That's Casey on horse number 2, she outgrew number 1. Wasn't she cute? Yeah, she was still cute a few years later when she entered junior high. She grew boobs and got some braces and the world changed. For the first time, she realized her mom wasn't perfect.
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We lived out in the country, so on my days (time divided with her father) I had to drive her 22 miles to school. One way. I am not a morning person. Mornings blur me, I'm kind of half witted and grouchy...and I always worked nights. I hated getting dressed just to come home and go back to sleep. So it became a habit to pull on leggings under my nightgown, suck down some coffee and go. I'd drop her off at school and head back to the farm. One day she told me sullenly that it embarrassed her, the way I wore my jammies to drop her off. Sigh. I don't know why, but, it irritated me. Let me put in here right now, that this is one of the few times I was irritated by my daughter. I can't even say pissed off when I'm typing about her. People will think it's because she is my child, but, that's not quite it. Casey is so sweet. We, in the family, always say she was born with extra heart. She's just a good, kind, decent person and always has been. She didn't get that from me. Anyway, She was a good kid who almost always did what you asked, never got in trouble and loved everyone. But, that day....geez..there it was, staring me in the face..Jr. High politics. It's the meanest, isn't it?
We lived out in the country, so on my days (time divided with her father) I had to drive her 22 miles to school. One way. I am not a morning person. Mornings blur me, I'm kind of half witted and grouchy...and I always worked nights. I hated getting dressed just to come home and go back to sleep. So it became a habit to pull on leggings under my nightgown, suck down some coffee and go. I'd drop her off at school and head back to the farm. One day she told me sullenly that it embarrassed her, the way I wore my jammies to drop her off. Sigh. I don't know why, but, it irritated me. Let me put in here right now, that this is one of the few times I was irritated by my daughter. I can't even say pissed off when I'm typing about her. People will think it's because she is my child, but, that's not quite it. Casey is so sweet. We, in the family, always say she was born with extra heart. She's just a good, kind, decent person and always has been. She didn't get that from me. Anyway, She was a good kid who almost always did what you asked, never got in trouble and loved everyone. But, that day....geez..there it was, staring me in the face..Jr. High politics. It's the meanest, isn't it?
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The more I thought about it, the more ticked I got. And I'd like to add that I did not sleep in lingerie, I slept in oversize T's back then with goofy prints, like the "hang in there" cat. Nothing sexy. I doubt seriously that any of the oh, so, sophisticated junior high kids even noticed me slumped in the car as she scrambled out. AND..I think you all know I come from real embarrassment. Serious humiliation memories. I need a shrink..I digress..
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I decided they'd never seen me, it was all in her head, but, I'd make sure they saw me that day when I picked her up. Oh, yeah. Jeez..this is bad, but, I've started it, so here goes...
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I found a pair of polyester stretchy pink slacks at the used store. They were too tight and too short with a buldging zipper up the side. Eww. I paired them up with tube top and an open plaid flannel shirt. I wore big plastic hoop earrings and neon green high top sneakers. I ratted my hair to Texas and back and slapped on a ton of makeup. I looked like a cross between a bad tranny and Tammy Faye Baker. Not satisfied yet...I blacked out one of my front teeth with eyebrow pencil. Then I drove to the school, got out, lit a smoke, leaned against a tree by the door and waited for Casey. When she came tripping out with her friends I yelled (in a real hillbilly drawl) "Hey Casey, honey! Over here! I been a waitin'! We got that there Tuna Helper ya'll like so much at home! Yeeeeeee haw!"
I found a pair of polyester stretchy pink slacks at the used store. They were too tight and too short with a buldging zipper up the side. Eww. I paired them up with tube top and an open plaid flannel shirt. I wore big plastic hoop earrings and neon green high top sneakers. I ratted my hair to Texas and back and slapped on a ton of makeup. I looked like a cross between a bad tranny and Tammy Faye Baker. Not satisfied yet...I blacked out one of my front teeth with eyebrow pencil. Then I drove to the school, got out, lit a smoke, leaned against a tree by the door and waited for Casey. When she came tripping out with her friends I yelled (in a real hillbilly drawl) "Hey Casey, honey! Over here! I been a waitin'! We got that there Tuna Helper ya'll like so much at home! Yeeeeeee haw!"
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She was so shocked. I'll never forget her face. She tried ignoring me, but, I got behind them and followed them. Finally she gave up and gave me a piece of her mind. Which is real hard for Casey, because she's just so damn nice. Then she cracked up. All her friends cracked up and the crowd that had gathered too. We still laugh about it to this day. But, I'd like to say, Casey, I'm sorry your mama is so crazy sometimes. You probably deserved much better, but, you get what you get, kid...and I hope it helps to know that I not only love you, I always did like you too. You're a good egg.
She was so shocked. I'll never forget her face. She tried ignoring me, but, I got behind them and followed them. Finally she gave up and gave me a piece of her mind. Which is real hard for Casey, because she's just so damn nice. Then she cracked up. All her friends cracked up and the crowd that had gathered too. We still laugh about it to this day. But, I'd like to say, Casey, I'm sorry your mama is so crazy sometimes. You probably deserved much better, but, you get what you get, kid...and I hope it helps to know that I not only love you, I always did like you too. You're a good egg.
28 comments:
That's awesome. I'm picturing you in your pink leggings with the ill zipper and the missing toofs. Classic.
It was bad..I also had a couple of foam curlers in my hair. Man, I was an ass. I hope Casey reads that and comments. It would be great to hear it from her perspective.
