I was a huge baby. I learned the other day that my mom had to cut open the side of my baptism dress because I couldn’t fit in it. She couldn’t even get one arm through. I was adorable.
It’s okay, pup. I will gladly sacrifice the comfort of my legs to allow you to be cute and comfortable.
A POST WAS BLOCKED BECAUSE IT CONTAINED THE WORD “WHALES”
BUT I FIGURED IT WOULD ONLY MENTION THE WORD
AND NOT ACTUALLY HAVE PICTURES
SO I CLICKED “SHOW ANYWAY”
SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE THAT
I ALMOST THREWW UP
Eighty-nine years of life, over sixty years happily married to the same woman, six children, six grandchildren, seven great grandchildren. That is the mark my great grandfather left on this Earth. May he rest in peace and be reunited with his son.
We got home two hours ago from being at the hospital after spending about 9 hours with 10+ family members in the room. My older sister and I walked from her car into our house. My mom was taking an abnormally long time coming from her car with our little sister. I went outside to check on them - Sister sleeping. Mom crying in the front seat.
As soon as we parked our cars in our driveway, the moment we arrived home, my aunt called my mom from the hospital to tell her that their grandfather, my great grandfather, stopped breathing. They were all singing to him, and he stopped breathing.
I just stood there listening to my mom cry, she had yet to even leave the driver’s seat. I never know what to do. But today taught me to not be afraid to give comfort, to not be afraid to show affection, to not be afraid to reach out and help those who are expected to reach out and help me. So I held her when we got in the house. It was less than a minute before she said she was okay and had me let her go. It’s going to take time for my family to adjust.
I am glad I came home as quickly as I did. I wouldn’t have been here to help. I would have been just hours late of my great grandfather’s death.
But I am fine. We will be okay.
If you ever want me to cry just play the sad songs from the Strawberry Panic! OST and there ya go.
I can’t wait until I have my own car. I will no longer have to bother all my friends who have cars.
I want to go home and play my drums. I need to make music.
Here’s a swell idea:
Stop using ableist slurs, yeah, cool
I kind of taught one of my classes a little bit about gender-neutral pronouns and my teacher was VERY interested in learning more. He asked me if I could find more information about them (mostly ze/hir and singular they), as well as historical usage of such pronouns. I will be sharing the information with my class later this week.
If you could help me by sending me links to sources, that would be great. I am currently looking around online as well.
I’m going to sign up for a 1 credit PE course here that may or may not involve cardio kickboxing and interval training. I am excited.
“This may go against St. Augustine’s idea that truths, or what he and others consider to be religious truths, would do well to be served rhetorically garnished to make them a little more appetizing.”
I’ve reached the part of the writing response where I stop caring a little bit. Metaphors abound.
Don’t blame me for your ignorance.
Don’t ever tell me that I make you feel less smart.
How am I expected to respect people who don’t respect me?
So yes, I am a Writing major, and I am basically being trained to be an expert in grammar and rhetoric and all that stuff. But I will never NEVER be one of those people who don’t adapt to the way language adapts. I will never use or defend the use of language that excludes certain groups of people just for the sake of following a rule. And I really hate when people use the whole “prescriptive speaker” thing to defend their use of horrible, damaging language choices. Self-proclaimed prescriptive speakers also tend to be really rude and classist and racist as if the way they use language makes them better than everyone else.