Tales From Janet Land

"I'm not sure what I'm supposed to taste besides pain"...

My kids all love fake chicken...better than the real stuff. And Kate is fond of saying, "nobody had to die so we could eat, right Mommy?" whenever I serve it.

I get choked up on Remembrance Day, too. Emma had to go to the mall the week before to sing to some veterans. When she got home, I asked her how it went. She said that she was a bit surprised. I asked her why and she said, "I always thought veterans were old, Mommy. But there were some guys and girls there who looked like they were in high school." And then I *really* got choked up.

This was a great catch up post, Mel.

I wonder...

I pretty much only use canvas bags, too and they're really handy. Plus those plastic ones are good for much after you get home. I keep one in the car for emergency grocery store trips and then have a whole slew of them at home. Our local grocery store charges for plastic bags to try to get people to switch to canvas. It works.

Life is too short to eat fat free cheese.

I'd be too scared to try this.

Okay...I should bite my tongue...or fingers...whatever...

Please, when you have time and it won't just become something extra to stress you out, go and see someone reputable about the herbs and vitamins and supplements. They will work with whatever you're doing from a medical standpoint. It's not all or nothing or one or the other. They will also be able to weed out what is actually useful for you and help you figure out what works. All I'm saying is that it can't hurt.

And by the way...you are doing the right thing. Cut yourself some slack. Not so easy, I know. But try. Okay?

Thanks!

Wow. And I thought I was a bad mommma for Kevin.

You watch what you say about us coffee drinkers...

What was the paintball experience that left Kitty uneasy?

Your "boss" often sounds like a pain in the keester. You know what I recommend for crabbiness...

Hmmm...I always think it's the quirks that make it special.

Sometimes I hate learning stuff like that because it just reinforces the fact that I'm going to f*ck my kids up royally.

Well, I was going to say that I'd miss you, but from the number of posts I missed while I was weekending it up, I'll be too busy catching up with you to miss you.

But you know what, my sweet? You still stood up for yourself, even though you spent the day crying. You wouldn't have done that a year ago. You would have totally given in on the support issue. You got the cheque, put your foot down and I'm proud of you. I know it doesn't seem like the progress is that great, but Gwennie...it *is*.One thing at a time. You're doing it.

Oooh...chocolate chip cookies and ice cream! I want some, too!

I hope your grandparents have a safe trip and a wonderful stay.So hard not to worry about the people we love the most, eh?

A is sounding w-a-a-y too familiar...

I also have an abnormal fear of mice, as you know. But I had a girlfriend who had a pet rat named Carmen that I didn't mind...figure that one out!

I loved the staircase, too!

I wish that you had had that bottle of wine and called me up! Don won't be here until after two o'clock and I'm almost finished with primping and cleaning.

You can handle it. Look at what you've handled thus far. Really, darling, take a moment to reflect on everything that you've accomplished and the fears you've faced and the progress towards real happiness that you've made. You can handle G's daughter moving in. If you couldn't, it wouldn't be happening, right?