tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347842339362331949.post4507226175371370368..comments2023-03-28T06:12:47.541-05:00Comments on So What if I'm Not Typical? I'm Still Fun.: My Mother Medea*Not Typical, Yet Funhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15998904823602060541noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347842339362331949.post-30569200488394867842010-04-19T01:02:50.752-05:002010-04-19T01:02:50.752-05:00Hilly, I appreciate your concern and thank you for...Hilly, I appreciate your concern and thank you for how considerate you are. Thank you for becoming my fourth follower. You know how much it means to me to know that people are reading the blog.<br /><br />Candance, I am guessing it was Brenda with whom you shared that epiphany. I only wish I would have gotten your advice earlier and bought her a present. I am all about shaming her and making her feel bad. To quote you, "I didn't really mean that last part. Okay, fine. I totally did." Also, though I am getting more readers and followers, I will never forget you were my first. As they say, you always remember your first.Not Typical, Yet Funhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15998904823602060541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347842339362331949.post-86144561620357645102010-04-18T22:26:17.782-05:002010-04-18T22:26:17.782-05:00I think we once realized that your mother is my mo...I think we once realized that your mother is my mother, only in Spanish. Or maybe it was Brenda and me. Anyway, little gift and a card. Be the bigger person. And maybe shame her. I didn't really mean that last part. Okay, fine. I totally did. <br /><br />I'm sorry that I laughed. And that I haven't pimped your blog yet. I flirted with a boy on the phone and slept yesterday. Today, I have puppies. What the hell?Candancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08159026806364774217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347842339362331949.post-13767911426141274632010-04-18T21:47:07.751-05:002010-04-18T21:47:07.751-05:00I wish that you had said something more on Friday ...I wish that you had said something more on Friday night. Well I know that you are being a bigger person for being there with her at this very moment!!!! I am proud of you, because I know how extremely difficult it is to put feelings aside and be a bigger person. My heart aches for you.Hillynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347842339362331949.post-9153401908020588622010-04-14T00:04:26.937-05:002010-04-14T00:04:26.937-05:00Thanks for the advice. I may follow you up on that...Thanks for the advice. I may follow you up on that. I guess I should also stop being stubborn and try to start communicating again.Not Typical, Yet Funhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15998904823602060541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347842339362331949.post-71876443856619227712010-04-13T23:48:31.141-05:002010-04-13T23:48:31.141-05:00Well, hell. You certainly do have a conundrum on ...Well, hell. You certainly do have a conundrum on your hands there. I am no sage, but I say, give you mom a little card and a present. Act normal. Next week, after she's enjoyed her My-Son-Is-A-Bigger-Person-Than-I Birthday moment, see if you can talk to her. And be nice, and honest, and tell her that you're sorry you got upset, but that she isn't the only one who lost someone. And tell her that it was a huge BLOW to be abandoned by them far from home (if this is indeed how you feel). You may have been rude for an instant, but their revenge was a little over the top. <br /><br />Feel free to totally ignore me and do your own thing, of course :) <br /><br />So glad you're blogging! <3 trinityTrinity (of haiku tofu)https://www.blogger.com/profile/07973491078575519603noreply@blogger.com