Side note: Fiona, you're right - Tidbits is a satisfying little word. And yes, it sounds like cat food.
Another way I'm weird: sometimes I'm psychic about which elevator will come. There are three elevators in our office building - you push one button, one of three will soon open. Sometimes I feel strongly that one certain elevator will be the one to open. Typical of me - I'm psychic about something lame, like which elevator will open, rather than something useful like lottery numbers or when my children are about to swallow something dangerous.
Rock and I have two friends who are going through difficult situations. The good news is that apparently, he and I are the reliable friends who can be turned to in times of crisis and be counted on for advice and assistance. This makes me feel good about us. We're solid and people trust us. OMG, I think we're grownups.
And I know, I KNOW, this is mean, but I'm truly surprised that some of the people I was friends with in school have turned into "Praise the Lord" Christians who post wacky religious stuff on Facebook. One of them just posted, "Another great day in my life - Thanks God for looking after me!!!" A few months ago, he said something about waiting on God's big "O" moment and I could.not.stop.laughing. No no, don't worry about me - I've been going to hell for years.
I'm almost to 200 posts! What should we do to commemorate that? Have a contest, ask me questions, what? I hit 100 posts last year and posted pictures of the whole family. What would you like to see this year?
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- Shelly
- Thirty-gulp-nine year old wife and mother. Though I will talk about my family from time to time, this will not be a mommy blog. Cast of Characters: Rock - husband Supergirl - 13 year old daughter Wildman - 9 year old son Bear - 2 year old son
6 comments:
I'll see you in hell, sister! :)
Shelly - I know I'll have lots of great company! : )
OMG! I had a really good guy friend in college who found me later via some reunion site right around 2000. He ended up sending out all kinds of emails about how he quit his stressful job to spend more time with his God, his wife and his kids. Then we got into a whole 'religion' discussion and he told me flat out that he'd miss me in Heaven, because I was GOING TO HELL.
We aren't friends any longer.
Save me a seat on the bus, will ya?
I have been thinking the EXACT SAME THING about the people from my high school turning uber religious. Even ones who you wouldn't have thought it of in a million years. Odd.
Also, and THIS is mean, but I too probably have a nice little burning pit reserved in my name in an exclusive ring of fire in hell, but I would feel good about being the friends people turn to not because it makes me feel like a grown up, but because it means I know everything that's going on. ;) I like knowing shit.
Hyphen,
Sister, you know you can sit by me! I'd have dumped a "friend" like that, too.
Fiona - thank goodness I'm not the only one thinking that. Life takes strange turns, doesn't it?
And yeah, there's that, too. I LOVE knowing the dirt (and I so rarely do!).
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