragraphs unless something really catches my attention. For the last month I’ve been busy transferring stuff from my PC to this laptop, figuring out wordpress (where I’m completely over my head) for my new site, going out a LOT, etc. I just wasn’t taking the proper time for keeping up online. I apologize.
But geeze people, the one post I did read she was talking about using lotion with honey in it for her breastfeeding chapping (I imagine chapping is what she meant, I never breastfed) and I mentioned that infants shouldn’t have honey and she should double check if that includes lotion and people got snappish. I wasn’t in her face, or assuming she was an idiot or anything. How the fuck am I supposed to know what, as a first-time single parent with an apparently crappy family, she already knows. There’s SO MUCH a new parent needs to know! So for-fucking-give me for bring it up.
I should shut up. I should never politely mention something is potentially harmful. Maybe I should just crawl back under my rock.
Or.
I’ll keep saying whatever pops into my head on the off-chance it could help someone. Cuz, you know, I have managed to get to 47 and raise three fairly healthy kids. There’s a lot of experience in my brain even if I can’t access it like I usetacould. And if I speak out of turn you can either ignore me or understand I said it with love.
Cuz if I didn’t care, I’d be making fun of your mistakes instead of trying to help. I like making fun of people. Would you rather be on that list? I’m very careful not to make fun of my friends, but just about everyone else is fair game. Cuz I’m pretty sure people are out there making fun of me.
