Typicala��a��.mother looks hot, child look a mess. I am so tired of seeing my sisters in over the top, so obvious it's a weave hair styles. Oct 29, 2009 - 12:00 pm. COCO. Some of you really need to stop all your own self hate. ...When asking the mother if we were on the right road, she started naming all the small towns that would follow in the next 40 miles :) Her daughter came to Harry & Ivana's bicycle trip Across the Americas. ... We entered Nicaragua yesterday and have been helped & escorted & fed & greeted by Nicaraguans. Great place. 2 days ago; We have survived El Slvador unscathed. Now cycling across the hot rolling desert-like hills of Honduras! No sign of political problems. ...Mother and Daughter SBL. Materials used on this page: "Wild Saffron" double-sided cardstock from K & Co. 8x8 Marcella Ancestry Scrap pad by K & Co. Anna Griffin "Flora Collection" Journal tag. Clearn sentiment from Sticko by EK Success ... Autumn leaves. Wind. A smile on my husband's face. Newly shined shoes. Getting my hands in garden dirt. Finding bargains. Fresh bread with butter and honey. Hot chocolate. Any kind of chocolate. Lower-than usual energy bills. ...Has anyone thought about WHY did the mother pay the boys to have sex with her daughter? Don't mind the title picture of hot 2D girl. The daughter is probably fat or otherwise ugly and didn't have any friends before this ... promotion ...When the woman told the man she was her mother, the caller responded: a�?Oh, hot lady lives with foxy momma!a�? Said the girl's mother: a�?I told him the hot lady you are referring to is 9-years-old.a�? The caller then hung up, she said. ... Tannenbaum was the classroom mother last year for the fourth grade, which included her daughter and the alleged victim. This year she was replaced. You may have lost your spot as Classroom Mother, but you've earned a shot at the SEB Dumb Ass ...Remeber whitney houston's daughter! she was a chubby one for a hot minute! just give her time! KIDS NEED LOVE! this comment is sooooo off base. the kid isnt being being loved if their mother doesnt waste money on high end designer ...Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft.. the mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. ... The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the ...My wife (who died four years ago from a car crash) and I had our daughter when we were still both 18. Now she is 14 (me 33). I have been an insomniac since conception (my mother can vouch for that), and now take heavy duty sleeping pills to ... The problem is... Two weeks ago around 4am I woke up after having a dream that I had my penis stuck inside a hot tube that was sucking the life out of me. When I opened my eyes, my daughter was lying at my knees sucking my penis. ...The additional attack made it sound like she wouldn't accept her mother's love, and it was as painful and effective as if he had seared her with a hot branding iron that said "Terrible Daughter." Ever since she had gone away to Tokyo ...The study examined 10 sets of mother-daughter pairs aged 15 to 90 to measure changes in the aging female face, and found that volume loss in the lower eyelid began when women were in their mid-30s and progressed steadily through life. .... I also uploaded my hot photos on Uniformedmingle.com under the name of Military89757.. It's the largest and best club for seeking Army, Navy, Marines, Air Force, Police Force, and the admirers of those who wear the uniform. ...
right.. so its four o'clock in the morning and i have just been told by my mother that i can either live with my dad or i can be put in a foster home. i would move in with my dad but the only problem is that my 18yr brother is living in the only extra room that my dad has. my dad also has plans to move out of state wich i would not feel comfortable with seeing how i have friends and a boyfriend here. now my boyfriends mother is perfectly willing to clear out an extra room for me. she already has treated me like her daughter for 6 months. im just wondering if that will all hold up in court.
i probably shouldn't be living with my mother anyways seeing as how she has no central a/c or heating so its really cold in the winter (and iv had to buy my own blankets) and really hot in the summer ( i have a box fan for my room.. but its not much help) the house is also infested with fleas because she insists on letting her cat out when it wants to go out. she rarely buys food because she eats at work and when she does she usually tells me not to eat it; that its for her or a meeting she's going to. once upon a time i was woken up at 2:30 am (when she gets up for work) and slapped across the face because i had neglected to finish washing the dishes (there were 4 left in the sink) i had a mark across my nose for about a month. .
im not over exaggerating any of this. its all true, but the question is: will i be able to live with my boyfriend mother?
Right now I am here to clarify this whole thing about women, I am a 23 year old young man and I do have a beautiful daughter and I have a beautiful mother and I have lost my grandmother who is also a beautiful women as well.
Anyway im gonna speak on this whole women topic thing. Just like a bich a women can be a bich and just like a hoe a women ca be a hoe but at the same time she is still a women. Every women bleed whatever time a month that is and every women bich when they bleeding. Every women get hot and every women got hormones and I just recently found out that every women wants to be a little hoe at some point in her time. But I guess they try to keep that on the low, and the ones that dona��t let that feeling overpower them and they become hoes.
See I understand this whole women bich hoe thing perfectly. Its not that I studied or I did research on women, nope nope nope nothing like that. Its just that this whole thing is so simple to me.
You women you are beautiful, you are a necessity, you are sometimes everything But when a man is a real man a women is only a cater to that person, a help to that person, a distribute to that person, a contribute to that person. And that person happens to be that man.
So mommy put them shoes on, house shoes mind you and cook a meal, and if time gets hard cook crack. If times get hard hit that strip for your daddy, your daddy being your man
Because at all times a real women wants to see a real man. And that brings me back to saying that a real man makes a real women just help to him. And a real women is going to try her best to be that most helpful person.
So in conclusion if you dona��t like what I just said then maybe you aint a real man and maybe you aint a real women. But if you feel me and you can relate then men get your gear hop in your coupe drop the top and do your thing.
A women offered to care for the eight-year-old daughter of a neighbour...
...who were going away for the weekend. On the Saturday morning, she made breakfast, laying a generous helping of bacon and eggs in front of the child. "Mummy always serves hot pancakes for breakfast," said the eight-year-old.
So Mary, very eager to oblige, hurried into the kitchen and quickly prepared a plate of hot pancakes, which she laid in front of the girl. "No, thank you," she said.
"But I thought you said your mother always has hot pancakes for breakfast!" said Mary in surprise.
"She does," said the child. "But I don't eat them."
My daughter has just turned one and we were slowly swiching her from formula to whole milk (like 1/2 and 1/2 in a bottle). However, Im a moron and left my formula at my mother's house an hours drive away, and everything is closed now. So our morning bottle is gonna be all milk tomorrow (shes had no problem with the milk so far, so I think she'll be fine, and she likes it :) But, she hates cold drinks. So far ive just been making the formula too hot and adding the cold milk, give it a shake and it ends up warm.
Can I warm a bottle of whole milk in the microwave?
she is 7 months old and her mother who is 19 gives in to whatever she wants..if the milk is too cold or too hot she wont take it..if she doesnt want to sleep in the crib.they let her sleep in their bed..the baby wont take the bottle with a certain nipple, it has to be a certain kind for her to take the bottle.also her shows..she HAS to watch spongebob and yo gabba gabba..or if shes not watching those programs..her mom and dad also young, 21 , freaks out..i mean am i over my head or is this normal? also the mom lets the baby chew on frozen waffles when shes teething b/c she doesnt like the chewing toys and also gives her whatever she wants to chew on ..like the car keys even if tis gross
In the beginning it was just my mom, my little sis rose, and me walking inside a mall and enjoying our time as mother and daughters. It wasna��t until we got home, I noticed what my mom was really trying to do. She was saying good bye to me and rose for good because she was leaving rose and me with my aunt, Jean hathaway. My aunt, Jean, was the most funniest person to live with.
a�?Dona��t worrya�? she said to me a�? I will still be able to see you once things are settled, and when I move out.a�?
a�? like thata��ll happena�? I replied a�? I mean you say youa��ll see me, but youa��ll just leave me with aunty; you always do!a�?
All my mom did was sigh and retreat outside to talk to my aunt and she said something that worried my aunt more than it should have. I was capable of maintaining a stable life with or with out my mom and ever since my dad died I was perfectly able to take care of me and my little sister, Rose. oh, I guess I never introduced my little sis, Rose. Rose has always been a supporter, and she was not your regular student; rose was a genius. Rose had a way of persuading people to do what she said even though it was also hard on her for loosing our dad in that car crash. After that, Rose was silent for a very long time, but soon enough she went out of her shell and started to communicate with some of her old friends who excepted her back with open arms. Many things changed after our fateful father a�?dieda�? in a mysterious car crash with me and my sister inside with him two years ago. They could not identify if the body was even our dad or any one else, and since I had amnesia, I was useless.
a�? come on Leah lets hit the rode before we hit the traffica�? called our aunt from the car taking me out of my reverie.
a�?sure, Ia��m coming aunty Jeana�? I yelled back
If only I could remember what happened things would not have happened, I would be at school playing volley ball with me friends Ally and sam. Let me explain that, since I cana��t remember who was with me in the car besides my little sis, they decided it had to be my father because he never came back home even though they found a burned body that couldna��t be identified, so they pronounced him dead. I had to stay with my mom; now my mom does not want to deal with me and she tried to take Rose away from me, but Rose would not allow to be away from me for one second. Next thing I knew Rose was with me going to my aunts house in Denalli.
a�? youa��re going to like Denalli, girls.a�? my aunt said to me and Rose. a�? ita��s hot and therea��s sometimes rain there.a�?
a�?greata�? I muttered a�? maybe there will be more time to spend in doors than out side.a�?
my aunt then never spoke out for the whole ride there towards her home town. We were now in Denalli and it was the most muggiest place I have seen. It looks like my aunt had her weather wrong about Denalli; she was never into watching the news these days anyway, and she would always say that watching the news were for boring people. As we drove into the drive through, I saw three pale boys playing basketball on a drive way. Once I got out of the car, the boys suddenly stopped playing their game. They were staring at me and my little sis and then resumed their game; all of them played except for one of the boys, who was looking at me; more like observing me with his eyes. Next thing I knew he turned his head when I looked at him. Was it me he was looking at? or was he looking at the car? My aunt owned a beautiful red toyota that was always shiny. Maybe he was looking at the car and i just interpreted wrong? I wanted to be sure what he was looking at, so I turned my head again. Once I did, the boy turned his head quickly again. hmm this was interesting.
a�? Aunty Jean, who are those boys?a�? I asked
a�? Oh, those boys go to the school I teach at.a�? she replied.
a�? whoa��s the one observing them, the one that stopped playing with them?a�? I asked another question.
a�? Oh, that Dimitriusa�? she replied. a�? hea��s the captain of the basket ball team, and those boys that I told you go to your new school are all part of the basketball team and his brothers.a�? so the mystery boys name is dimitrius?
a�? why?a�? she asked curiously a�? do you want me to introduce you to them?a�?
a�?What!a�? I almost nearly yelled. I would be too embarrassed to interrupt their game just to say hi to me! a�? No, ita��s okay I just wanted to know the neighbors thats alla�?
a�? Dona��t be ridiculous Leaha�? she said a�? Ia��ll introduce you. Oh boooooooys! can you be dears and come over here for a second and help me!a�? she yelled across from the road. They all looked up and ran across the street, including, Dimitrius, the one who was staring at something I didna��t know.
a�?Hey Ms. hathaway.a�? they all said in unison. a�? Did you need some thing?a�?
a�? Well..... I do.a�? she said a�? can you introduce yourselves to my two nieces and help with some of the heavy equipment? they will be living with me from know on and I want them to know everyone in Denallia�?
a�?Surea�? said one of them, he was really
I've been going steady with my girlfriend, Britney for the last three or four weeks and so far so good, but then I met her mom... Best I explain, though be warned, it's a long story;
My girlfriend Britney is a beautiful African American girl with a stocky build and who's taller than me. She has black hair done up in several random braids and has a voice of an angel.
On a sunny and hot Saturday (we live in CA, by the way), Britney took me over to her house -- she has a backdoor pool, so we were gonna go have a deep in it to beat the heat. She brought me into her house and went upstairs to get dressed in her swim wear. As she did, she told me to go meet her mother outside. I thought that was a good idea -- it's polite to meet and get to know your girlfriend's parents, right?
When I went outside to meet Britney's mother (she's not married), I was greeted by some dance music (can't remember the song) and well...
My girlfriend's mother was...freaking...HOT!! She had well toned brown skin, black braided hair done up into a large ponytail, pretty damn busty and had a massive round bottom with a large butterfly tattoo on the right butt cheek. And judging by her slightly bulged muscles on her arms and legs, she must have worked out a lot. Also, she was pretty damn tall (Nearly six feet, I've pondered).
Britney's mother was standing next to an outdoor lounge chair, wearing a purple bikini and holding and rubbing tanning oil onto her skin. When she saw me, she smiled and introduced herself and vice versa. Then this was when things got a little awkward. Britney's mom was really nice, REALLY nice, if you catch my draft. She came up to me and said that is was so wonderful that her daughter had found a "hot studmuffin" like me and tapped me on the chest with the tip of her long slender finger (though I pretty well-built). She then walked around me and wrapped her arms around me over my shoulders, saying how a "big strong muscle man" was perfect for her daughter. Then she let go and kissed me hard on the cheek.
