Ugh, I need to remember never to initiate conversations with my mother. They always end up being about Why I'm Not Dating Jews. Also, I've had the realization that my mother takes my life choices as a personal insult to her and her parenting, which is no fun at all.
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
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.
my mother takes my life choices as a personal insult to her and her parenting
Yup. Yup yup yup.
"That's not how I raised you."
Yup.
JZ, did your singing lessons include ear training work?
I... runs to Wikipedia
runs back
... no. Just reading about it gives me a sort of math anxiety-esque strangle-chested gaspiness.
Ugh, I need to remember never to initiate conversations with my mother. They always end up being about Why I'm Not Dating Jews. Also, I've had the realization that my mother takes my life choices as a personal insult to her and her parenting, which is no fun at all.
Ah, our mothers are comparing notes, I see.
PC - your mom wants you to date Jews? Very progressive of her.
Ahhh. I just ate a salad. My body wanted that.
Proteins and carbs are all well and good but it was nice to throw some leafy greens into my maw.
I'd suggest they exchange numbers to lament their childrens' choices to not y'all, but then it occurred to me that could be very very bad...
...that little girl I entertained on the plane the other night? Had a jewish mother of the Archetype. When girl asked how old I was, and if I had kids, her mother made a point to tell me I had plenty of time, as she'd had said child at 44. Um, ok, thanks lady? It was funny at the time.
Oh, wow, the thought of having a child at that age, which is to say, my age now, is exhausting. Not that I physically can, and not that I wouldn't do it if I were of a certain mind (which I am not, which worked out), but... EXHAUSTING!! Had a ball playing with my grand-niece yesterday and this morning, though. So glad to have that opportunity.
a baby, now? at almost 41? HELL TO THE NO. Not for me.
I have a terrible sense of age. I put the mom at my age (36.)
Anyway...I hauled Noah and Gracie outside to play on TG day during the prep, and did what all lazyass aunties do: stood around and made THEM chase the balls and return them to me! In truth, I really was trying to wear them out a bit (they were amped and fractious) but also? Me, LAZY. I didn't feel like racing all over the yard.
Imagine my amusement hours later, checking fb and readinf that just before I independently decided to take them out to run around? K was wishing they would do so. I ain't a parent, but I have a bit of child radar...