*Shakes Her Head*

[ravan]

OK, the Drama(tm) started on note_to_asshat has now taken a truly ridiculous turn. Some wanker started note_to_elorie. Now, it could have been a member of childfree. Some people there are that immature. Or it could have been a sock puppet of elorie herself, just to claim some sort of victory - but I doubt it - she's not that clever.

But really, giving her that much attention?? Silly.

EDIT: Oh, and in her little crowdown on note_to_asshat, she is "allowing" comments, but screening them and deleting the ones that score a zinger on her. What a chickenshit - only shit that agrees with her is allowed, in a rant community. While I can understand it in a personal journal, and fully support it there, it's rather de classe in a community. What a pathetic waste, but what I've come to expect of fluffybunnies like her.

Comments

Gma's stuff

[jemyl.livejournal.com]

I remember that Gma had you girls put your name on the back of the coin thingies that she got for you. When I find them, I will distribute. I may also pick out some of her jewelry that I think either of you might like etc. and send it when I get to it. Boo has said that she doesn't want any of Gma's clothes, foolishly I think since there are some nice ones in her size, particularly nice jackets etc. I know that neither of you want anything and that is refreshing. The same is true for Boo and family. It is a couple of the neighbors and friends that are being so vulturish, under the guise of helping me of course. I give them the benefit of the doubt, but it still tends to tick me off a bit. I think that is why I am hesitating to ask anyone to help me sort. Some people seem to think help sort means take what you want and I don't think that way.

As for the Asshat group, she did let me join. She may not understand that all of the childfree people are not like the teenyboppers that spew on there without much logic. I don't and never did put you in that class. I agree with you about running kids, and, most of the time, about taking screaming ones outside. I always did with you two, even as teenagers. LOL (Denny's and Jeans and night I will never forget) I know that I was not a perfect parent. To be such is absolutely impossible. I do believe that I must have done a few things right since both you and Boo turned out to be pretty cool women and very independent women who are not limited by gender. That was one of the things I most wanted to do, to make sure my "girls" could use a hammer as well as a soup ladle and a sanding block as well as knitting needles or a crochet hook and a sewing machine. I also worked to make sure you both played at least one musical instrument and learned an appreciation for music and could sing too. I also tried to encourage both of you to write and draw and to love to read. Those things started before you were one year old for both of you. (You should see how many scotch taped college texts your dad and I used as a result of your early attempts to "read" books!) The only thing I would, maybe, do differently would be to tell you both how much I loved you and thought you both were beautiful a bit more often. In my elderly wisdom I have learned that a person cannot possibly yell and scream and stay angry when they are being hugged and told that they are loved and beautiful. (Hell, if it worked to change Bill's attitude it will work with anyone!)
Love ya!

Re: Gma's stuff

[ravan.livejournal.com]

What I have from Grandma is memories. Anything else is just a symbol of the memories, IMO.

When friends of mine would talk about what they'd get when their parents died it would sort of, well, bother me. Family isn't just some people to inherit from. Besides, why in the hell should your parents feel obligated to accumulate wealth just to give it to you when they die?

I agree with you about running kids, and, most of the time, about taking screaming ones outside. I always did with you two, even as teenagers.

Yep, whether it was the grocery store or restaurants. "Do you want/need to go outside?" worked, because it wasn't an empty threat. Chris and I were perfectly capable of being absolute fricking brats, but we weren't allowed to get away with it in public.