As I prayed for Britney to come out the backdoor to break the awkward moment, her mother then looked back at me and asked me if I wouldn't mind rubbing the rest of the tanning oil on her back (she says she has trouble getting all of it on). And nervously I agreed. Britney's mother got down on the lounge chair and I proceeded in rubbing the oil onto her upper and lower back. Whilst I did so, she commented on how I had such "strong and soft hands" with a wink. Then (thank God) Britney came downstairs just as I had finished, wearing her hotpink bikini and ready to dip in the pool. She was glad to hear her mother had taken such a "liking" to me and we spent a good long time in the pool while the mother sunbathed.
After we got out, Britney's mother ordered us a Pizza Hut and whilst we were eating, she sat strangely close to me, telling me all about their family and such. It turns out that Britney's mother is a model ("who knew?") and that she received the tattoo on her big butt only a few weeks ago. The way she looked at me when she talked made my forehead sweat like water down a mountains side, especially when she asked what I thought of her butt tattoo. I said I liked it and she replied with a smile, "I thought you would."
Finally, I left home in a cab. I gave Britney a kiss and hug goodbye and Britney's mother told me to "be sure to come around often" with a wink and a big wet kiss on the cheek. Britney left just before I went out the door, leaving me with her mom for the last moment who - I ain't lying here - spanked my butt just as I went out the door, saying, "See ya later, stud."
So that's the story. Okay, come on, I am really starting to think my GF's Mom is hitting on me. I mean, I guess there's very nice/polite/sweet, but in this case, it really seemed she was flirting. She looked pretty young as well for a mother, let me tell ya.
What do you guys think? Was she just being really nice or was this more than just friendly behaviour...? And if so, what the hell do I do?
My baby is 5 months old now and I HATE leaving her with anyone. It's gotten a little better the last couple of months. I'll let my mom watch her for a full day, but I'll only allow other family members (including my in-laws) to watch her for a couple of hours because I worry constantly.
My husband is angry because I don't want to leave her with his mother. I realize that I have feelings of animosity and ultra-protectiveness due to the fact the my MIL believes that I don't know how to raise a child and thinks that she has superior rights to my baby, but I think that my concerns are warranted. My main concerns are:
*She does not have anything for a baby--no toys, blankets, supplies, or place for her to sleep. I can understand everything to a degree except the lack of crib or play pen to sleep in.
*She also doesn't seem to understand basic safety precautions like don't let a baby sleep next to the edge of a bed because they can roll off ("she's too young to roll") or don't hold/cough on a baby when your sick ("germs are good for an immune system").
*She tries to experience everything with her when she watches her, which means my baby comes home very cranky and over stimulated. They also don't let her go to sleep most of the time. This also means that my daughter is getting bathed in a sink that is full of food and dirt.
*Her house is not very clean. I worry about my baby rolling over into dog vomit or picking up straw wrappers on the ground or pulling a box on top of her.
*They don't listen to me and have really strange ideas about raising a child. For example, they feel guilty if they eat dinner and the baby doesn't, so they feed her. Doesn't matter if she doesn't need to eat for another 2 hours. My child will eat until she throws up, which she has a couple of times. (I don't starve my child. She lets me know when she really is hungry, but if you give her an option to eat, she will if she's hungry or not.) They also strip all of her clothes off of her because I dress her too hot. She has on pants and a t-shirt most days (exactly what I wear everyday) because her arms and legs pick up drafts so easily.
I don't deprive my in-laws of seeing my daughter. They see her at least a couple times of week for 3-4 hours with me and my husband present (the same amount of time that she sees my parents). They have also watched her a couple of time by themselves for an hour or two while my husband and I go out. I hate to leave her there, but I can convince myself that it'll be okay for an hour. My husband's problem is that I won't let her stay their all day and I use his parents as a last resort.
I can't do it. It makes me sick with panic to think about it. The fear is only getting worse as my daughter gets older and more mobile. My husband says I'm irrational, and he's very angry right now. He says his mom raised three kids just fine and that it has been his dream in life to provide his mother with a grandchild. We've talked and talked about this and neither one of us can agree with the other. Any suggestions? Or am I being overprotective and crazy?
Envy "[Envy] has the ugliness of a trapped rat that has gnawed its own foot in its effort to escape." - Angus Wilson
Name: Lana Waters
Sinner: Mommy
Sin Detail:
Spring 1986 - Gawky middle-schooler and future mother Crystal Waters requests permission to attend a weekend-long chaperoned outing with friends to see devil-pop super-group Tears for Fears on their "Songs From the Big Chair" world tour as it passes through nearby Atlanta, Georgia. Soundly reprimanded for unholy interests by her decent, Reagan-voting mother and father, Crystal is expressly forbidden to attend the concert, ordered instead to spend the weekend in quiet contemplation of her wayward thinking. Monday finds Crystal's friend and would-be concert-mate Carol-Jean McCarthy swathed in the cheap cotton of an over-sized Tears for Fears t-shirt, which an unrepentant Crystal will covet with white-hot passion for the entire 11 months the shirt remains in Miss McCarthy's garment rotation.
Punishment: Right arm of second-born daughter (Lana)
Do you want to take a chance like this woman did? shouldn't we all repent now while we still can? OH EM GEE!!!
Let's see how many people have a sense of humor here.
One person so far understands what satire is. LOL Unreal. Is humor really lost on the religious?
This is really sad. 2 People in 10 understand it's a joke and satire. This was taken from a joke website. And look at how serious and personal you all take it.
What do you think of the beginning of this story you can be as critical as you like i dont mind i also wanna no if i should keep writing this story.
thanx in advance
I dona��t know why this all happened to me, all I know is that it happened for a reason.
As I sit at the back if the classroom staring out the window I hear the moaning voice of my teacher and the chuckling of my classmates. No doubt they are laughing at me, the loner girl with the boring, untamed brown hair and cloudy, grey eyes.
I wonder what they are laughing at this time, is it the fact that I spilt cordial on my uniform or because I walked into the boya��s bathroom or maybe it was because I tripped on the bus and landed on a really hot boys lap. Either way they are laughing at me.
My teacher is going to ask me a question soon I just know it, it's just another way to embarrass me.
"Maddi Cower" says my teacher.
"Yes miss" I reply in a timid voice.
Just at that moment there is a crackle from the loud speaker.
"Madi Cower please report to the principala��s office" there is silence and then the voice returns "immediately"
I am dismissed from the classroom, as I walk to the door all eyes are on me.
It is a quick walk to the office, just down the hallway and turn left. But every step I take my legs get more wobbly.
When I get to the office I slowly knock on the brown, fading door Mrs. Meaner opens the door. As I face her I see all the expressions on her face. But these expressions arena��t her usual ones her face is filled with sorrow and her wrinkled features droop.
a�?You can take a seata�? she says as she gestures to an old, brown seat sitting behind her desk.
I follow her instructions.
a�?So...a�? she starts a�?How are you?a�?
My answer is simple a�?Gooda�?
a�?Thata��s good, now the reason I brought you here. Well I just got a call from your father and...a�? I see her fiddling; she cana��t look me straight in the eye. a�?And there has been an accidenta�?
a�?What is it serious, is he hurt?a�? all the possible scenarios race through my mind.
a�?Actually it was your muma�? her voice is softer now as if she is sneaking around and doesna��t want to be heard a�?Anda�? I know whata��s coming because she walks around the desk and kneels next to me. She softly places her hand on mine; it is cool against my burning skin. a�?She didna��t survivea�? my heart is beating at a hundred miles and hour, I sink down into the soft, red cushion of the seat. What now? How is my dad going to look after two daughters all by himself? How will he afford to keep us alive? These questions and many more cloud my head, I cana��t think properly. It finally gets so bad that everything goes black and all I can hear is the echoing of my mother, principle and fathers voice. Even though they are speaking at the same time, every word is clear and every word has a meaning.
I am writing a story through the eyes of for different girls (each from the same dormitory) and this is the start of my story, for the first girl
Taylor
Ominous and looming, scary and ugly a�� thata��s how I would have liked to describe Tasmina��s Ladies College of Melbourne, but I couldna��t. And although I was petrified, and the thought of having to socialise with the famous money earners and millionaires of Australia was enormously daunting, I couldna��t help but let excitement flood through my veins, igniting images in my mind. I would be known if I went to this school. I would be someone, and everyone would want to be that someone. Thata��s how I perceived the school and its students anyway. I have heard about the school numerous times, even in my home town of Perth. It was where the Mayor of Pertha��s daughter attended, and any normal girl dreamt about going there. I just hoped the Sandstone building with its perfect, green hedges lived up to those expectations... I was sure they would.
As I got out of our car, stepping onto the car park and into the schoola��s shadow I said goodbye to those other thoughts that lurked in my mind a�� the ones I would not think about again, the ones that would ruin me and my life if anyone found out about them. They were the thoughts of why I was really at the school, and how I really got here a�� I mean, my immediate family is far from being rich, and my mother was is no right mind to send me somewhere more... practical.
a�?Are you sure youa��re okay?a�? my mum asked me, her tired grey eyes watery as she searched my face a�� I told you, she was in no right mind.
a�?Yes mum, Ia��m sure. You dona��t have to worry, just look after yourself, and call... as long as you dona��t ask if Ia��m ok again.a�? I smiled at her and she did her best attempt to return it, personally I would rather her usual pained face.
With one more hug, I pulled my suitcase out of the car boot and turned my back on my wispy-haired, worried mother. I didna��t want her to know I was worried about her; she had enough to deal with. I breathed a deep sigh again and despite myself, the excitement trickled back, I was now a student at Tasmina��s.
Walking up the gravelled path I kept my eyes on the crowd of students assembled at the front steps. It seemed that the whole school assembled there, or maybe they just had a lot of catch-upa��s to deal with. As I drew closer, finally reaching the group, I could almost smell their riches. Expensive perfumes and hand tailored clothes, not to mention the possible hundreds of dollars curled in their wallets, smacked me in the face and I suddenly felt very aware of my a�?fashionablea�� outfit. I really had tried, and as the Billabong summer dress was the best thing I owned I thought I would have passed as descent. I even had mum straighten my long black hair with the motels iron this morning, but as I looked around at my new class mates I realized I was wrong. Every girl was beautiful, and every girl stayed wrapped in conversation, not noticing me approach. I was a nothing already, and felt my checks flame red.
The sun was burning and hot, but that wasna��t the reason for my sudden flush. I felt angry at myself for letting me think that I was a nothing a�� I had to keep positive and extroverted if I wanted to fit in, if I wanted to leave my old life behind to start anew. I knew I couldna��t show my real, worrying thoughts, and I knew that I couldna��t be shy like I was. I had to be someone totally new, a new Taylor Prichard who, from now on, had no family troubles.
a�?Excuse me there, you new?a�? I whipped around, my heart pumping. Someone had noticed me!
a�?Oh, hi.a�? I couldna��t help but keep the disappointment out of my voice, the teacher scowled.
a�?Follow me, the Principal would like a word,a�? the plump lady beckoned me and I followed, but only after she lowered her voice, saying: a�?Look, I saw your hope a�� bloody waist if you ask me. These girls have high expectations and not many newbiea��s are noticed. So save yourself girl, before youa��re humiliated.a�?
I was shocked. If that woman had of said that to me a few weeks ago I would have nodded and cowered, but after what I have been through, and at the thought of my poor, vulnerable mother a fire flared inside me. I couldna��t be my old self, it would only bring back horrors of my old life, which, as I said minutes ago, I had nothing to do with anymore.
a�?Thanks for your advice, but I am sure I can manage. And anyway,a�? I added, a new inspiration crossing my mind. a�?I am sure you were the ugly one at your school, got a grudge on our kind of people.a�?
Instantly I felt horrible, and I didna��t know what had gotten into me. I was a nice person, really, maybe little sleep deprived, and maybe my thoughts were muddled at the moment, but I was nice.
The woman pretended not to notice but as she took me to the front doors of the school I could see her hurt face reflected in the widow pains. Oh well, I thought to myself. I really cana��t worry about her, not now anyway because I was about to
sorry! couldn't fit the questions, here they are.
1. did you like it?
2. do you think you would be interested to hear the other girls side of the story?
3. IF i ever published (which is only VERY wishful thinking and it wont happen) would it be the sort of thing that is popular?
4. and as I am only fifteen do you have any tips, am i up to my age standard?
funnily enough I have an explanation for both queries.
First off, she does talk badly to the 'teacher' but later apologises. the reason teacher is in brackest, and the reson she did not give Taylor detention is because she does not have authority, she is the prinicpals assistant (which in my story, cant give out detentions.)
Secondly, the fact that the mum didnt go to admin, and to sort out details is because she is on the run an REALLY had to go. (pretty much the main plot of Taylors story, you also find out why.)
