This blog post started out as something entirely different as those on my personal page know. lol I was trying to quickly make myself some breakfast and glancing at the Today show. It was talking about the Abercrombie issue and they were talking to a plus size blogger.
Is that even what I’m supposed to say? Plus size, fat, skinny, anorexic, tiny, thin, obese, short, smelly, I believe these are all non-pc words now right? I can’t use any of them? Well we all know how fucking pc I like to be.
Online friends are something very different. You can count them as some of your very best friends, yet you’ve never met in person. Some will debate if that’s a “real” friendship or not. They can debate all they want. I for one, know that yes, my online friends are indeed real friends.
Online friends are there all hours of the day and night. I’ve made online friends in all time zones. Someone is always up and always online to reply to an email or a quick text for those really good online friends that we’ve exchanged phone numbers as well.
“Mommy has a potty mouth” posted this video and I thought it would be really fun to pass it on. It’s an old Vick’s commercial.
My Mom taught me to do this. I wonder if she got it from the commercial or before?
Mom had an in-home daycare which means I grew up with a ton of kids. She has much more patience than I ever could find to have raised all those kids. And raise them she did. Most of the kids were at our house from around 6am to 5 or 6pm. I can remember many a night that they were there even later having dinner with us which was NOT ok by my Mom’s standards. 12 hour days watching someone else’s kids are long enough.
I know for most that sounds like a nightmare. For me, it was too short.
Now that my in-laws both live in Eastern Washington we’re lucky to see them twice a year. I could easily spend another week visiting both their houses. I miss them terribly and especially since no one’s getting younger.
My stepmother-in-laws health isn’t awesome. She’s doing a great job by going to water aerobics class regularly and seeing her doctors, but she’s more frail each time we see her. If they still lived close we probably wouldn’t notice the decline. But it always slaps me in the face with worry when I first see her again. Dad is so awesome about watching over her and still keeping her 100% independent.
