Different words

Supper instead of dinner. Toot over fart or gas. Motorbike instead of motorcycle. Stinky instead of poop.

These are the words my mil chooses and it drives me nuts!  Where I grew up a fart was a fart. Our last meal of the day was dinner. And toddlers didn't stinky, they pooped.  When I see a Harley or equivalent on the road I call it a motorcycle. She calls it a motorbike.

I'd call it an age thing, but my husband and his siblings do the same thing. Though my husband isn't quite as bad. Is it a location thing?  I pretty much grew up in Florida. From age 7-16. They grew up in Michigan. Hmmm.....  Nope my whole family grew up in Michigan and doesn't speak like that.

What about everyone else?  Anyone reading?  If so, what words do you use? 

in laws

Nothing like a mother-in-law to ruin your day from the start.

I've had an ongoing issue with my MIL and SIL.  For 10 years now there's always been constant hints about my weight, how they're thinner than me.  I still clearly remember about 6 or so years ago.  I wanted to borrow my SIL's snow pants to go sledding with my son.  She kept mentioning how she didn't think they would fit.  And was very surprised when they did fit.  We wear the same size pants and I actually weigh less than her.  But because I'm a lot shorter than her (I'm only 5 foot even) I look a lot fatter than her.  She could not wrap her mind around the fact that they actually fit me because obviously I'm bigger than her!  And since then it's been little comments here and there about how I'm fatter than her.

And it's started with her mother now too lately.  A couple weeks ago she gave me and pair of pants she had been wearing recently because her words, "they keep falling down on me and your butt is bigger".  Thanks. The thing is, we wear the same size pants!!!!!  And she keeps bugging me about a shirt she bought for her mother.  She asked what size I was wearing and I said that day I was wearing a large (I wear multiple sizes). She said I should try on the shirt because it wwas too small for her mom, it's a 2x but looks small.  I said no thanks.  I didn't like the style.  This morning she brought it to my house because I should ignore the size, it would probably fit.  We wear the same size shirt!!!!!!!!  Why doesn't she try it on?!?!?!    And when her other daughter in law brought some too small clothes of hers for them to try they never bothered leting me try the ones on they didn't want, just stuck them in the garage sale first.  There were size 16 in there.  If it's a small shrunk 16 I can wear it.  I wear anything from 12-16.  But apparently they think I'm bigger than that because they never let me know about them.

I've been trying to learn to live with being overweight.  With being ok with it.  I am currently about 25 pounds higher than I should be, but honestly, I wasn't any happier when I was a size 3 and 104 pounds than I am now.  In order for me to be that skinny again I have learned I can only eat one small meal a day.  I'm sorry, but I love food and Pepsi way too much for that!  I have had 3 c-sections and I am almost 36 years old.  I'm not going to be skinny.  I have always had big thighs and wide hips even when I was a size 3.  I'm actually more accepting of my body now than when I was thin!  But it's days like this that I want to starve myself just to be able to wear a much smaller size than them in order to stop the little comments.  My husband says to ignore them.  They don't realize they're insulting me.  Which is probably true because they're not brightest crayons in the box.  Especially my SIL.  She's really is a little slow mentally, but it's not her fault, something happened when she was little.  But what do I do?  I can't stand the comments anymore.

Scared that school has started up

First day of scholl today.  I used to be excited when school started up again.  Now, every day that my son is in school I worry.  Worry that some nutjob with a gun will go there and shoot up the place.  I walk into the school and see all the flaws.  There is NO security.  Anyone can walk right in unnoticed.  Last school year I  waited 10 minutes in the office before someone actually showed up to talk to me.  The teacher actually walked out of the class and left the kids alone less than a week after the Newtown massacre!  The classroom doors don't even have locks on them!  I look around and think:  if I were a crazy person with a gun would I go left or right?  Which door would I go in?  I think about my son: what would he do?  There's no place in his classroom to even try hiding!  I fear every day for his life!  It shouldn't be like that.  School should be a safe place to go to.  Kids shouldn't have to worry about getting shot at school.  I wonder how many school shootings there will be this school year?  If I could move to another country I would.  Working hard to get out of debt so we have more options.  Thinking about Canada, Australia, Sweden, or England.....

Odd One

Ever feel like you just don't fit in anywhere?  I've always felt like that.  It's kind of like, "one of these things is not like the other".  I've had few friends in life, mostly because I was really shy.  And looking back I realize I probably smelled bad, not that I knew it then.  My mom smokes and we had two inside dogs that pooped and peed everywhere.  And guess who had to clean up after them?  My children go over to my moms house now and come back smelling like smoke (ever though she doesn't smoke in the house or around them) and dog.  I bathe them right away.  I think this is why I never took up smoking and hate dogs.

But I've never fit in anywhere.  No matter where I lived, or in any of the schools that I went to (there were many). Even as a clean smoke free dog free less shy adult.  People just don't like me.  I have a cousin who always speaks her mind and she instigates things, always trying to get someone annoyed.  But yet she is really well liked!  I am nice, I always try to smile at people. I don't try to annoy people, but yet nobody likes me.  And when I speak my mind the people that did like me stop.  The world is a crazy mixed up place.

The little ones are needing attention.  Gotta go..............