The principal asks why the mum isnt there etc, and Taylor has to cover up.
I hope this clears a few things up, and thanks for your answer.
My boyfriend and I are going through a rough patch... I was laid off, and my boyfriend and his father have a company together. The business is going slow, and he has not collected a paycheck in about 3 months. We decided about a few months ago that we should move into my mothers house (she travels a lot with work) so that we could get back onto our feet. When we told his mother about this, she insisted that we move into there guest house, so we did. When we moved in, it was great...we had our own little house, and are saving money like crazy!! Then, the table turned....and his mother became a nightmare along with his sister who is a senior in highschool. At first, his mother, sister and I got along great, but recently it seems like they are out to get me :)
After a few weeks of living there, his mother found clothing of mine that his sister has been taking from a�?our house.a�? The first time I was a little irritated, but thata��s when I told her, if she ever wanted to barrow something just come ask. I guess she took it as if I was mad, and went and told her mom that the only reason she took some clothes was because I barrowed her jeans, so she thought it was ok to just help herself. Well...b4 we moved in, we came over to his rents house for dinner and I had a a�?girl accidenta�? so I asked his mother if I could barrow a pair of jeans, so she let me barrow a pair of jeans that I gave his sister a week ago. The funny part is when she came home she complimented my jeans, and I told her that these are the ones I gave her, and explained to her that her mother loaned them to me b/c of what happened. Anyways... after his sister went and complained to his mother, his mom came down and had long talk with me about how we girls need to stay out of each others closets, so I explained that the jeans her daughters referring to were the ones she loaned to me way back when. But his mother completely just disregarded what I said and gave me a huge lecture on how I need to respect her daughtera��s personal space. Well, to this day she still is coming to a�?our housea�? and taking clothes with out asking.
My boyfriendsa�� mother and sister are very materialistic, and with the family business being slow, you need to learn to be more conservative. Well one night my boyfriend starts venting to me about how the girls are constantly shopping, and how its frustrating because he is not receiving a paycheck. He goes up to the rents house, and ita��s only his sister and his mother there, so he starts talking about the situation with his mom. Next thing I know, I am receiving a tun of text messages saying how I should stay out of the financial part of their family, and how I am using her son for money! First, I have never asked my boyfriend for anything, and I have stuck by his side through him not getting a paycheck...which he is still owed about 8! My boyfriend comes back to a�?our housea�? and is HOT in the head over the situation with his mom and sister talking about me, while he was up there trying to have a a�?business conv.a�? I never responded back to the text messages, and my boyfriend and I were distant from his mom and sister for a few weeks.
When I think things are getting better, just more things come up...and I am about lose it! I am so madly in love with my boyfriend, and even through these hard times our relationship is GREAT!! I am just scared of me breaking down, and me putting a middle finger in the air and walking out...on the best guy in the world!
Every year at Christmas my Father insists on shoving presents into my hand and my family's hands (my kids and husband).
We don't want to go to his house for Christmas because we don't
like his Wife or her adult daughter (and her kids and husband).
They have been married since 1992. We were nice and have
tried with her for years, making an honest and fair effort to get
along with her and like her. But She has done and said things
over the years that make it obviously clear that she never liked
us, never will, and never had any good intentions toward us.
We've been nothing but nice to her and it does not matter. She's
already made up her mind not to like us, no matter what we do.
They built a house right beside Her mother and father on Her
Fathers Land. She has 10 brothers and sisters that come and go
around there also, and their kids and families.
We are not really her family, so she does not care about us.
I also think she is Jealous of us spending time with my Father.
She's rude and hateful to us. She's into some weird things too,
because one holiday, I actually caught Her and Her Daughter
Throwing Salt at my back. I looked up the meaning of it and
found out that means They don't want me there, I am not welcome
there. It makes me mad because I never did anything to them
to deserve it. I was nice and they just decide to not like me
for no reason. I've told my Father about it many times over the years
and its always a "misunderstanding" surely she would never do that.
According to my Father she is Perfect and can do No wrong. He won't hear of negative talk about her or what she does. She acts hateful to us when he is not around, or out of the room.So does her daughter.
It makes me feel weird going to their home for Christmas.
I don't want her feeling like she has to "put up with us" just because
its a holiday. I don't like it. Its so obvious she does not like us.
They have Nothing to do with us the rest of the year. They live only
20 minutes away, so they are close by. My Father is stubborn,
has a big ego, is vain, has a hot bad temper. He won't come to
my House at all. I don't know if he thinks he is too good or what.
At Christmas my Father wants us to come over, eat dinner
about 12:00 or 1:00 in the afternoon, open presents and talk.
It only lasts an hour or two. Then its back home. They live 20 minutes away. Not far. I just feel weird going there. I feel like we put in our
best effort over the years and it just didnt work out. And I want to
give up and not go anymore, before it gets Bad.
She gets worse every year, We are older and I'm getting a quick bad temper. I'm afraid I will be said something to her and get in a family fight. Im sick of being nice and polite to her, while she treats us
like crap, while my Father ignores it, won't listen to us and think
she's perfect. He gets mad at us because of her. And she's the
problem, not us. She's starting to be more hateful and rude to
my kids too. And they are teenagers now and someone will be
said something. My kids are 14,16 and 17 and they don't like her
either. If I go there one more time and Hear from my kids that
she did or said something rude to them, all trouble is going to break loose. Last year she snatched the dessert tray out of my daughters
hands and told her and my son that they could not have it.
Then she turned around and gave it to her own grandkids. I didnt know
about it until I was told later. I just don't want to deal with it anymore.
So this year I'm thinking to Just Not Go anymore.
It Stops here. No more. Christmas should not be like this.
My grandmother is living with them now and she's been calling
begging me all year to come visit. and I won't.
My grandmother will surely be expecting us Christmas.
And she will be surprised to find out, I'm not coming.
She is expecting me for Thanksgiving too, I'm not coming.
I Never told her I would. She just expects it because its a holiday.
But she lived in another State for alot of years and never had
holidays with us anyway, never sent a card, a call or nothing.
So I don't know why she wants to start now. She traveled all over
the US and never visited me, never sent a post card, nothing.
Also my Fathers Wife is managing her check book and bank accounts.I disagree with everything they do over there. So I stay
away and don't bother with it. I get mad. I don't like it, I don't want
to deal with it anymore. I'm done with them. They beg me to come
at Christmas, but have nothing to do with me the rest of the time.
I am Happy where I am, at my own home. I don't need to go over
there and deal with their problems. I don't want to. Starting This Year
I want to start a new tradition of not going there. I definately won't be
there.And they don't even know it yet,because they never talk to me
until the time comes. Its like a Burden lifted off me, great relief.
Am I being a Spoiled Brat? (things don't go my way, so I don't go)
I realize tha
I realize that some people don't have a Father who gives them presents at Christmas and gets upset if they don't show up.
any of these things?
kindergarden
ball
bat
bed
book
boy
bun
can
cake
cap
car
cat
cow
cub
cup
dad
day
dog
doll
dust
fan
feet
girl
gun
hall
hat
hen
jar
kite
man
map
men
mom
pan
pet
pie
pig
pot
rat
son
sun
toe
tub
van
1st Grade
apple
arm
banana
bike
bird
book
chin
clam
class
clover
club
corn
crayon
crow
crown
crowd
crib
desk
dime
dirt
dress
fang
field
flag
flower
fog
game
heat
hill
home
horn
hose
joke
juice
kite
lake
maid
mask
mice
milk
mint
meal
meat
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mother
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name
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road
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snake
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star
step
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stove
straw
string
summer
swing
table
tank
team
tent
test
toes
tree
vest
water
wing
winter
woman
women
2nd Grade
alarm
animal
aunt
bait
balloon
bath
bead
beam
bean
bedroom
boot
bread
brick
brother
camp
chicken
children
crook
deer
dock
doctor
downtown
drum
dust
eye
family
father
fight
flesh
food
frog
goose
grade
grandfather
grandmother
grape
grass
hook
horse
jail
jam
kiss
kitten
light
loaf
lock
lunch
lunchroom
meal
mother
notebook
owl
pail
parent
park
plot
rabbit
rake
robin
sack
sail
scale
sea
sister
soap
song
spark
space
spoon
spot
spy
summer
tiger
toad
town
trail
tramp
tray
trick
trip
uncle
vase
winter
water
week
wheel
wish
wool
yard
zebra
3rd Grade
actor
airplane
airport
army
baseball
beef
birthday
boy
brush
bushes
butter
cast
cave
cent
cherries
cherry
cobweb
coil
cracker
dinner
eggnog
elbow
face
fireman
flavor
gate
glove
glue
goldfish
goose
grain
hair
haircut
hobbies
holiday
hot
jellyfish
ladybug
mailbox
number
oatmeal
pail
pancake
pear
pest
popcorn
queen
quicksand
quiet
quilt
rainstorm
scarecrow
scarf
stream
street
sugar
throne
toothpaste
twig
volleyball
wood
wrench
4th Grade
advice
anger
answer
apple
arithmetic
badge
basket
basketball
battle
beast
beetle
beggar
brain
branch
bubble
bucket
cactus
cannon
cattle
celery
cellar
cloth
coach
coast
crate
cream
daughter
donkey
drug
earthquake
feast
fifth
finger
flock
frame
furniture
geese
ghost
giraffe
governor
honey
hope
hydrant
icicle
income
island
jeans
judge
lace
lamp
lettuce
marble
month
north
ocean
patch
plane
playground
poison
riddle
rifle
scale
seashore
sheet
sidewalk
skate
slave
sleet
smoke
stage
station
thrill
throat
throne
title
toothbrush
turkey
underwear
vacation
vegetable
visitor
voyage
year
5th Grade
able
achieve
acoustics
action
activity
aftermath
afternoon
afterthought
apparel
appliance
beginner
believe
bomb
border
boundary
breakfast
cabbage
cable
calculator
calendar
caption
carpenter
cemetery
channel
circle
creator
creature
education
faucet
feather
friction
fruit
fuel
galley
guide
guitar
health
heart
idea
kitten
laborer
language
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locket
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minister
mitten
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music
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plantation
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pocket
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route
scene
scent
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suit
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thread
treatment
veil
vein
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weather
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wren
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writer
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"Go get ready to eat," Mellisa said to her two children.
Jamie the eldest child began running towards the bathroom. He was quickly followed by his four year old sister, Helen. As they walked into the bathroom Jamie told his sister, "Don't forget to wash your hands or mom won't give you any dessert." His sister looked up at him and just stuck her tounge out at him.
She was the spoiled brat you always hear about. The one that is on the news for throwing such a fit in the grocery store or for kicking the clown at a restaurant. She was a mommy's girl. Very picky with what she wore and ate.
Jamie on the other hand was an outcast in the family. He'd been adopted into the family at the age of five. Now at fourteen years old he didn't really consider himself a family member, but more of a guest. He learned that his opinion didn't count, and that his "mother" was boss.
He walked towards the sink after Helen had dried off her hands and began to rinse his. His mind was racing. They had just moved into a new house and a new neighborhood. He was wondering if he would fit in here. He desperately wanted to make friends. He had a couple close friends at his old home, but he'd never get to see them again... He hated the new house! Hated it with a passion! Hated everything it stood for! The sudden change in lifestyle, the change in his daily routine!
As he turned off the water and grabbed a towel he stood and looked at himself in the mirror. What he saw made him jump. The reflection took a second to mirror his move!
He ran out of the bathroom as quickly as possible! White as a sheet - sure he had seen a ghost or some other paranormal occurrence of some sort!
As he rounded the corner he almost mowed over his stepdad!
"Hey there! Watch where you're going!"
"Sorry dad," Jamie said as he came to a halt.
He loved his "dad more than anything in the world! Perhaps it was because his stepfather was somewhat adopted in Jamies mind too. His stepmom had remarried twice and he found the latest man to be a caring, loving father. Even though neither of the children were his, he still loved them as his own.
Jamie contemplated whether or not to tell Gerald, his dad, about what he saw. He decided against it because, surely his imagination just got away from him. And even if something did happen, who would believe him?
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That night after dinner, Mellisa put her daughter in the bath and went into the kitchen to clean up from supper. Loud screams of delight were heard as Helen played and splashed about.
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An hour had passed and Jamie was happily typing away on the computer while his dad was wrapped up in a mystery novel. Then his mom rushed into the living room.
"Have either one of you seen Helen?" She asked with a worried voice.
"No" came the unanimous reply.
"Wasn't she in the bath?" Gerald asked.
"That's what I thought too!" Said Mellissa.
Everyone began a full scale search for the missing child. They looked everywhere! They started searching in the bedroom and didn't even bother to look outside as he doors were all locked.
After four hours of trying to find Helen a worried mother and a shaken stepdad sat in the living room trying to comfort each other. Mellisa had just got off the phone with the police. it was close to one o' clock in the morning.
