<p>You were so sure your daughter was going to be salutatorian last year, yet she wasn’t. The school doesn’t rank past sal, so now you go around telling anyone who will listen that she was 3rd, almost 2nd, even though there is no confirmation of that. Guess what? She wasn’t 3rd either. Anyone who pays attention knows the athletic diirector submits the list of scholar athletes in rank order, anyone who knows how the school works knows they pick the top 3 for the Byrd application. Your daughter wasn’t picked. I feel sorry for the true #3, since you keep claiming her spot for your D. I feel sorrier for you, that you keep having to trumpet this story of being #3. Those who know better think you are kind of pathetic.</p>
<p>Where is it???</p>
<p>Please quit sending me your alarmist, right-wing e-mail crap.</p>
<p>This would be one reason I’m ignoring your Facebook friend requests. :D</p>
<p>Dear sis: so you think Mom “needs a change” for Christmas? Did you ever think of suggesting she come to your house before now? When it’s too late to get a kennel for two dogs? When it’s too late for me to request vacation so I could actually go somewhere for once? I’m sick of my plans having to be dictated by yours.</p>
<p>This uti had me on the sofa, rolled up in a fetal position all day today and you wouldn’t give me a pain pill! I’m not an adict, my regular doctor hasn’t perscribed pain pills for me for three years! Tylonol did not relieve my misery. I told you my pain was 8 and a half. I’m better now but the last 9 hours were hell. The antibiotics working, the tears have stopped. I’ll never allow myself to be seen by a resident doctor again. You answered my distress call telling me to " hang in there". You should be hung.</p>
<p>I love you too much to tell you this, but I am so close to giving up on you. I’ve spent so much time and energy helping you, yet you don’t help yourself. My nerves are shot from worrying. I’m trying to warn you, but you don’t seem to hear. Your next act of self-sabotage will be the last one that affects me; after that, it’s all on you, sink or swim.</p>
<p>Why did you bother taking in not 1, but 2 dogs? You and your family are gone until late in the evening most days, and the poor dogs are left in cages in the garage or tied up in your backyard. They are totally miserable and bark NONSTOP! The only attention they get from your family is to be told “shut UP” when you ARE home.</p>
<p>Do you know why he hates the sports teams at his school? Do you know why he never goes to the games? Because that’s all you talk about. Because you don’t miss the games and don’t miss an opportunity to talk about the games and the athletes ad nauseum. Guess what? He’s involved in band. He’s in the top drumline in the state, and he’s the captain. He gets first place in his solos. He’s plays in several jazz combos and he is good. You don’t know that because you don’t ever ask him about HIS activities. You don’t come to see him. You don’t try to learn anything about what interests him.</p>
<p>We were gone for the band competition for several days. What did you ask him about when he got home? 'Did you hear about the football team. Really? When I pointed out that you never asked about how they did at the competition, your response was, unbelievably, “Well, I told him 4 days ago to let me know how it went.”</p>
<p>Wow. You have missed out on so much. He will be such a better father than you ever have been. Not that you care. And by the way, you were never good at anything in high school. What a loser. What a self-centered, complete loser you are.</p>
<p>I am so excited for Sunday night’s AMA awards to see Adam Lambert perform, and to get his new cd on Monday :)</p>
<p>(Yes I am pathetic and have nothing more important to talk about, but this is the place to say the things you can’t say anywhere else, right? And I can’t say this anywhere in real life without embarrassing myself)</p>
<p>Arrrgh! Dog, no! Leave the skunks alone. Arrrgh!</p>
<p>We have two weeks to get this done right!! Yipee!! Let’s not have another fire drill, please? Pretty please?</p>
<p>Why are so many friends who have been married 20+ years getting divorced? Come on you guys, I’ve known you for 10-20-30-even 40 years; I hate seeing so many friends splitting up :(</p>
<p>I love love LOVE you but I am really ready to have my own life back now. You can’t turn back the clock, and I can’t let you regress. You have to grow up and be on your own.</p>
<p>I am happy you are able to join us for Thanksgiving (even though you kinda invited yourself) with you and your kids. Wait, now you want to bring your dau’s boyfriend and your new, latest boyfriend?? When did he get included? He was never mentioned before, and I hadn’t really offered for any other of the invitees kids to bring boy/girlfriends. I am already up to 24-- this is getting pretty crowded. So ok, I can adjust. But now you aren’t sure if your kids or the daus bf are coming? Can you get me a head count so I can set the table and buy the food?? And can I count on you to bring a vegetable? Everyone else that is coming has confirmed what they are bringing except you. Maybe there is a reason you didn’t have any other plans for Thanksgiving…</p>
