tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748884779372791877.post2211523139693850016..comments2023-11-05T04:18:45.549-08:00Comments on Formerly Fun: Well At Least There Were No Issues With Wire Hangersformerly funhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04915882376165190052noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748884779372791877.post-16639132683606743632009-07-03T13:55:48.861-07:002009-07-03T13:55:48.861-07:00I just loved this post.
It didn't mirror ex...I just loved this post. <br /><br />It didn't mirror exactly my childhood but it was pretty close. I remember very few times that my mother actually made dinner. If she did, she ruined the meal by forgetting to salt it or forgetting to not scorch it or whatever. My father made more dinners, but they were normally tuna sandwiches. My kids are gonna get like gourmet meals, mainly because compared to what I grew up on, I eat gourmet meals in my house like every day.Blueshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14014949557018388159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748884779372791877.post-51935170133199944232009-06-17T06:32:15.511-07:002009-06-17T06:32:15.511-07:00Nice work!Nice work!Del-Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10177208284239709601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748884779372791877.post-83655164313088118942009-06-15T13:37:01.816-07:002009-06-15T13:37:01.816-07:00My mom...well, she wanted things to be acceptable ...My mom...well, she wanted things to be <i>acceptable</i> and <i>nice</i>. Sometimes I wish I was more rebellious as a child, or that my life was different than all the other suburban white girls, somehow. <br /><br />But I like who I am now, more or less. So wishing to change that would jut be pointless. <br /><br />Your childhood sounds fascinating.Rassleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12370070146085209687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748884779372791877.post-17401948040545482822009-06-15T07:50:26.328-07:002009-06-15T07:50:26.328-07:00You make do, right? My mom worked and was very suc...You make do, right? My mom worked and was very successful, and it meant that I'd have to wait around after school sometimes, and we went to Morrison's cafeteria to eat a couple times a week, and I'd go hang out at her office when she was overloaded and couldn't find someone to watch me. But you know what? She did a damn good job of raising me and building a successful career. Sounds like your mom did, too.Gypsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14327359141716141220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748884779372791877.post-53492932468911721802009-06-15T04:56:50.026-07:002009-06-15T04:56:50.026-07:00Oy vey, this makes me think of my own 'Smother...Oy vey, this makes me think of my own 'Smother Mother'. A smart and beautiful, yet unendingly tense woman.<br />Everything was going to be p.e.r.f.e.c.t...her, my brother and I, my dad, our house, our clothing, even the family dog.<br />It was awful.<br />What I would have given to have laughter instead of shame, embarrassment, tension and keeping secrets over normal human foibles.<br />Oh well...we didn't get wire hangers either. And, once I learned to laugh at myself, I never stopped.Mongolian Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18277544884313115003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748884779372791877.post-9951928518680012672009-06-14T16:44:42.871-07:002009-06-14T16:44:42.871-07:00At 24, I was in the midst of a drug induced crisis...At 24, I was in the midst of a drug induced crisis of my own making. Trying to get out of Seattle and to find a safe place to land. I couldn't take care of myself. So I'm impressed that your mom kept you alive at that age. What's a skipped breakfast now and again?<br /><br />This post has gotten me thinking that sometimes I try too hard. I mean, I'm not saying I'm going to start neglecting my kids, but my Mom worked <i>hard</i> with us and both my sister and I spent most of our teens, twenties (and in my sister's case thirties) fighting her and fucking about. I guess there's probably some middle ground between neglect and smothering, huh?A Free Manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01038930031019179647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748884779372791877.post-90789796338088619992009-06-14T05:00:52.655-07:002009-06-14T05:00:52.655-07:00My husband's parents forgot him at school too,...My husband's parents forgot him at school too, youngest of five kids syndrome, etc. But it sounds like your mom did what she could to try and make it all happen. <br /><br />And to think one day we'll be the subject of our kids blog posts... they'll be all traumatized and emo that we put them on the naughty step and let them play wii while we were on the internet.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16551259120717710718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748884779372791877.post-27226135767418184262009-06-13T12:40:33.194-07:002009-06-13T12:40:33.194-07:00Your mom sounds awesome, imperfectly awesome. I t...Your mom sounds awesome, imperfectly awesome. I think you're right about our mistakes being the things our kids will remember and (hopefully) laugh about when they grow up. I'm always laughing about the fucked up things in life. Sometimes, I think it's the only thing that keeps me from losing my mind.Gwenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11098013076632075762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748884779372791877.post-82297706753457811882009-06-13T10:39:00.089-07:002009-06-13T10:39:00.089-07:00My kids are going to need therapy before I'm f...My kids are going to need therapy before I'm finished with them . . . <br /><br />(btw, you win the Word Verification of the day award . . . "moporifi". What a cool word!)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com