Jamie began walking towards the bathroom. Even at a time like this he needed to go to the bathroom. As he drew closer he heard water running. He quickened his pace and reached the door within seconds! He shoved the door open and was hit by a flood of hot steam. He tried to walk through the steam but only made it as far as the sink. He flipped on the lights and heard his sister's voice calling him.
"Jamie..." He looked around but couldn't see his sister. In fact-no water was on either, but the steam was beginning to suffocate him! He kept looking for the origin of the voice but to no avail. Suddenly he looked into the mirror. There he was staring back at himself. Except the reflection wore an evil glare and moved without Jamie Moving a muscle. The reflection moved to show Helen playing in the bathtub, just as she had been five hours ago.
Jamie glanced back at the bathtub, the stem was now gone but there was no Helen sitting in it as the miror showed.
When he looked back at the mirror he screamed! His reflection reached out towards Jamie as if to grab him. His hands magically passed through the boundaries of the reflective glass hanging on the wall and became bones of a skeleton as the reflection pushed them towards Jamie.
"C'mon Jamie. It'll be okay" He heard his sisters sweet voice calling him. The figure from the mirror grabbed jamie and began pulling him back towards the mirror.He opened his mouth to scream, But his voice failed him. The reflection laughed. When h
What's poltergeist? And thanks for pointing out that sentence!
I know it's just an anime, but out of curiousity, let just take a moment and think about it. Will she beat her own son/daughter just like those bad guys (assuming you did something bad)? How strong is the bond between mother and child? In the series, she seems to have pretty hot-temper. :)
First, I don't think she would let her kid knows about her public side-job if she's so protective and want the kid to have a good future.
Second, thanks for pointing out that episode but there was this awkward scene...I guess ya'll know that already. And the way she picked him by the ear and asked, "I'm asking the question here...What do you want?" makes me cringe b/c she's prosthetic n he's blood n flesh (could of ripped his ear out, sheesh!). Motoko Kusanagi = A typical Asian mom :(
Also, implanting a lie-detector in your own son is a bit too much. I mean, come on, there's no privacy. Assuming if the kid just wants to go out with his gf and she just has to get involved? Common, Mommy Motoko, I just want to kiss my gf, it's not your business!
TO: Jordan, there're plenty of real life mothers with that figure, but I doubt you'd have any chance of banging :)
Overall, having an over-expected mom like her is tough...I dont know...
Anyone else want to shred some light? Go on.
Ok we live in China soooo they have a different standard here...the nanny and DH's mother only give our 18 month old daughter very very soft foods and she now won't even open her mouth when she eats! They think BABIES should get baby food but at 18 months (to me) she's no longer a baby! I want her to be able to eat regular foods when we go out or when I cook (when the nanny or his mother isn't there) but she won't eat regular foods. It's mostly just rice soup and soft noodles that she'll eat (they even mush her fruits!)...she's even stopped eating veggies and she used to love veggies when it was only me who was feeding her. She won't eat meat either.
I don't know why they refuse to let her have finger foods or even share foods that we eat but I have to find a way that will help wean her away from the soft boiled foods. I'm at work from 7:30am and come home at 6pm during the week so I miss all of her meals....any suggestions on what foods are good to start her out on?
I tried sandwiches, hot dogs, apple slices, mac' n cheese, chicken nuggets, even french fries with no luck.
Oh she's 18 months and only 20lbs, but she was born at 38 weeks and only 4.5lbs
The hot dogs are cut up, she does eat cookies and cereals when it's not meal time, and I don't over feed on snacks...oh and she has most of her teeth and is not teething.
We don't have a pediatrician since they don't stick with one doctor here in China...you get the first one that is free.
Silly Family
A silly family moved from one village to another. That family takes idiomatic expressions literally. The members of that family are Lisa, the mom; Frank, the dad; Grace, the grandma; Michelle, the daughter; and John, the son. One day a man tried to make friends with the silly family. After 30 minutes the man said a�?I should go home now ita��s raining cats and dogs (raining hard)a�? a�?Dona��t worry cats and dogs, wea��ll save youa�? the family shouted. The dad gets a trampoline and the five went outside. They didna��t find any cats and dogs. a�?They all dieda�? the five said sadly. The next morning, a woman knocked on their door asking if she can borrow a puncher. Frank, the dad, punched her face. The woman told about it to her husband and he got angry. Later on, the husband went to the dada��s house and said angrily a�?Ia��m very hot under the collar (very angry), youa��ll be punished for what you did to my wife and youa��ll face the music (be punished)a�? The dad gets ten candles, a collar, and a radio. The dad lights the ten candles and he places them around near the husband. He places the collar above his head. a�?Ia��m making you hot under the collara�? Frank said. He turns on the radio and he puts his face on the radio. a�?Ia��m doing the punishmenta�? Frank said. a�?Youa��re born yesterday (fooled easily)a�? the husband shouted angrily. a�?Wow! I am? Really? Thata��s very amazing! I grew very fasta�? the dad said in surprise. a�?Just pay me a��2,000 or else Ia��ll tell to the police about what you did to my wifea�? the husband shouted angrily. The dad paid him a��2,000. One day a woman made friends with Lisa. The woman said a�?Madonna is so popular that she set the world on fire (to be very famous)a�?. a�?Thata��s impossible to happen and so shea��s a devil wea��re not on earth, are we? Are we in heaven?a�? Lisa said in surprise. a�?Youa��re stupida�? the woman said and left. The next day, a man made friends with Lisa. The man interviewed her. He asked her this question a�?What do you plan to do in the future?a�? The man was shocked to hear her answer. a�?I plan to go to the sun and live therea�? Lisa answered. a�?Youa��re dumb and youa��re crying for the moon (to hope for something impossible)a�? the man said. Lisa cried and said a�?Moon! Moon!a�?. One day a boy fell in love with Michelle the daughter. He said to Michelle a�?Youa��re very pretty, youa��re the apple of my eye (favourite)a�?. a�?Really, Ia��m a beautiful apple in your eye. Please let me out! And how did I get in here?a�? Michelle said. a�?Ia��ll look for another girlfrienda�? the boy said. One day Grace, the grandma, went outside, then she overheard a neighbour say this a�?The people living in this house (the neighbour is pointing at the silly familya��s house) are a thorn in the flesh (annoying) because theya��re very stupida�? Grace was very surprised when she heard that. a�?Really, wea��re stupid thorns that are half thorn half human and we live in a house and we go to other peoplea��s skin to hurt thema�? Grace said in surprise. a�?Youa��re really very stupida�? the neighbour said. One day it is John the sona��s birthday. One of his friends greeted him Happy Birthday and gave him a present. The gift is a green shirt with an ugly design. a�?I hate green, this shirt is very uglya�? said John. a�?You look a gift horse in the mouth (to criticize something given to you)a�? the friend said. a�?Dona��t talk nonsense! How can a horse fit in your mouth? And you did not give me a horse, you gave me an ugly shirta�? John said annoyingly. One day John went outside to throw papers at a tree. A neighbour saw him and said to the boy a�?Youa��re chasing butterflies (to waste time in worthless activities)a�?. a�?Ia��m not chasing butterflies, Ia��m throwing papers at a tree and I dona��t see any butterflies arounda�? John said. One day Grace the grandma overheard a woman say this to her son. a�?Break a leg (good luck) in the dancing contest and try to bring home the bacon (to win in the contest). a�?Dona��t teach your son to do bad things he will be punished for that and why is a bacon the reward for the winner?a�? Grace said. a�?Youa��re dumba�? the son and her mother said and laughed. One day, Michelle heard the president of their village said this a�?Some people who are chosen by the people here to become Vice President or Treasurer of this village are not doing their job, we should separate the sheep from the goats (to distinguish the good and responsible members of a group from the bad or lazy members)a�?. a�?So those people are sheeps and goats? Amazing!a�? Michelle said. The president laughed at her. One day, Lisa heard a man said this to her wife a�?Ia��m so worried about my son, Ia��ll move heaven and earth (to do everything to make something happen) just to let him walk againa�?. a�?Thata��s impossible to move heaven and earth and that wona��t cure your sona�? Lisa said. The man laughed at her. John heard a woman say this to her son a�?Study hard so when you grow up youa��ll be in a bed of roses (in a comfortable life)a�?. a�?So people who study hard will just lie in a bed of roses, thata��s impossiblea�? J
OK. So my grand mother have a cousin who grand daughter is my age ! so i quest she like my 3rd or fourth cousin ! when i first saw her i taught she was a normal cousin! when we started hanging out to together i got weird signal ! My cousin never treat me like a cousin , she always treat me like the boy next door ! Once we was at a store together when she saw her boyfriend ! She immediately ran the opposite direction ! when i ask her why, she said her boyfriend might beat me up, but i said am your cousin ! Since that day, whenever i am around her i would stare at her body especially because she didn't were that much clothing ! I always say that my cousin and me would be wrong and unthinkable, but that was like 3 year ago !
Now am 17, i still think she look good but she my cousin ! Me, my sister , and my dad was having a conversation about her. My dad said when we were kids my cousin use to like me, My sister said that my uncle try to hook us up ! Apparently my family know we like each other !
Is it wrong to be attracted to your fourth cousin !
I thought it was cute; we had just had dinner over at her parents and her mother was at the kitchen sink, washing dishes, when I came up behind her and put my hands around her waist, nuzzled her neck, and said, "Hello, beautiful.....oh, gosh! I'm sorry Mrs. Applebaum, it's just too easy to get you confused with your daughter!" I think it was a cute thing, to pretend that my wife's mom was still so hot and young looking to be confused with my wife, and her mom just leaned back into me and smiled, sort of grinding against me, but my wife walked in and was pissed right away.
I tried to explain, but all hell broke loose; we left, fighting all the way home, and I have spent the night on the couch. Her dad also threatened to punch me, too, so everything is a mess. What do I do?
I keep my daughter's fingernails pretty short, especially since she just discovered her hands last week... she wants to touch everything! Most of the time she touches her face, and it's left her with some nasty little scratches.
She's only 8 weeks old, so she still hasn't figured it out that she can touch her feet. Therefore her feet don't go anywhere near her head.
My mother in law is freaking out because she thinks my daughter's toenails are "too long". I think they're fine. They're aren't long enough to scratch anyone with, they don't interfere with me getting socks and shoes put on her.
My daughter is a strong sleeper. I can run the vacuum, and move her across the room, she still stays in REM. (Then eventually she'll fall asleep) I take advantage of that time, and I clip her fingernails if they need to be clipped.
I'm only 20, and I never got to play things like barbies, dress up, or "make over" when I was little. lol My parents were pretty strict about that.
Now that I have a baby girl, I want to play with her! I'm not dumb, I know it's way too early to do certain things! I have to admit, when I got her home from the hospital, I painted her toenails sparkly rosy hot pink. Her pediatrician saw it, then immediately knew she was going to be my play toy. He just asked me how I got her to hold still while I was doing it. lol Then told me not to get her ears pierced til she was at least 2 months.
He said I could paint them until she discovers how to put her feet in her mouth.
I'm going to give her a baby manicure sometime soon, should I attempt to clip her toenails? (she'll be asleep when I do this)
I have A lot of stuff going on in my life at the moment, my mum being mentally unwell and my dads alcoholism.
I am a 23 year old single mother and living at home due to my daughters Dad being abusive and into drugs / alcohol.
Lately i have felt like the only thing i want to do is sleep, i wake up in the morning with my daughter and an hour later i just wanna go back to bed and sleep the day away... on the odd occasion my daughter wants to sleep anyway so i get to go back to bed..
When i am awake every tiny little thing annoys the heck outta me!! i get so hot and frustrated at every little thing.. its not fair on my daughter who is a really good kid.
At night time particularly i feel really down and tired even if i have slept half the day..
Im afraid i will go to the Dr's and burst into tears.. i don't even know if i am depressed and scared he will shove it off as stress or something.
However in saying all that.. i still have good days where im quite happy and think on days like this i am over reacting. hypohypochondriac?? i don't know...
Does this sound like depression?
Ok, so the house has better odds due to -0- and -00-.... Giving them an overall advantage.
I was at one of the biggest Casino's in Canada... went to the "high stakes" room... played some blackjack, saw a hot girl so I went over to the roulette table. She was with her mother, and her father was playing a single -0- roulette table.
...Ok so this is where it gets weird, I start talking to her, and I realise her dad's playing and betting quite a bit. He recognizes my hat and the logo.... and that i'm talking to his daughter.. asks me if i play for the team (i play a sport for a living)... and we start talking. He goes, "think I should bet number 27?"... "JR's number (a friend of both of ours i find out), it's gotta be a sure thing" and we both put down $1000 on 27. Wheel spins... 27 wins. We both cash. He goes, "bet it again?", I say no way... it's not going to hit twice, he throws down 2500 or so again on 27.... the number hits again.
Twice in a row just unreal.
