Man, people just get all huffy when you don't turn out the way they thought they wanted you to, don't they? Of course, Ma's objections don't really bug me too much; dead as she is, she doesn't really harangue me very often, and when she does visit it's more often pleasant than unpleasant. Which helps to make up for a lifetime of venom and ( Read more... )

This is what my parents and friends would have said, if I had any, when I announced (if I had done such a thing) that I wanted to have a ranch and train horses "for a living." That is, for my life. It doesn't really have anything to do with making a living, at least not the way working at a bank has to do with making a living, or being a nurse, or ( Read more... )

I'm really not entertained by that. But what will be will be. *uncle*

dar

*yawn* I have got to get rid of this chair. Last night I fell asleep in the cushy upholstered rocking chair (take the rocking part anyway you like) right after supper during A Fish Called Wanda. Managed to wake up for a while til mr. dar went to bed, then immediately fell asleep again during CSI: Weekends (one I hadn't seen before, no less), and ( Read more... )