Now this is why I love having Painty around - such interesting suggestions....
and I know I don't need to figure out what's eating me emotionally - I already know. I come from a family of 6 kids. In my family if you are an alcoholic, drug addict, live with a succession of ppl, have children out of marriage, be constantly in financial ruin, then you are Daddy's favorite because he needs to be needed. He likes to keep such siblings under his thumb and control their lives, but the payoff is pretty big because Dad has money. However if you are like me and the DH, who never ask for anything, try to lead unmessy lives and have a pretty good life, then Dad does mean, and generally not nice things to us and treats our children horribly. I've decided that I just have to stay away from him for my own emotional well being, but that also means I have to distance myself from my Mom, which eats me up. So that is my excuse I use for obsessive eating. Pretty good, huh?
Peaches, get thee to a nunnery! I've always wanted to say that to someone-he-he.
Katrina, I know, I know, my situation isn't unique, lots of ppl out there with better excuses to be a compulsive eater, but it's the only excuse I have. So tell me about your family... it always makes me feel like mine is more normal when I hear the stories of other disfunctionals.
I was the Bunco queen on saturday.... I won most buncos! 30 bucks - I'm rich! We had apple martinis - almost as yummy as margies. Almost.
They didn't get married in the hotel; they were just staying there and when their reception ended early, somewhere else, because of the lights going out, they all came back to the hotel. Nobody would get married in this hotel; it would be like getting married in a gas station (albeit, one with a pool and a bar).
Wabbit, I think yours is one of the best emotional eating reasons I've ever heard. I'm giving you a prize. Just go here and type in this number: 450-7456 Enjoy!
Well, I've wasted almost the entire day! Hooray for me! Now I think I should go try to do something, anything.
at least the crack laced lentils had some flavour-----just got back from dd's golf tournament {high school competition} fun-----------kiwonkers!!! if i came upon such a party in a hotel i would be the first one to sit down and join in ---i LOVE that sort of thing!!!! dh is not into that,but i love it----in fact dd17 and i were playing guitar and singing just tonight---she is picking out something to sing at the highschool coffeehouse-------i am enjoying her so much this year----and next year she says she is 'going away' to university======DEpressing!!!!!-----i really miss my other dd19 she is happy though which is a comfort=====like i said---getting old SUCKS-----at least i have ds9 but he has turned into a serious"daddy's boy"====boohoooo=====change of subject-----
I HAVE OFFICIALLY STARTED MY SEASONAL DISPLAYS-----THANKSGIVING IS THIS WEEKEND SO I SHALL BEGIN WITH THAT-----ANYONE NEED A PHOTO,NOTIFY ME AT [email protected]-------------i am cleaning out my regular mail box and it will be back in order soon-----------------even if you don't want a display picture,you will probably get one anyway,because as you know i am a braggart regarding Display Season.Amen
I THOUGHT the "Bezirksschornsteinfegermeister" aka the chimney sweep, who is basically just a glorified furnace man, was supposed to come today some time between 7:30 and 10:00 a.m. but now that I read the little card again, I see he's not coming until tomorrow. And here I am all showered and dressed with shoes and lipstick on. Hrmphhhhhhh. What am I going to do for the rest of the day? Just think what I could accomplish. Heh. Back to bed for me!
Poor Wabby. I didn't know it was that bad. You're such a pillar of strength to be able to put up with that. You're right to limit contact with people who make you feel uncomfortable. It's just not worth it to have the energy sucked out of you for nothing.
Thanksgiving displays so far: 0 (waiting for Bagzie's pictures so I can glue them onto cardboard and make a mobile).
Dh is on a business trip until tomorrow night so I'm holding down the fort on my own. Entertain me.
It comforts me to know that there is sex after menopause.
We had apple martinis - almost as yummy as margies. Almost.
