I must confess that during the past week I've developed a huge crush on b12b.
Yeah well Im just lucky she hasn't asked for tips yet---I woudn't put it past her!
So, so sorry, I think we posted at about the same time.
Or, I was still typing when you posted. Even I'm not that much of a bitch.
Move over, DD. Seriously. Get in line.
Hm... I think I might have a little (ok, not so little) advantage over you. Now if we can just do something about that pesky partner of his...
Let's let b12 decide.
If he hasn't run screaming from the thread...
Gclef go back a few pages--once my mother asked me if I stole her vibrator.
...................at least it wasn't on Christmas.
*sprays on cologne*
I think I'll just pry my foot out of my mouth now, and finish my coffee.
shameless --- Ha! I'm "confessing" my biography. Not that "juicy" though.
My birthday is 11/06/1962. I put the "19" in there, in case you thought I was a Civil War baby.
Mom lives on Bainbridge Island in Puget Sound. Such a gorgeous place! Looks like a Grimm fairytale up there with enormous green trees everywhere. It's booming these days with wealthy transported Californians building "Sound of Music" scale manses, but when my cousins moved up there in the early '60s, it was "pioneer country." They bought their waterfront property for a song (when so few people lived anywhere near there). Now it's worth a fortune. I always feel like I'm going back in time to "Our Town" or "Peyton Place" when I go up there to visit. It's a 30-minute ferry boat ride from Seattle.
The only downside to all of this "idyllic scenario" is that Mom's health isn't very good these days. I get so depressed when I go up there. She has emphysema now, and it's doing a number on her. She's becoming more reclusive and weakened by it, and it's very hard to watch. She's got great doctors up there and lots of family, and she's very happy (considering). She would die in four minutes down here in L.A. with me. At least she can still get around on her own up there, which she does... just increasingly not as often.
b12, how am I supposed to make a smart-ass comment about you after reading that?
Im sorry to hear that.....Thoughts and Prayers
Oh, b12, that is so sad. Emphysema is horrible. Your poor mama.
I was born 9/22/1962.
*puts on mascara, bats eyelashes*
Sorry to hear about your mom, b12b.
I love Bainbridge Island, though I must confess (this being the Confessions thread) that I've only driven through on my way to Kitsap and Olympic Penninsulas. I live in Seattle - well, the eastern suburbs.
Okay, I took WAY to long to type that last one, and missed all these hilarious posts! I gotta drink more coffee and catch up.
First of all, I have huge crushes on all of you. (Well... MOST of you.) I keep thinking I can "see" all of you in my mind. Probably crazy. I've never joined a message board before, until this one. I just started reading some of the posts one day and thought you all seemed like passionate people with interesting, funny (and sometimes shocking) things to say about a subject that I held near and dear.
Now, I'm flattered beyond repair today. (Makes up for the times I've had my head handed to me on some of my previous comments.)
Thanks to all of you! A very nice "after Christmas" present.
Santa will put something nice in your stocking next year.
MOST of us...
I confess that I have VERY bad timing today.
Since, I'm still too tired to write my bio, I'll make a cheesey confession.
I left my parents' house last night thinking that it had been one of the most boring days ever. Then, when I called my mom to tell her that I'd made it home safely, she told me that the card I'd given my dad had made his Christmas. As soon as I left, he brought it over to her and told her to read it. My dad does not do things like that. So, that made my Christmas too.
That's very sweet.
See, I'm only evil on the outside.
You're not evil at all. Don't front with me.
I might as well "confess" more... The hardest part about Mom is knowing what she used to be! A half-century ago she was an "ingenue" actress in New York in the '50s. She did Broadway and live TV, and has incredible stories to tell from it. Then, when we moved to Kansas (where she was born and raised), she went back to school in her 40s and became a 5th grade schoolteacher. She always wanted to be either an actress or a schoolteacher... those were her dreams... and she did both.
Now I see her mostly reading, watching TV, and worrying about the craziest LITTLE details of life. The fearless, eccentric lady that raised me is gone. And there is a nice, scared little old lady in her place. Just trying to find enough breath and energy to go to the grocery store or the library.
Jesus, b12. I'm at work and you're making me tear up!!
Sorry, Rath! Not fair of me. Too much of a "confession" no doubt... and I didn't mean to start a Pity Party. Mom is doing the best she can, and she still has a VERY good attitude, considering. We just talk about "her world" even if it's not as eventful as it used to be. She still jokes and laughs. And until recently she was still going out on auditions and working as an (occasional) actress. I think she's done with that now. It's too hard for her to take the ferry into Seattle anymore. But we deal with the cards we're handed, and do the best we can, right? She's had and has MANY blessings.
I love you.
Really.
Would you consider marrying a lesbian on the other coast?
Abso-friggin'-lutely!
And we'll both sing at the wedding.
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