He... bet's the number again, his wife splits 27 betting something small, I throw down 15,000 on the opposite colour of the number 27..... I lose 10,000, because 27 hits againnnn. ....three f-ing times in a row.
He bets 27 again, something like 1500.... and this time I throw down $25,000 on the opposite colour... and $25,000 on an even number.............
27... hit's again. I lose, this guy wins.... was ridiculous. WTF happened? Did i witness ...something that's like 1 in a billion?
And to end the story, we all drank afterwards, i lost quite a bit that night but did have sex with his daughter in his hotel room. Was still rattled about how much money i lost on something that was so unreal.
Any comments?
HOW DID THIS HAPPEN...............!? I still don't understand....
I'm asking this since this has come up to my mind how old is too old to let your daughters sleep shirtless?
Well we only have 2 daughters 8 & 10 yrs old and both have there own bedrooms and sometimes sleep at the same bedroom when watching a movie together.When the weather gets hot both of my daughters sleep shirtless.I personally don't see any harm letting them sleep shirtless seeing that there still both comfortable doing that, and letting them just be kids...
Elma sat at the top of her tower, resting her chin against the black bricked fence. Her slender body shook whenever thunder slashed through the sky, interrupting the patter of rain all around her three-legged stool.
After declining inside her blue cloak with fur-trimmed sleeves, she screwed her brown eyes up. Her face expressionless, she examined every corner of the sky, searching for any vivid stars, but thick clouds drifted slowly, coating the heavens with elongated greyiness.
The wooden door of the tower creaked behind her and a small girl walked in.
a�?Dinner is ready mama.a�?
Elma turned with a smile on her face.
a�?And you want to convince me that you prepared it?a�? Elma said, raising a threatening finger. a�?Dona��t forget, I can see both the past and future.a�?
a�?Ok,a�? the short, wet haired girl said, a�?Edwin helped me, but since hea��s an imp he cana��t simply make all the ingredients correct, have you forgotten mama? imps cana��t do math.a�?
The girl walked and stood beside her mother.
a�?Have you found anything today?a�? the girl said, a�?youa��ve been here since morning.a�?
Elma raised her face and frowned. a�?No,a�? she said, dropping her chin once again on the fence. a�?The weather is so bad and I cana��t see anything. The clouds are so thick, I even tried to work some spells to clear the sky, still, I cana��t see anything.a�?
a�?May be tomorrow,a�? the girl patted Elma, a�?leta��s go, I want to show you some books I bought.a�?
Elma smiled, hugged her shoulders, and walked to the door, eyeing the sky one last time.
But before she went out of the door and down the stony staircase, a bolt of thunder boomed across the sky.
Elma bounced in her place, and collapsed on her back. She sat still on ground, watching the droplets of rain as they fell over her red cheeks. Another bolt of lightning banged through the sky. Elma felt the towera��s floor shaking under her back.
She raised her hand to her face, and examined the blue light that flickered feebly at the lines of her palm. a�?Ah,a�? Elma cried. She ran a prudent finger over her palm, but pulled it back quickly. a�?Ita��s so hot. It feels as if ita��s planting thorns in my skin.a�?
a�?Mama?a�? the girl said, a�?whata��s happening?a�?
Elma sat up. Her back straight and stiff against the cold, wet air. She raised her head to her daughter, her face relaxed and expressionless. a�?Ita��s a prophecy,a�? she said, a�?leave me alone.a�?
Elma sat at the top of her tower, resting her chin against the black bricked fence. Her slender body shook whenever thunder slashed through the sky, interrupting the patter of rain all around her three-legged stool.
After declining inside her blue cloak with fur-trimmed sleeves, she screwed her brown eyes up. Her face expressionless, she examined every corner of the sky, searching for any vivid stars, but thick clouds drifted slowly, coating the heavens with elongated greyiness.
The wooden door of the tower creaked behind her and a small girl walked in.
a�?Dinner is ready mama.a�?
Elma turned with a smile on her face.
a�?And you want to convince me that you prepared it?a�? Elma said, raising a threatening finger. a�?Dona��t forget, I can see both the past and future.a�?
a�?Ok,a�? the short, wet haired girl said, a�?Edwin helped me, but since hea��s an imp he cana��t simply make all the ingredients correct, have you forgotten mama? imps cana��t do math.a�?
The girl walked and stood beside her mother.
a�?Have you found anything today?a�? the girl said, a�?youa��ve been here since morning.a�?
Elma raised her face and frowned. a�?No,a�? she said, dropping her chin once again on the fence. a�?The weather is so bad and I cana��t see anything. The clouds are so thick, I even tried to work some spells to clear the sky, still, I cana��t see anything.a�?
a�?May be tomorrow,a�? the girl patted Elma, a�?leta��s go, I want to show you some books I bought.a�?
Elma smiled, hugged her shoulders, and walked to the door, eyeing the sky one last time.
But before she went out of the door and down the stony staircase, a bolt of thunder boomed across the sky.
Elma bounced in her place, and collapsed on her back. She sat still on ground, watching the droplets of rain as they fell over her red cheeks. Another bolt of lightning banged through the sky. Elma felt the towera��s floor shaking under her back.
She raised her hand to her face, and examined the blue light that flickered feebly at the lines of her palm. a�?Ah,a�? Elma cried. She ran a prudent finger over her palm, but pulled it back quickly. a�?Ita��s so hot. It feels as if ita��s planting thorns in my skin.a�?
a�?Mama?a�? the girl said, a�?whata��s happening?a�?
Elma sat up. Her back straight and stiff against the cold, wet air. She raised her head to her daughter, her face relaxed and expressionless. a�?Ita��s a prophecy,a�? she said, a�?leave me alone.a�?
Elma sat at the top of her tower, resting her chin against the black bricked fence. Her slender body shook whenever thunder slashed through the sky, interrupting the patter of rain all around her three-legged stool.
After declining inside her blue cloak with fur-trimmed sleeves, she screwed her brown eyes up. Her face expressionless, she examined every corner of the sky, searching for any vivid stars, but thick clouds drifted slowly, coating the heavens with elongated greyiness.
The wooden door of the tower creaked behind her and a small girl walked in.
a�?Dinner is ready mama.a�?
Elma turned with a smile on her face.
a�?And you want to convince me that you prepared it?a�? Elma said, raising a threatening finger. a�?Dona��t forget, I can see both the past and future.a�?
a�?Ok,a�? the short, wet haired girl said, a�?Edwin helped me, but since hea��s an imp he cana��t simply make all the ingredients correct, have you forgotten mama? imps cana��t do math.a�?
The girl walked and stood beside her mother.
a�?Have you found anything today?a�? the girl said, a�?youa��ve been here since morning.a�?
Elma raised her face and frowned. a�?No,a�? she said, dropping her chin once again on the fence. a�?The weather is so bad and I cana��t see anything. The clouds are so thick, I even tried to work some spells to clear the sky, still, I cana��t see anything.a�?
a�?May be tomorrow,a�? the girl patted Elma, a�?leta��s go, I want to show you some books I bought.a�?
Elma smiled, hugged her shoulders, and walked to the door, eyeing the sky one last time.
But before she went out of the door and down the stony staircase, a bolt of thunder boomed across the sky.
Elma bounced in her place, and collapsed on her back. She sat still on ground, watching the droplets of rain as they fell over her red cheeks. Another bolt of lightning banged through the sky. Elma felt the towera��s floor shaking under her back.
She raised her hand to her face, and examined the blue light that flickered feebly at the lines of her palm. a�?Ah,a�? Elma cried. She ran a prudent finger over her palm, but pulled it back quickly. a�?Ita��s so hot. It feels as if ita��s planting thorns in my skin.a�?
a�?Mama?a�? the girl said, a�?whata��s happening?a�?
Elma sat up. Her back straight and stiff against the cold, wet air. She raised her head to her daughter, her face relaxed and expressionless. a�?Ita��s a prophecy,a�? she said, a�?leave me alone.a�?
Elma sat at the top of her tower, resting her chin against the black bricked fence. Her slender body shook whenever thunder slashed through the sky, interrupting the patter of rain all around her three-legged stool.
After declining inside her blue cloak with fur-trimmed sleeves, she screwed her brown eyes up. Her face expressionless, she examined every corner of the sky, searching for any vivid stars, but thick clouds drifted slowly, coating the heavens with elongated greyiness.
The wooden door of the tower creaked behind her and a small girl walked in.
a�?Dinner is ready mama.a�?
Elma turned with a smile on her face.
a�?And you want to convince me that you prepared it?a�? Elma said, raising a threatening finger. a�?Dona��t forget, I can see both the past and future.a�?
a�?Ok,a�? the short, wet haired girl said, a�?Edwin helped me, but since hea��s an imp he cana��t simply make all the ingredients correct, have you forgotten mama? imps cana��t do math.a�?
The girl walked and stood beside her mother.
a�?Have you found anything today?a�? the girl said, a�?youa��ve been here since morning.a�?
Elma raised her face and frowned. a�?No,a�? she said, dropping her chin once again on the fence. a�?The weather is so bad and I cana��t see anything. The clouds are so thick, I even tried to work some spells to clear the sky, still, I cana��t see anything.a�?
a�?May be tomorrow,a�? the girl patted Elma, a�?leta��s go, I want to show you some books I bought.a�?
Elma smiled, hugged her shoulders, and walked to the door, eyeing the sky one last time.
But before she went out of the door and down the stony staircase, a bolt of thunder boomed across the sky.
Elma bounced in her place, and collapsed on her back. She sat still on ground, watching the droplets of rain as they fell over her red cheeks. Another bolt of lightning banged through the sky. Elma felt the towera��s floor shaking under her back.
She raised her hand to her face, and examined the blue light that flickered feebly at the lines of her palm. a�?Ah,a�? Elma cried. She ran a prudent finger over her palm, but pulled it back quickly. a�?Ita��s so hot. It feels as if ita��s planting thorns in my skin.a�?
a�?Mama?a�? the girl said, a�?whata��s happening?a�?
Elma sat up. Her back straight and stiff against the cold, wet air. She raised her head to her daughter, her face relaxed and expressionless. a�?Ita��s a prophecy,a�? she said, a�?leave me alone.a�?
Elma sat at the top of her tower, resting her chin against the black bricked fence. Her slender body shook whenever thunder slashed through the sky, interrupting the patter of rain all around her three-legged stool.
After declining inside her blue cloak with fur-trimmed sleeves, she screwed her brown eyes up. Her face expressionless, she examined every corner of the sky, searching for any vivid stars, but thick clouds drifted slowly, coating the heavens with elongated greyiness.
The wooden door of the tower creaked behind her and a small girl walked in.
a�?Dinner is ready mama.a�?
Elma turned with a smile on her face.
a�?And you want to convince me that you prepared it?a�? Elma said, raising a threatening finger. a�?Dona��t forget, I can see both the past and future.a�?
a�?Ok,a�? the short, wet haired girl said, a�?Edwin helped me, but since hea��s an imp he cana��t simply make all the ingredients correct, have you forgotten mama? imps cana��t do math.a�?
The girl walked and stood beside her mother.
a�?Have you found anything today?a�? the girl said, a�?youa��ve been here since morning.a�?
Elma raised her face and frowned. a�?No,a�? she said, dropping her chin once again on the fence. a�?The weather is so bad and I cana��t see anything. The clouds are so thick, I even tried to work some spells to clear the sky, still, I cana��t see anything.a�?
a�?May be tomorrow,a�? the girl patted Elma, a�?leta��s go, I want to show you some books I bought.a�?
Elma smiled, hugged her shoulders, and walked to the door, eyeing the sky one last time.
But before she went out of the door and down the stony staircase, a bolt of thunder boomed across the sky.
Elma bounced in her place, and collapsed on her back. She sat still on ground, watching the droplets of rain as they fell over her red cheeks. Another bolt of lightning banged through the sky. Elma felt the towera��s floor shaking under her back.
She raised her hand to her face, and examined the blue light that flickered feebly at the lines of her palm. a�?Ah,a�? Elma cried. She ran a prudent finger over her palm, but pulled it back quickly. a�?Ita��s so hot. It feels as if ita��s planting thorns in my skin.a�?
a�?Mama?a�? the girl said, a�?whata��s happening?a�?
Elma sat up. Her back straight and stiff against the cold, wet air. She raised her head to her daughter, her face relaxed and expressionless. a�?Ita��s a prophecy,a�? she said, a�?leave me alone.a�?
Elma sat at the top of her tower, resting her chin against the black bricked fence. Her slender body shook whenever thunder slashed through the sky, interrupting the patter of rain all around her three-legged stool.
After declining inside her blue cloak with fur-trimmed sleeves, she screwed her brown eyes up. Her face expressionless, she examined every corner of the sky, searching for any vivid stars, but thick clouds drifted slowly, coating the heavens with elongated greyiness.
The wooden door of the tower creaked behind her and a small girl walked in.
a�?Dinner is ready mama.a�?