Were they the pink foam curlers? LMAO!!!!!
Yep, with geen plastic snaps. I'll never forget the time I had finding them. No one uses them anymore.
I really liked that story, especially the end when you said that you love your daughter,but also like her. I've always said that; you will always love your children, but you don't have to like them. Sometimes people get confused about that, but it is very true. If anyone knows my son, you'd know EXACTLY what it means!
I also liked that blog about Heide Montag. All of it is so very true. You are a very intelligent woman with a gift to express your thoughts so eloquently(disregard the cuss words).LOL
I must say it again, I'm glad I found your blog, you always have something so interesting to say. Never any fluffy bullshit, just the truth, the way you see it.
Thanks. And that's true about like and love. Very true. I love my mother, but, sometimes, I don;t like her.
O.K. Pat! We will follow you anywhere!! Can't we get a mixture of all your thoughts---celebs, life, gardens, family! Surprise us and it will keep us on our toes.
You'll be the Dirty Disher---dishing out everything. This is kind of exciting. We'll never know what to expect.
And maybe we can throw in some things that piss us off. Then we can have a "gang" bitch!
That is the sweetest thing I have read in a long time. It brought a tear to my eye. Thanks.
I love how you have merged the two blogs. Perfect.
Is there spell check on here for leaving comments?
Also, I like how this blog looks in terms of the color. I lean toward cool tones.
Oh, I already pissed someone off in comments. And I really am too tired of fucking with blogs and goofy old ladies to give a shit. Guess what Friday is? Old lady check day. Yeah.
My irfanview broke. WTF am I supposed to do without Irfanview? The new one won't load. Fucking Picassa is stupid. Why use an axe to cut a stick of butter? These photo programs are too big and stupid.
Hey Pat! Yep, we'll just follow you around wherever you go. I always enjoy the workings of your mind, lady!
Nice story about Casey. I bet she thought twice before dropping THAT particular comment ever again! Sweet...
Hope you have a rockin' Fourth!
Thanks, Eric. Nice to see you here.
LOL...Old lady check day! You will survive, m'dear. And this story was so great....I wish you'd been my mom!!!
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LOL. Old Lady Check Day.
I hope the cats are good on food so you don't have to schlep 50 pound cat food bags!
I'll adopt you, you can be my virtual kid. :)
Fucking cat food. Oh, they'll need some, they keep enough stocked up for a year in case I die. We don't have public transportation here.
very sweet story! I have been keeping up with you just not commenting. I enjoy your posts of all types.
Holy crap! I thought my mom was the only one to drive us to school in her jammies. She threatened to get out and run around in her nightgown when we were being little shits once. We snapped right to attention. This made me laugh so hard! :-D
you remind me so much of me! whenever my youngest daughter draws a picture of me, my hair is always up in a f-ball because that's how she sees me every morning she gets up.
also, I wanted to mention to people that the phrase about loving but not liking is hurtful to a kid. my mother ( who by the way was a grouchy bitch most of my life) said it to me and it stings to this day. I was a normal kid who didn't cause trouble , worst i ever did was cut class here or there. it really made me feel worthless and I truly believe it has to do with issues i have with myself in my adult life. words hurt as much as fists sometimes.
Hey stop offereing to adopt people.... you ADOPTED me already and I don't want competition... :)
I loved the story.... sounds sooooo like you Pat, I can just visualize you... lmaoooo
As to loving and liking.... I guess I love my mom in a certain way but I sure don't like her much at all.... :(
am I the only one who sees a Lissa in Casey? I know they are aunt/neice but omg, Lissa is like a mini-me but minus the red hair. Same as me & my niece.
Great story though, my mum would have done that to me too for being a cheeky moo.
OMG! I do the same thing with my kids! I thought I was terrible, and my kids would hate me....though they usually laugh. When friends are over for dinner, I wait until the friend starts eating, then I loudly proclaim it is time to "say grace". My kids cringe, have told their friends I will do this, and it still works! GO CRAZY MOMS AND GRANDMAS!!!!! It gives our kids wonderful memories, and keeps our memory alive!!!! YAY!
Yea, old ladies just want to eff with everyone. Maybe thats what I will be like. I can't fix my hair in the mornings either. It's actually very funny sometimes. Makes me laff at me. Gawd, I would die if I was my own mom & appeared in public with my hair. I'm sure I embarrassed my kids as children, who knows.? But my real chance is now, as adults. Thanks for the heads up. I am gonna have fun with this. Pat, you are a scream. I wonder what you do at Halloween? Dress in a suit & heels?
Ah, Halloween is very important to me. I celebrate with decorations and costumes, little play acts when the trick or treaters come. It'a always a ta do. But, later, I have to do the ritual. It's Pagan New Year and I do that up right too, offering food to the spirts and welcoming them. If I don;t do it right, I truely believe my whoe year can be affected.
LOL, I'm remembering my daughters slumber parties, our house was popular for that kind of thing and I'd tell ghost stories and set the girls up for elaborate tricks. They still remember it.
And yes, I think Alissa and Casey do look alike. Liss looks exactly like her dad did at that age. Lis and Casey are so different though. Oh, my. But, Lis worships her Aunt Casey and gets so excited when she visits. She's definitly Casey's girl.
maybe if you offered something better for pagan new year you wouldn't be stuck with old lady check day. you must've done something to cheese them off.
OMG! I almost forgot about that. That was sooooooo embarrasing, I thought I was going to die at the moment it happend, yet soooooo freaking funny.
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