<p>I love the holidays so much, but I feel so heartbroken and bittersweet this time of year. I miss you mom and dad, brother and sister, grandma. I remember growing up and our house was so busy with all the preparations, baking, cooking, singing Christmas carols, going to church together, watching holiday movies, lots of family around. Even when I was newly married, mom, I would call you up and get your recipes for some of our family dishes. I have carried on our traditions for our daughter thru the years, but now our holidays are quiet, everyone has either moved away or moved on. I just wish I could get past the past and feel the real joy. I am so thankful and grateful for the family I do have left and our wonderful daughter who is truly a blessing. Pleae continue to watch over us . I hope I was a good daughter. I hope I am as good a parent to my daughter as you were to me and a good and loving wife as you were to dad.</p>
<p>Love and miss you all.</p>
<p>You need to get ready and go to school sooner. I don’t care if you have a test. That is the last time I’m going to drop you there at that parking lot, it’s so crowded. You know I’m not a good driver and especially cranky in the morning, so I’m going to drop you in the same usually drop off place.</p>
<p>Can we please just stop with the drama now? </p>
<p>Co-workers - grow up and act like adults. Do your job and let other people do theirs. </p>
<p>D - either get back together with him or dump him for good. You told him the on-again-off-again thing doesn’t work for you - so stick to your guns. </p>
<p>ED College - please say yes, and please say it at on your website at 6 am the morning decisions are supposed to be announced. I don’t want to spend all day checking your website every 15 minutes to see if it’s up yet.</p>
<p>milkandsugar, your post made me cry. But thank you for inspiring me to write this: My father died on Thanksgiving Day 25 years ago this week. It was his favorite day of the year. I am thankful that my mother, very frail, with dementia, and in a wheelchair, can go to my brother’s house again for Thanksgiving again. I miss my father’s fabulous cooking. I miss my mother’s outstanding turkey gravy. I miss my other siblings (well, two-thirds of them). I miss having people with us who couldn’t go home for Thanksgiving–or who found Thanksgiving with our family so much more fun. I miss the table all set with the gleaming family special-occasion china and my great-grandmother’s turkey platter. I miss the smell of turkey in my own house, and this year I vow to roast one after the actual day, just because. But I am truly grateful for the love and presence of my own husband and son–and for my brother, too, for doing the in-law balancing act with my sister-in-law’s huge family, and for making it a lovely day. And yes, I am making my mother’s cranberry sauce (chunky, with oranges and pecans) even though people always find it curious. I hope my father is still concocting wonderful stuffing in heaven.</p>
<p>Good God, when are you going to act like an adult? You’re 55 years old; grow up already!</p>
<p>To person 1 -
Seriously, what gives you the right to be an obnoxious prat? You have absolutely NO right to call me whitewashed or tell me that I don’t have “my culture.” FYI, I have the highest grade in this class and you’re still struggling to read and write the language after three months of school. That, and I don’t do anything in there. Plus, you don’t know what my culture is. I was born and raised here. Just because I don’t need the extra credit doesn’t mean you can make me feel like crap.</p>
<p>to person 2 -
Yeah, I don’t want to be an engineer or a doctor. Sorry if I want to go to my dream school and major in journalism. TOUGH. Sorry if I don’t want to be rich and miserable like you, stuck in a suburb filled with snotty jerks, and sorry if I don’t think money is everything. Sorry if I get out into the job market and you can’t brag to your stupid, status-conscious, immature colleagues about how “successful” I am in an “acceptable” job with an “acceptable” salary so that you can use me as a pawn for workplace politics. <sarcasm> That’s what your other kid is for, duh. </sarcasm> Just because I don’t get a full ride to a top-notch school doesn’t mean that you can’t pay for it. It just means that YOU’RE CHEAP. I actually felt GUILTY about applying to expensive colleges because of you, and now I realize how petty, selfish, discouraging, and mean-spirited you truly are. I hope I get into my dream school so I can shove the acceptance letter in your face and laugh. Oh, better yet, I also hope I get into the gap year program so I can DEFER MY ADMISSION (cue ominous music) to actually do something that doesn’t involve me making oodles and oodles of money or something that you can brag about. By the way, I do intend on going to college, but I’m certainly not going to live my life based on YOUR narrow-minded crap.</p>