Elma turned with a smile on her face.
a�?And you want to convince me that you prepared it?a�? Elma said, raising a threatening finger. a�?Dona��t forget, I can see both the past and future.a�?
a�?Ok,a�? the short, wet haired girl said, a�?Edwin helped me, but since hea��s an imp he cana��t simply make all the ingredients correct, have you forgotten mama? imps cana��t do math.a�?
The girl walked and stood beside her mother.
a�?Have you found anything today?a�? the girl said, a�?youa��ve been here since morning.a�?
Elma raised her face and frowned. a�?No,a�? she said, dropping her chin once again on the fence. a�?The weather is so bad and I cana��t see anything. The clouds are so thick, I even tried to work some spells to clear the sky, still, I cana��t see anything.a�?
a�?May be tomorrow,a�? the girl patted Elma, a�?leta��s go, I want to show you some books I bought.a�?
Elma smiled, hugged her shoulders, and walked to the door, eyeing the sky one last time.
But before she went out of the door and down the stony staircase, a bolt of thunder boomed across the sky.
Elma bounced in her place, and collapsed on her back. She sat still on ground, watching the droplets of rain as they fell over her red cheeks. Another bolt of lightning banged through the sky. Elma felt the towera��s floor shaking under her back.
She raised her hand to her face, and examined the blue light that flickered feebly at the lines of her palm. a�?Ah,a�? Elma cried. She ran a prudent finger over her palm, but pulled it back quickly. a�?Ita��s so hot. It feels as if ita��s planting thorns in my skin.a�?
a�?Mama?a�? the girl said, a�?whata��s happening?a�?
Elma sat up. Her back straight and stiff against the cold, wet air. She raised her head to her daughter, her face relaxed and expressionless. a�?Ita��s a prophecy,a�? she said, a�?leave me alone.a�?
If Your City Was Like AOL
Youa��d live in a place where no two people had the same name, and all were hot 17/f cheerleaders with a fetish for pierced gay Dobermans in spandex.
Youa��d only pay $19.95 a month to live there, but half the time you tried to leave your house, the door would be stuck.
Once you got outside, even if you were in a hurry, youa��d be assaulted by slimy little door-to-door salescreeps offering you great AOL 14.4 modems for only $399.99
The commute to work is just a double-click away, but every time you try to leave your driveway, the flow of traffic knocks you back into your yard.
48 hours after moving in, your mailbox would be overflowing with special offers, promotions and discounts from www.getlaid.com
The local post office would tell your mother youa��re not a known resident.
The local post office wouldna��t forward your mail to you when you move.
The administration would kick you out of town for cursing after one of those brutal toe stubs.
If you saw a crime and called 911, theya��d reply a week later with a form letter saying how you "really are important to us."
The administration would tell your boss to either pay up, or move his slack-ass company somewhere else.
Everyone on the street would have something to do with kiddy porn, and this business would account for 75% of all city revenue.
Every time you went to the mall, people would run up to you and violently scream M/F??!!, AGE/SEX?!?! Or g0t PH1SH d3wd?!11 while little kids called your cell phone saying "Wanna SCREW?"
Those that didna��t do that would call you and say "Hi, Ia��m j0e hax0r from the town council. We had a database crash and lost your tax records. Please give us your address and the key to your house or we will be forced to evict you and your family."
Every time you went shopping, youa��d be kicked out of the store by a bouncer screaming "WEa��RE SORRY, THIS STORE IS TEMPORARILY UNAVAILABLE."
Whenever you traveled to other cities, people would see your license tag and laugh behind your back.
Even your 3 year old son would know the intimate personal details of the town security expert.
Youa��d occasionally be sent home during the day by another bouncer telling you that the city has performed an illegal operation, but that ita��s really the Eartha��s fault.
The local McDonalds sign would be realistically changed to "McHax0r Wuz H3r3" and "Gr33tz 2 K}It0sawruz" almost daily. Police dona��t investigate, but do show up with little scrubby tools, or just remove the sign altogether.
Half the kids in the daycare you use are thinly disguised, fat, hairy, drooling, diapered men holding sacks of candy.
Your daughter would disappear to the No-Tell Motel every night, and youa��d foot the bill.
Putting up controversial art in your home would result in the police bashing in your door, throwing your ass on the floor, and kicking the crap out of you while saying "Ya got two chances left, dickface. ROFLMAO LOL!!"
Youa��d send your kids to school for history, math, and science, but theya��d wind up studying ph1shing, one-handed typing, and annoying acronyms.
Youa��d not have any idea who your neighbors are, and most new arrivals would move in at night, stuff everyonea��s mailbox with crap, and vacate before sun-up.
The administration would secretly sell off chunks of their personal land in the city, while buying up neighboring cities with imaginary funds.
The administration would build a huge, state- of- the- art park, and allow the kids to play there free, then suddenly demand money while ripping down the swings and beating the kids currently playing there.
Dona��t forget the AOL playground, which is locked so that the kiddies can not get out "for safety reasons," and then hordes of perverts & pedophiles are allowed in.
The police would work for free out of some sort of "duty" to the city, but would secretly only be doing it for the free food stamps.
Upon waking every morning, a voice from above would shout, "HEY! YOU DO WANT A GODDAMN AOL VISA, DONa��T YOU?" To which you say "no." The voice then replies, "OK, Ia��LL ASK YOU TOMMOROW."
A trip to the local library would find you a few ancient doom 2 patches, commercial pix of Pamela Anderson Lee, and a viral copy of PkZip 2.04g
Community events would be periodically interrupted because of the speaker randomly flying out of the meeting hall and appearing several minutes later with some stupid comment about a Punt Monster.
Your neighbors would be called to leave on pilgrimages to a mystical land called USENET, where they would bleat the virtues of your fair city.
Somewhere in another city, David Cassel would be sitting with a telescope trained on City Hall, smiling contentedly.
...I thought it was funny :S
My daughter is 4 1/2 weeks old and she has got these fine bumps all over her face and neck. I'm pretty sure that its not a heat rash as I make sure that she's not to hot or overdressed. I was searching for the answer to my question and I had seen that somebody had said that the bumps were baby acne from hormones passed by the mother and that it's most visible in breast-fed babies. Is that true? If so, how long till the bumps clear?
APPLICATION FOR PERMISSION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER
Print out and submit as per instructions at the bottom of the form.
1. Name :__________________________________________________ Date of Birth :_________________
2. Height :___________________________ Weight :_______________________ GPA :________________
3. Social Sec. #_______________________ Drivers license #______________________________________
4. Boy Scout Rank :__________________________
5. Home address :____________________________ City/ State____________________________________
6. Do you have one male and one female parent ? Yes _______ No _______
7. If no, explain :_________________________________________________________________________
8. Number of years parents married :__________________________________________________________
9. Do you own a van ?______ A truck with oversized tires ?______ A water bed ?_______
10. Do you have an earring , nose ring , belly-button ring ?______ A tattoo ?_______
(If yes to any of #9 or #10, Discontinue application and leave premises ...
11. In ten words or less, what does LATE mean to you ?___________________________________________
12. In ten words or less, what does Abstinence mean to you ?______________________________________
13. In ten words or less, what does DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER mean to you ?___________________
_______________________________________________________________________________________
14. Church you attend :_________________________________ How often you attend :_______________
15. When would be the best time to interview your Father, Mother, And Minister ? ___________________
16. What would you want to be IF you grew up ? _______________________________________________
Answer by filling in the blanks. Please answer freely - all answers are confidential
(that I won't tell anyone - ever- I promise).
If I were shot, the last place on my body I would want wounded is in the __________________________
If I were beaten the last bone I would want broken is my ________________________________________
The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is ___________________________________
When I first meet a girl, the thing I notice about her first is_______________________________________
(Note: If answer begins with T or A, discontinue and leave premises: Keeping your head low and running in
a serpentine fashion is advised. )
I SWEAR THAT THE INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF: NATIVE AMERICAN ANT TORTURE, ELECTROCUTION,
CHINESE WATER TORTURE, RED HOT POKERS, DEATH, AND DISMEMBERMENT.
Signature (that means your name, moron)______________________________________________________
Thank you for your interest. Please allow 4 to 6 weeks for processing. You will be contacted in writing if
you are approved. Please do not attempt to call or write. If your application is rejected you will be
notified by two gentlemen wearing white coats and carrying a violin case.
APPLICANT'S RIGHT THUMB PRINT IN BLOOD
I enjoy writing, but I always get a bit stuck when it comes to making introductions hook people into the story. So I have devised a little web-poll, asking everyone to rate this extract (bearing in mind it hasn't really been edited) as either "interesting" or "not interesting". Other comments will be useful too. So, here it is...
The day my mother was kidnapped began with me toppling out of bed. A strange anomaly for someone with a king size bed, but believe me, it happened. And the fact my cata��s food dish was placed exactly where my head landed on the floor certainly didna��t help my mood.
The rest of the morning wasna��t much better. After having a soak in our new bathtub and attempting to cover the smell of jelly-meat with strawberry shampoo, I slipped on the bath mat. And cream-coloured bathroom tiles arena��t exactly soft.
When I had breakfast my mum had specially prepared for me, I spilt syrup over my uniform. When I went to brush my teeth, I accidentally grabbed the wrong tube and squirted zit cream all over my toothbrush. When I looked outside my bedroom window, I found Ia��d missed the bus. On top of that, it was raining.
a�?Hey, honey, whata��s going on at school today?a�� asked mum, handing me my lunch a�� a thermos flask of chicken casserole a�� and a mug of hot chocolate. a�?Anything interesting?a��
I shrugged. a�?Besides having art and history, nothing.a�� I was almost guaranteed a boring day. Maths, physics, and home economics a�� enough to make you retch. I loved art, and for some reason history, home economics was okay, but physics and maths were my two least favourite subjects. One of them was just...well, maths, while the other was just maths in disguise. Strange how the daughter of one of the most successful businessmen and accountants of our times hated maths almost as much as she hated stepping in horse manure.
My father began his successful business empire when he began purchasing out-of-business boutiques and shops from central London with money loaned to him by his wealthy father, converting them into new, state-of-the-art cell phone stores boasting the premise that they a�?Can connect anywhere, anytime, anydaya��. By the end of it, everyone in the UK had a phone emblazoned with the brand 'RapidFire' and dad had sold his company in a billion-dollar deal. Simple.
Currently he was sitting on the couch in a business suit, drinking coffee and reading a book that looked suspiciously like Little Women, but I couldna��t be sure. He looked up as I tossed my schoolbag onto the couch.
a�?Arena��t you supposed to do the schoolbag-tossing after school?a�� he questioned.
a�?Well...,a�� I began uncertainly.
a�?You missed the bus again, didna��t you?a��
* * *
And the extract ends there. If you can't be bothered writing out a full review, I'll settle for just "interesting or "not interesting".
Thanks,
Chloe
I bought my parents house 4 years ago. My father never moved out. The original plan was that he would eventually leave after my poor mother passed away from long term early onset Alzheimer's. Here is the problem - my father gets in a rage and super pissed off when I do very much needed renovations to the house. Taking wallpaper down, sanding the hardwood floors. I own the house but he sold it to me for short money. He thinks he can control me on these changes to the house because it never really became my house even though my name is on the deed. He can be physically abusive and unpredictable. He has harmed me on a number of occasions and I haven't done anything about it yet. I haven't filed a restraining order yet. I have a two year old daughter that has seen this abuse and is now acting up in daycare. I feel very trapped because I can't talk to my father. He seems to be able to turn on and off the hot temper with people he knows he can get away with it or not get away with it witha��.. Mostly his anger seems to be directed at women and I'm at my wits end. I thinking of moving out and forcing him to either buy the house back or get the heck out for good. He is not bad all of the time. Just very unpredictable and seems to have very little use for me. He adores my daughter but shows her bad behavior when he drives her to daycare. He can be very nasty on the road. In general he is a very angry person but no one seems to know why. He's been like this long before my mother got sick too. I need to send a real serious message to him. I'm very afraid of my father when he is angry. He is a house devil / street angel. Everyone loves him outside of the house. Oh, and hea��s got firearms up the wazoo to boot. Not a good personality to have weapons.
It makes you wonder is fairya�� tales are more for adults than for children. When I was a kid I honestly did not read fairy tales I was not allowed. Just think hansel and gretel they kill the witch in an excruciating way. a�?a��They throw her into an oven, till she burns to deatha��a��! wow, thata��s pretty gruesome no one would read them to me as a kid.
Then the classic versions that are real are even worse than that! Like sleeping beauty really about rape, the classic story is, original one. Yet Disney changed it to a childa��s story originally older French ladies with abusive husbands wrote it. Disney really sugar coasted sleeping beauty.
