tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449730019295901209.post6903072649454905448..comments2023-12-25T07:30:21.417-08:00Comments on Hairline Fracture: Odd Mom OutAlisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10065962367181064516noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449730019295901209.post-62105585604094105662008-04-04T18:01:00.000-07:002008-04-04T18:01:00.000-07:00When I had my kids and began navigating the mom ci...When I had my kids and began navigating the mom circles, I was (naively) shocked to find that the cliques from high school were all still there. But I think I would have enjoyed sitting with you on those bleachers.Rimahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15883046753707687727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449730019295901209.post-54779451657586786752008-03-29T18:20:00.000-07:002008-03-29T18:20:00.000-07:00Something about gym class brings out the people-wa...Something about gym class brings out the people-watcher in me too. I guess I don't have any other situation in life where the only thing to do for that hour is to observe the behaviour of those around me. I keep wishing they'd come out with something outrageous like that $200 highlighting crack so I can at least get a blog post out of it.Beahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15957626443087438904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449730019295901209.post-62575321692277050942008-03-28T14:41:00.000-07:002008-03-28T14:41:00.000-07:00Fantastic post! I feel you on all points. Have y...Fantastic post! I feel you on all points. Have you seen that new (silly) sitcom Miss Guided? An uncomfortable reminder that high school politics don't end with graduation for some people.SAHMmy Sayshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03312083333399431135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449730019295901209.post-69990632716729367982008-03-28T12:57:00.000-07:002008-03-28T12:57:00.000-07:00I was going to comment on your post (something abo...I was going to comment on your post (something about how those kind of women are so annoying), but vanessa's comment blew me away. I can't even imagine having a mother like that!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449730019295901209.post-21113674111960129642008-03-27T23:17:00.000-07:002008-03-27T23:17:00.000-07:00The ladies you describe are the perfect picture of...The ladies you describe are the perfect picture of my mother. She used to keep me home from school if she deemed me to be having a "bad hair day" because it simply embarrassed her too much for me to leave the house looking like I did. (Did wonders for my already fragile self esteem of being told I was fat at 89 pounds.) I was the kid who had my hair highlighted to an inch of its life and I remember my scalp burning and my eyes tearing up. As soon as I could, I moved away and after living on the west coast, in Seattle specifically, felt like I had found my people. Now she refuses to let me park my one year old with 4,000 miles on it Toyota Corolla in front of the house lest the neighbors might see it. She constantly asks me when I'm getting a "new car." I tell her I have a new car. She says, "no, I mean a REAL car!" Yes I am embarrassed to admit this is my mother.Vanessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14149777435132497067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449730019295901209.post-86745253348000958262008-03-27T18:50:00.000-07:002008-03-27T18:50:00.000-07:00I'm always the odd Mom out too. Do you live in the...I'm always the odd Mom out too. Do you live in the South by chance? Because I swear you just described every woman I've ever met here.Blog Antagonisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09378330862349859998noreply@blogger.com