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, Bandana.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on August 29, 2006 at 1:18 PM
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Who knows, Troosha ...
Though I sure hope I never find out.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on August 29, 2006 at 1:17 PM
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Unfortunately, Fiona, yes (she does).
posted by
Mademoiselle
on August 29, 2006 at 1:16 PM
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Tanga, it's an advanced class, actually.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on August 29, 2006 at 1:15 PM
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Clearly, Corbin.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on August 29, 2006 at 1:15 PM
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Perhaps my being so sick will help, Ben.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on August 29, 2006 at 1:15 PM
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I guess she just doesn't like being portrayed in an accurate light, Passion.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on August 29, 2006 at 1:14 PM
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hey hey hey~
posted by
bandanafish
on August 28, 2006 at 6:47 PM
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How true - the acceptable and unacceptable thing, that is
Not just from a Mother's pespective but any loved one of a blogger..... wassup with that anyway?
posted by
Troosha
on August 28, 2006 at 8:02 AM
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What mother doesn't know won't hurt her - does
she read your blogs?
posted by
fionajean
on August 28, 2006 at 7:34 AM
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Negotiations 101??
posted by
Tanga
on August 28, 2006 at 5:26 AM
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Your negotiating skills re reaping huge gains..........
posted by
Corbin_Dallas
on August 28, 2006 at 5:03 AM
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I'm sure you can get around that condition somehow. You must have done a great job in making your house sparkle. You've done so well to get 20 clicks.
(B)
posted by
A-and-B
on August 27, 2006 at 2:48 PM
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Fourcats...what would have been fair is to rotate the chore duties.
posted by
Passionflower
on August 27, 2006 at 1:19 PM
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Your mother should trust you more.
You're very intelligent and not at all the type of person who would write X-rated or objectionable material. I don't see why your mother is so distrustful of you. Perhaps SHE was a bit promiscuous (or whatever) when she was your age, so now she believes you'll do what she did.
This is usually the reason parents act this way.
posted by
Passionflower
on August 27, 2006 at 1:18 PM
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I used to suspect my father shared that very same "gift", fourcats ...
Though, in hindsight, he probably just needed a hearing aid.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on August 27, 2006 at 12:06 PM
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that was my one chore as a little kid - to clean the bathrooms. i can't
tell you how sad it made me. my sisters got to mow the lawn, riding on a rider mower (i could do it, just never given the chore) or clean the pool, lolling about in the sunshine, or do gardening, refreshing the soil, transplanting trees from the woods,creating life as it were and seeing the progress of it's growth. for me it was two bathrooms a week, two sinks, two shower/tubs, two toilets. oh, and fourcats, don't forget to do the porcelain base of the toilet and around the pipes at the back and the mirror and the toothbrush holder and the soapdish and the........
i literally cried a few times and begged to be allowed to do something else but that was my chore. my mother's gift was not in hearing what others had to say.
posted by
fourcats
on August 27, 2006 at 9:11 AM
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I guess I'll have to ask her, Rcky ...
She'd probably want me to, like, clean the bathrooms, though.
And, that ain't happening!
posted by
Mademoiselle
on August 27, 2006 at 8:45 AM
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I actually took "Fisherman's Friend" lozenges the last time I was really sick, fourcats (on my doctor's recommendation).
They really worked wonders ... but God, are they nasty.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on August 27, 2006 at 8:43 AM
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Hey Madame..if you spend all your time cleaning today too will your
mom then lighten up? You know..let's make a deal! LOL
posted by
RckyMtnActivist
on August 27, 2006 at 8:38 AM
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perhaps some 'fisherman's friend' lozenges for her throat......you know, to
help with the swallowing...
and how can you not see the igloos? especially the one in the middle, it's so obvious! so you know ther're eskimos hiding in there somewhere.
posted by
fourcats
on August 27, 2006 at 8:34 AM
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Hopefully, things will improve once the school year begins, and I go stay with my aunt ...
Of course, she is twice as strict as my mother ... so, actually, that won't really help at all.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on August 27, 2006 at 7:53 AM
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Actually, Mason, she was cool with the bush ...
However, there are some things about my grandmother, Michelle and my mother herself that I am absolutely dying to post.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on August 27, 2006 at 7:49 AM
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Yes, SuccessWarrior, it is rather confining.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on August 27, 2006 at 7:48 AM
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For real, markng ...
She's totally killing me!
You have no idea how frustrating this is!
posted by
Mademoiselle
on August 27, 2006 at 7:47 AM
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She didn't like the scary bush blog?!?! ...
posted by
MasonGarrett
on August 27, 2006 at 7:46 AM
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Thank you, Bandana ...
P.S. I dig you every day.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on August 27, 2006 at 7:45 AM
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I spent part of my Saturday reorganizing my office
I feel your pain. It's kind of short list about what you can write.
posted by
SuccessWarrior
on August 27, 2006 at 7:43 AM
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where is your basic rights...
... freedom of self expression!? Tell us where you live and we'll send an army in to instill some democracy. :D
posted by
markng
on August 27, 2006 at 7:37 AM
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I really dig you today.
I keep on going back to your double post. It's so funny (sorry, can't think of anything clever to describe it... maybe hauntingly beautiful.)
posted by
bandanafish
on August 27, 2006 at 7:23 AM
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