The version of this tale that most of us are familiar with ends with Riding Hood being saved by the woodsman who kills the wicked wolf. But in fact, the original French version (by Charles Perrault) of the tale was not quite so nice. In this version, the little girl is a well bred young lady who is given false instructions by the wolf when she asks the way to her grandmothers. Foolishly riding hood takes the advice of the wolf and ends up being eaten. And here the story ends. There is no woodsman a�� no grandmother a�� just a fat wolf and a dead Red Riding Hood. The moral to this story is to not take advice from strangers.
The 1989 version of the Little Mermaid might be better known as a�?The big whopper!a�? In the Disney version, the film ends with Ariel the mermaid being changed into a human so she can marry Eric. They marry in a wonderful wedding attended by humans and merpeople. But, in the very first version by Hans Christian Andersen, the mermaid sees the Prince marry a princess and she despairs. She is offered a knife with which to stab the prince to death, but rather than do that she jumps into the sea and dies by turning to froth. Hans Christian Andersen modified the ending slightly to make it more pleasant. In his new ending, instead of dying when turned to froth, she becomes a a�?daughter of the aira�? waiting to go to heaven a�� so, frankly, she is still dead for all intents and purposes.
In the tale of snow white that we are all familiar with, the Queen asks a huntsman to kill her and bring her heart back as proof. Instead, the huntsman cana��t bring himself to do it and returns with the heart of a boar. Now, fortunately disney hasna��t done too much damage to this tale, but they did leave out one important original element: in the original tale, the Queen actually asks for Snow Whitea��s liver and lungs a�� which are to be served for dinner that night! Also in the original, Snow White wakes up when she is jostled by the princea��s horse as he carries her back to his castle a�� not from a magical kiss. What the prince wanted to do with a dead girla��s body I will leave to your imagination. Oh a�� in the Grimm version, the tale ends with the Queen being forced to dance to death in red hot iron shoes!
In the original sleeping beauty, the lovely princess is put to sleep when she pricks her finger on a spindle. She sleeps for one hundred years when a prince finally arrives, kisses her, and awakens her. They fall in love, marry, and (surprise surprise) live happily ever after. But alas, the original tale is not so sweet (in fact, you have to read this to believe it.) In the original, the young woman is put to sleep because of a prophesy, rather than a curse. And it isna��t the kiss of a prince which wakes her up: the king seeing her asleep, and rather fancying having a bit, rapes her. After nine months she gives birth to two children (while she is still asleep). One of the children sucks her finger which removes the piece of flax which was keeping her asleep. She wakes up to find herself raped and the mother of two kids.
This fair tale is a little different from the others because rather than sanitizing the original, it was modified by the original author to make it more gruesome. In the original tale, Rumpelstiltskin spins straw into gold for a young girl who faces death unless she is able to perform the feat. In return, he asks for her first born child. She agrees a�� but when the day comes to hand over the kid, she cana��t do it. Rumpelstiltskin tells her that he will let her off the bargain if she can guess his name. She overhears him singing his name by a fire and so she guesses it correctly. Rumpelstiltskin, furious, runs away, never to be seen again. But in the updated version, things are a little messier. Rumpelstiltskin is so angry that he drives his right foot deep into the ground. He then grabs his left leg and rips himself in half. Needless to say this kills him.
In this heart warming tale, we hear of pretty little goldilocks who finds the house of the three bears. She sneaks inside and eats their food, sits in their chairs, and finally falls asleep on the bed of the littlest bear. When the bears return home they find her asleep a�� she awakens and escapes out the window in terror. The original tale (which actually only dates to 1837) has two possible variations. In the fir
I opened my eyes slowly, blinking until my eyes adjusted to the light. I looked out the small round window at my right. The sun was glowing at the horizon, silhouetting the dark green grass. I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly, opened my eyes and let my breath out. Well, leta��s get this over with, I thought.
I was moving to Seattle, Washington with my aunt, Claire, her new husband, Jonathan, and his two sons, Alexander and Geoffrey. Claire got divorced with her first husband, Richard, who was having an affair with his co-worker, and bumped into Jonathan in the market in the cereal aisle, not a very romantic place to find a husband if you ask me, but Ia��m not one to judge considering I havena��t had a boyfriend since I was in kindergarten if you even count that. After a few dates and introducing his sons, Jonathan finally got the guts to propose. I couldna��t make it to the weeding, so I had no clue what these people looked like and the last time I saw my aunt was when I was four, all I new was that Alexander was my age, and Geoffrey was a year older.
The reason I was moving with my aunt was because my mother and father also got divorced and I was left with my mother, which was pretty much getting drunk at clubs and didna��t care a dime about me, and when I told her I was moving with aunt Claire she said, a�?Do as you please. Just remember, once you set foot outside youa��re no longer considered my daughter. Then again what do I care. Go, shoo.a�? With that said, me and aunt Claire made all the plans, she was going to pay for first class airplane tickets, which quickly told me that Claire wasna��t cheap and didna��t buy her clothes at a thrift store. She had told me she and John had work on the day Ia��d arrive at Seattle and said shea��d take the day off to pick me up, but I had
told her to keep working because I didna��t want her to get fired for my sake, so she ended up asking her sons. She had told me they were excited to see me but a little voice in my head was telling me that they just wanted to see if I looked cute, or maybe even hot. Either way they were going to get a vast disappointment.
As people started unloading seat by seat, I stood up and tried to get my bag, but when I pulled it, it was stuck. Great just my luck! I pulled it a few times more, once it started getting loose I gave it one last pull. It finally came out but it ended up pushing me to the aislea��s floor while people were passing by. I landed softly to my surprise, maybe someone dropped a pillow I thought, but as I stayed there longer trying to get my feet to get off the seat I realized that the pillow was really cold, almost freezing. I shuddered a bit then decided to look back to see if I had really fallen on a pillow. I was stunned at what I saw. There was a guy there standing behind me unable to move. He wore dark shades, that didna��t let me see his eyes, a black coat that looked like only a celebrity could pull off, some black jeans under the coat, and a black hat. He was looking down at me. It took me a few seconds to realize why he couldna��t move. I got up and turned to apologize, only to see that the guy was gone. This place is really weird.
I picked up my bag from the floor and walked out of the plane. I went inside the airport building and searched the place for the two guys who are suppose to pick me up.
I walked a little further into the airport until I found the food stands. There was this purple looking stand to my right and a green one to my left. I decided to buy a drink at the green one while I waited.
a�?Can I have a medium Coke,a�? I asked the worker behind the food stand.
a�?Sure thata��ll be $1.78.a�?
As I got out my wallet, a hand behind me reached out and gave the worker a five dollar bill. As the guy gave me the Coke I turned around to see who was paying for my drink. Behind me were two good looking guys That looked about the same age as me. The first one, who was taller than me by about five inches, had blonde hair and bluish-greenish eyes and white skin with a tan that suited him. The other guy behind him also had bluish-greenish eyes but had light brown hair and no tan.
a�?Thanks,a�? was all I could think of to say.
As I started to walk away I felt a hand grab my wrist. I looked back and saw the tall blonde guy pulling me back.
a�?Can I help you?a�? I asked putting my bags on the floor.
a�?Are you Stella Braught?a�? asked the boy with the brown hair.
a�?Yeah, are you two Alexander and Geoffrey Grant?a�?
a�?Yeaha��a�? answered both of them, hesitant.
a�?What?a�? I asked smiling and looking down at myself. I was wearing dark blue jeans, a black knit top with ruffle sleeves, and small black heels. My hair was dark brown and wavy and a pair of dark brown eyes to match.
a�?Nothing ita��s just thata�� you look very prettya�? said the blond one.
I smiled and answered, a�?Thanks. And if you dona��t mind one more question, which one of you is Geoffrey and which one is Alexander?a�?
a�?Oh Ia��m Alexander, but you can call me Alex.a�? said the brunette b
boy.
a�?Yeah and Ia��m Geoff.a�?
a�?Great, so Alex you and me are the same age and Geoff your older by a year right?a�?
a�?Hey I thought you were only gonna ask one question?a�? said Alex.
a�?Fine, fine. But this doesna��t mean Ia��ll ask questions later,a�? I said sticking out my tongue.
They smiled and walked out the double doors. I followed and frowned when I knew they couldna��t see me through the corner of their eyes. We walked through the parking lot until we reached a black Mercedes Benz. My mouth dropped a slight bit. I knew Richard was a doctor but I didna��t think he would have bought his boys something this luxurious. I wonder if their house is even more luxurious. Focus Stella! I was startled out of my thoughts when I heard Alexa��s voice.
a�?I hope you dona��t mind, we kind of brought a friend of ours.a�?
a�?Oh not at all,a�? I replied.
Alex opened the door for me. I thanked him and got in. The doors were a little tinted so it was hard for me to adjust my sight to the light.
After a moment I heard a little shuffle of shoes on the floor. I turned to my left and saw a guy. His features werena��t so clear, but I got a feeling he looked
ok.
a�?Stella this is our friend Caleb. Caleb, this is Stella our step-cousin,a�? introduced, Geoff.
a�?Oh uha�� nice to meet you Caleb,a�? I said startled. I still couldna��t make out his features quite well, but for a moment I thought I saw confusion shadow his face.
a�?Nice to meet you too Stella.a�?
I saw something glow and decided he was smiling at me. I smiled and turned around.
Alex and Geoff were in their own little conversation which left both me and Caleb silent in the back seat. It kind of felt awkward to not talk, but I was kind of happy no one was asking me questions. That is until Caleb broke the silence.
a�?Soa�� Stella, where did you move from?a�?
a�?I just came here from Tampa, Florida.a�?
a�?Oh but thata��s not where you got your tan from right?a�?
A life
She was just a daughter
Just a baby
Just a toddler
Just a girl
Just a girl who jumped in the autumn leaves
A girl who played in the snow till her toes grew numb
A girl who watched the cherry blossom buds burst into life when spring came along
A girl who drank cool lemonade on hot summer days
She was just a student
Just a wife
Just a mother
A mother who wiped her first daughetera��s tears when she fell down trying to take her first steps
A mother who scolded her first son for bringing mud into the house
A mother who listened to her daughtera��s worries about a boy in her class
A mother who helped her boy get through Algebra
A mother who watched her children grow and who loved her children above anything in this world
She was just a grandmother
A grandmother who was loved and cherished by everyone around her
But thena��
She was just a patient
In a cold, dark hospital
Those who loved her dearly crowding around her
Praying to the dear Lord for him to save her
For him to return her to them safely and without harm
She was just another humanbeing
Fighting for her life
Fighting with those whom she loved and was loved by
Fighting as slowly the life was sucked out of her
They said there was nothing more for them to do
She couldna��t make it through this
She was just another human
Whose life was lost to a preventable disease
She was just a dead body
Just a coffin
Just another human body
Six feet under the ground~
--thank you
Colds have been going around the house from person to person all week. first i was sick, than my mother in law than my brother in law and now i think my one year old daughter is sick. shes pale and cranky with a runny nose. what should i give her? what do i do?
hot bath? warm bath? tylenol?
So here it is, I have a story worked out, just for a bit of fun, and I was wondering whether it was good, and whether I should put it on worthy of Publishing.
Her face was covered with forest dirt; her hair was wet with hot, sticky sweat. Breathing a sigh, or a pant, of relief, Jayda Grey threw her shovel down. Owls cooed and hooted loudly, awakening for their day, and the gigantic forest trees quivered in a slight breeze.
Sweat trickled down her cheek and on to her full lips. It tasted salty, it wasna��t sweat at all. The tears started to poor, Jayda couldna��t control them. Even though she had hated her mother, even though she was glad to be rid of her, the shock was too much.
How could I have killed the woman who placed me on this earth? She thought, horror struck. How could I sit here, over my mothera��s buried body and be glad that she is gone?
Of course Jayda knew deep down, she knew why she was glad. She knew why she had to do the deed, and to be honest she was relieved to finally be free.
She was free to follow the path of evil.
Not wanting to wait a second longer, and not even marking the grave, Jayda picked her shovel up and dragged it behind her. It did not matter that she had no idea how to get out of the forest. It did not matter that dangers far beyond any humana��s imagination was lurking, in the shadows, ready to pounce. Jayda knew what she was capable of now, now that her mother was dead, on her own daughters accord, Jayda knew she could kill again.
so thats it for thhe moment...
I'm 15....
Also, with alot of killing, would it be PG or 13+ ?
I posted a long (too long, like this one so STOP reading now if you don't like long posts) story about a recent argument with my mom that took place a few days before she had a stroke. She is recovering and making remarkable progress and I am elated because today, just a couple of weeks since the stroke, she is regaining some of her speech. I am only recently (in my early 30s) beginning to realise how critical and unforgiving I have been with both of my parents and especially mom.
She believed in staying with dad, a recovering alcoholic ( two years sober) and I criticized her for being weak/putting up with him. I criticized the way she raised my four siblings and me and for working outside the home. I blamed her for every problem I've ever had.
