tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120696498216284839.post9158267448470027585..comments2023-06-25T08:14:09.233-04:00Comments on Champagne and Chocolates: "Your Mother is crazy!"Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16862784896982818464noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120696498216284839.post-82741468268921393482007-01-28T14:42:00.000-05:002007-01-28T14:42:00.000-05:00Didn't you like CottonEase? You may already know,...Didn't you like CottonEase? You may already know, but it's back.<br /><br />http://cache.lionbrand.com/yarns/newcottonease.html<br /><br />Nice colors, too.needlefingershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02645148278797004642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120696498216284839.post-31145752257907215692007-01-28T12:51:00.000-05:002007-01-28T12:51:00.000-05:00My father does that, but projects them onto me. H...My father does that, but projects them onto me. He was the inspiration for all those "worst case scenario" things that came out a few years ago. I grew up knowing every single story about women who stepped into her car and had someone lying underneath waiting to cut her achilles tendon. I tell him my calcium levels are low (because, apparently, I'm an idiot) and he starts talking about the permanent damage. He tells me he's fine with me being here alone if Oscar's out, but is convinced someone is going to break in and be waiting for me when Oscar is locked in his bedroom. It's really a wonder I ever leave the house for anything other than calcium supplements.<br /><br />And enjoy Murphy's popularity. My parents' puppy Jackie had the neighborhood kids coming over to ask if she could come out and play (they have an invisible fence). Then one of those kids got a puppy, and Jackie would sit just inside the fenceline and just gaze wistfully at them, wondering why the fugsalt they were playing with that puppy and not her....Amiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06902177995467607477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120696498216284839.post-61186290003676772222007-01-28T10:06:00.000-05:002007-01-28T10:06:00.000-05:00So true, Sue. But she really works herself up unt...So true, Sue. But she really works herself up until she believes these things. And yes, Bess, that first weekend in May is looking better and better to me! I'll have to clue in <i>Jefe</i> that this is non-negotiable. 6 days sounds good. :-)Catherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16862784896982818464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120696498216284839.post-39541638484527840152007-01-28T09:11:00.000-05:002007-01-28T09:11:00.000-05:00All that behavior gets her attention she craves. A...All that behavior gets her attention she craves. After all, if there were no dramatic scenes, what would there be?Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09641412845416537768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120696498216284839.post-37262053751238607322007-01-28T07:53:00.000-05:002007-01-28T07:53:00.000-05:00Well sweets. I hope you explained to el Jeffe abou...Well sweets. I hope you explained to el Jeffe about the first weekend in May. How it is sacrosanct. Inviolable. 6 days off straddling the weekend. No compromise. Turn OFF your cell phone. Tell the kids you’re incommunicado. The firemen will put out the fire and Cousin C will soothe your mom. You can take her out for the weekend as recompense. And maybe buy her some gorgeous silk crochet yarn or something equally sinful. Because you need a break.<br /><br />Says the lady who's parents compete over who can be More Sick.Besshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11901307312357888855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120696498216284839.post-87797389305544632362007-01-27T21:30:00.000-05:002007-01-27T21:30:00.000-05:00my second ex-husband was certain that the world wa...my second ex-husband was certain that the world was out to get him. probably still is (dont' know, have no contact with him, and since he gave up his parental rights, i don't have to!). you just have to deal with it as it is, since you can't divorce her.<br /><br />as far as the grumpy old lady, at least you didn't accuse kids of scratching up your driveway with plastic wheels on rollerblades. the lady across from where i used to live actually called the police on the kids in the neighborhood. we called her the cow lady (as in "she's having a cow again"). she eventually had a stroke and had to go to a nursing home (imagine that)dragon knitterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15876200889552460658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9120696498216284839.post-54544766319049154672007-01-27T19:18:00.000-05:002007-01-27T19:18:00.000-05:00"C also confirms my theory that my mother LOVES to..."C also confirms my theory that my mother LOVES to be the way she is, she gets genuinely worked up and upset, I don't mean to imply that she is faking it, but she goes far out of her way to find things to be worked up about. Unless you have spent quality time with someone with this mental quirk you can't imagine how exhausting and stressful it is for her audience."<br /><br />YES, I can imagine. Distance is critical for your sanity. Is she also competitive with you?<br /><br />Funny how you say no one would believe it. Sometimes I have a hard time believing it because people who suffer from this need for drama can also be quite charming and loving when they are not in the grip of whatever mental beast is residing within.<br /><br />No answers here. But you do have a right to live your own life, C.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com