Now, I am sometimes feeling at the brink of exhaustion with only one child in school, my job and a husband who lately seems a little too dependent on his 'liquid tranquilizers" (heaven forbid there is no beer in the fridge!). I feel for what she went through with more children to worry about and my dad's disease causing her to shoulder so much responsibility. Sometimes (just like I do) she would lose control of her emotions, break down and cry, yell at us or swat us when we were being obnoxious, be kind and loving and overindulgent one moment then strict and trying to make us independent and responsible the next. I treated her like crap and made her feel like she was the worst mother in existence
. Now that I am in the same boat, I appreciate the fact that she loved me in a way noone else ever will. I forgive her mistakes because I haven't been the nicest daughter, as a teen made her difficult life a living hell,and if we had both been able at the time to do better I believe we would have. . When I asked for forgiveness today it was the first I had heard her speak since our argument .Also, she had been turning away from me when I would visit her. It was amazing today because she smiled a little and said ' of course '. Today I am grateful that she may recover fully and that she loves me enough to move past my horrible (infantile) behaviour and remain my best friend.
We were both conditioned to have bad tempers I think (hot headed family) but I am trying to find positive outlets to deal with stress which will help me, my own family and even my mom (I can share what learn with her) to help us move forward and create the bond that has really always been there.. I do love her so much. Anyone else just suddenly grow up and realise that their parents actually did a few good things too and perhaps had even fewer resources than we have now? I'm 31 and just relieved it's not too late for me, my mom and yes dad too, who due to my mom's strength has always come up smelling like a rose.
The nurse reported that my mom said "NO" two weeks ago when she was offered Jello. I said "just a couple of weeks since her stroke" but I meant since she finally spoke. She had the stroke seven months ago.
When people straight out lie to me and then try to give me advice on how to be a good mother. This has happened to me 4 times already throughout this pregnancy. I take my son to early intervention and talk with the parents there and there is a woman who will make up stories and tell me one week that her whole family is vegetarian and then the next week she was telling me how her family was having a big bbq cookout with tri-tip and hot dogs and hamburgers. I think maybe she forgot she told me her family was vegetarian. I've caught her in lies many times and then she will tell me that my second child is going to be a terror because her second son is very badly behaved. Every child is different and I honestly won't know how my daughter will be until she is here. I'm very lucky my son has a very laid back personality and is a big sweetheart. I'm not expecting my new one to be like him because she will be her own person, but can't some people just keep their mouths shut and not try to make you feel bad all the time. I pretty much take whatever she says with a grain of salt. I have met many people like this who just keep trying to make me feel bad for having a second child and just try to stomp out optimism. Oh yeah and my step-sons mother who lies about everything and then tries to give me advice because my son is 2 1/2 and not talking and her son signed at 6 months and talked before a year. They are different children and my son is very well behaved while my step son is really quite wild. My step son is smart don't get me wrong, but he also has (undiagnosed)aspergers and is very similar to my son. Anyone else get sick of people who blatantly lie to you and then criticize you?
Poppy do you even know what early intervention is? Obviously you don't and are seriously ignorant. It is an early preschool program for children who are developmentally delayed. I am proud to call myself a very good mom and not wait until it is too late to do anything about it. Most parents are too stupid to care that their child is not developing on time. My son has been in early intervention since before he was 2 and it has been a complete blessing. Your ignorance truly stumps me.
I want to be an author, and I'm writing a novel at the moment. I have had a few literary agents say that I write well but would like some opinions. Please don't be cruel but constructive criticism welcome. Thank you in advance :-) P.S I know you don't know the story but just go by the writing.
Lisa sat on her bed, anger surged through her body, she felt hot, tense, agitated. Fury boiling inside her. She didn't understand it. It was the kind of anger that was completely unreasonable. The kind of anger that made her want to lift her jewellery box off her dressing table and throw it at the mirror above it. The kind of anger that made her want to smash her radio against the wall until it was quiet. The kind of anger that made her want to take some scissors and slice the flesh on her arms. She rolled up her sleeve and ran her fingers along the red scars that decorated her arm. She breathed in deep, closing her eyes. She hated feeling so confused, her emotions were always all over the place and she just wanted to feel calm and peaceful. Anything could set her off, and she'd find her relief the only way she knew how.
The scars were ugly. But so was she, or at least that's how she felt and what her mother had told her over and over. Lisa could still remember the first time her mother told her she was ugly. Her mother's breath stank of vodka that night, it stank of vodka most nights. Lisa still couldn't drink vodka. Her mother woke her, she'd been out drinking with her latest boyfriend and even though it was the middle of the night she had chosen to wake her four year old daughter. Lisa hadn't minded, she loved her mother very much back then. She sat her up, kissed her and told her she loved her. Then after a few seconds of studying Lisa's face she said, "you're so ugly Lisa, you didn't get that from me, you must've got it from your bastard father." And then she left the room to have sex with the man watching them in the door way. Lisa cried. And from then on it became a regular thing until her mother dropped dead of a heart attack aged 38, Lisa didn't cry.
Thank you anni333 :-)
Thank you EternalD :-) And thanks for the advice , much appreciated.
Thank you so much Emma B, I'm hoping to get it published. I'm on chapter 29 and almost finished :-)
Thank you for your encouragement and criticism, all really helpful :-)
I agree with most of your opinions and as I'm still editing I can fix these things :-)
Thanks again everyone. Your encouragement has really inspired me to keep going. satoz_ku thanks alot, all constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, I am learning after all. Thanks!
im not asking a question or anything but ive been hearing these stories online about a mother putting there baby in a MICORWAVE and turning it on, and another one giving a baby a bottle with METH in it,and a video on utube and mother left baby in hot car all day and it died cause she 'forget to get her' i have a daughter an 11 month old, and i just dont see how a human could do this?
i am 17 years old and a senior in highschool. during the first week of school ive began talking to this girl who just happens to be very hot. everything about her seemed to be perfect except she had a crazy ex boyfriend. 2 days later i was physically assaulted by this 6foot4 215 lb kid and he is now in juvenile detention. upon being questioned by the police i was told that this girl plays games with the exs head and is as much at fault for my injuries as the ex is. i told her this in confidence and it blew out of proportion. the mother says we may not hang out for the time being and my uncle broke my cell phone. i am not sure if the mother took her cell phone but im pretty sure she did. the mother is looking to press charges to the cops and the school for telling me that her daughter was at fault. what should i do in order to see the daughter again? p.s i really like her
I live in Pennsylvania and I am a mother of a two year old little girl. A few weeks ago upon getting her back, she had nearly third degree burns on her finger from her messing with something extremely hot while her father was on a completely different floor in the house. She also comes back with other random welts on her. I've also monitored his parenting with her, and she literally runs around the house without his supervision, putting it on other household members to watch her, and even unsupervised in general, so he can play his video games, He also doesn't give her balanced meals, instead just gives her junk food all day long and doesn't get her to bed until close to midnight. He also had a history with getting violent with me. Would this be enough grounds to get full custody of my daughter? Please, I am a desperate mom in desperate need to try to make my little girl's life better.
heres the deal, he mother of my child is providing an unfit environment for my child. My reasons for feeling this way is due to he fact that she is in an abusive relationship where her boyfriend hits her. Not only that but it got to the pt where she had him arrested and put a restraining order on him. but get this she bails him out asap and violates her own injunction by allowing him to move back. Now he was arrested again cuz of the case and was put on electronic monitoring at his mothers house and now the mom is staying over therewith my daughter and her other daughter to be close to this so-called b/f.(trying to file a report but do not know whereabouts of mom or my child).Mom has not let me see my child since i filed for custody and called department of children and families on her. Also i just come to find out from my ex's own mother that the b/f has put hot sauce in my daughters mouth. My daughter is not a bad kid or anywhere near the degree to resort to that type of discipline(and im not one of those naive parents who think there kid never does anything wrong). Can i make a case or not to get my daughter????? please help!!!
the thing is i pay child support every month but i never went through court to set up visitation rights because it wasn't an issue till she got into an abusive relationship. DCF told me to find out where they are at then file a report. i can't afford a lawyer but i did pay to file for custody on my own. im in the state of florida btw
Okayy... I had a teacher last year who has a daughter who is a junior ( iam a senior). The teacher said her daughter is a fanatic about running & changes her clothes & runs as SOOON as she comes home from school. This includes raining in the pouring rain or deep snow. She is GORGEOUS, SKINNYYYY, naturally blonde & all the guys think she is hot. Nonetheless, she has beautiful clothes, friends & is naturally ATHLETIC! I have a dumpy body & fat ass and HUGE saddle bags no matter how thin I get. My boobs are too small for my body (i mean they are not proportioned to my fat ass & saddle bags). I have HORRIBLE legs & have not worn shorts ONCE this summer! (Xcept to bed, boxer shorts). The doctor and ppl tell me that I am the "perfect weight," but I think I am atrocious. I used to lift weights, & not gonna lie, I had lovely tricepts. Then I got sick and lost muscle & then seriously became chubby, or "obese" (for liek 6 months & i have lost liek 18 lbs since & am considered "perfect" by medical professionals). I have some kind of joint problems & get frequent tingling of my leg and arms that the doctors cannot diagnose despite copious tests (i eat gluten & dairy free, so pleaseee dont go into that. this helped me shed the inital 10 lbs in a couple of weeks). This comes & goes and often interferes w/ my ability to exercise (the heat makes my legs & arms go numb & my face and upper arms become pink/purple flushing with it). My dad says that I "do not exercise at all & never will". My folks keep putting me down, but goood lord... this makes me feel incapable & yet i feel like my body is never goood enough anyways! I eat UNBELIEVABLY healthy & low glycemic vegan (sometimes i eat fish), but yet i always feel unnatractive (not my face, but my body). I used to run (liek 3 years ago), but my joints would be EXCRUCIATING after a while & now when i run i LITTERALLY trip over my own feet! I either want to be reallly skinny & petite w/ hip & rib bones jutting out (like Nicole Richie), or reaally buff w/ 6 pack or tricepts. I knoe these bodies might deter me, b/c they are hard to reach & maybee hard to achieve. But I personally HATE the "curvy, soft" female figure that some women try to achieve. I dont want a body like that at all. yuck. My mother tells me that I have "curvy hips" & my grandmother tells me that I am shapely & have a nice butt. I hate it when they tell me this & am offended. Katie Price (Jordan) has the PERFECT body & i want her 32FF boooobs & slim hips! But is this classmate of mine so motivated to exercise b/c she is naturally skinny & athletic, yet i am a DUMP w/ noo coordination (in 5th grade I was the seccond to last runner running the mile in GYM class. The only kid behind me was the fat kid w/ aspergers.)
how can i get myself to exercisee?
i try not to compare myself to other girls anymore, but that does not help my MOTIVATION to exercise?
the irony is... ppl at school & ppl have told me that i seem verry confident & outgoing. also, guys check me out a lot. idk why... deep inside i am writhing about my body.
okay, my gf lives alone with her mother (her mother is hot, around 35 yrs old, looks like 25).
i'm her daughter's bf, and go to her apartment frequently, even sleep over, eat, etc. they treat me like I'm her daughter's fiance and etcetra,
yesterday, I went over and her daughter wasn't home, but at dance lessons.
SO I entered, since we were comfortable and such. I dont know what lead to me and her mother having sex, but during sex, I cried out my girlfriend's name by mistake(since I was used to crying it out while I had sex with my gf).
and her mother stopped, and got off of me. and said "You already had sex with my daughter?"
Now I'm scared, because my gf didn't want her mother to know she had sex before marriage.
What can I do to prevent the mother from talking(and revealing the fact she knows) that her daughter is no longer virgin/has active sex life, etc?
listen, I dont want her to tell because itd break my gf's heart, its not for me, its for her.
her mother is 36 now, daughter and me are 18, so she had her when she was 18
Learning To Be My Fathers Daughter
At 12, my brother would put on a driver's cap
and climb up into the bulky black Chevrolet.
He was a chaffeur,
he'd drive us out of Asbestos, all the way
To San Francisco.
One trip I had him stop the car.
It was hot, midsummer,
the car was a black oven
and we were baking, jammed into the back seat,
me and my three sisters.
I clambered onto the roof
and my brother was suddenly
there behind me, he threw me off
onto the pavement
the way you'd toss a sack of rice
down, just to see the grains, white and
polished pour out of the split burlap.
I saw the blood on my elbows and knees.
I remember screaming and then
there was my father, disturbed while he calculated
the prices of mining stocks,
he picked me up and dangled me, don't cry
shook me like a mop, it doesn't hurt
told me how he'd learned to control
the pain of an abscess when he was only 15
by imagining it elsewhere, outside his body.
When my mother was air-lifted
from the garage filled with carbon monoxide,
registered at the hospital DOA
and my father had her cremated
before her children even arrived, refusing
a funeral, I didn't even whimper,
I took that pain and pushed it
as far outside my body as I could
I watched it dangle in space beside my fathers pain,
I saw that they didn't think they were related,
those two pains, although
they were father and daughter.
anyone? haha
Friday, October 30, 2009
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