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May. 27th, 2009 11:39 amI've been feeling rather serious the past few days. Not emo, just ponderous. So here is another thinky post brought to you by the letters O, M, and G.
I'm sure ya'll have noticed that I haven't talked much about the trip to Richmond, VA that I took with the family. There are a few reasons for this, one of which is delightfully illustrated by an exchange that occurred between me and my mother. She offered to buy me a year of Jenny Craig which I said wasn't necessary. She then said she would really like me to accept it because she was worried that I wouldn't be able to find a job.
Somehow I was able to politely end the conversation, though I don't remember what exactly I said because inside I was exploding with a plethora of emotions. And yet, it's just the same old story that's been told my entire life.
( Mothers and Daughters, always a tempestuous combination )
I'm sure ya'll have noticed that I haven't talked much about the trip to Richmond, VA that I took with the family. There are a few reasons for this, one of which is delightfully illustrated by an exchange that occurred between me and my mother. She offered to buy me a year of Jenny Craig which I said wasn't necessary. She then said she would really like me to accept it because she was worried that I wouldn't be able to find a job.
Somehow I was able to politely end the conversation, though I don't remember what exactly I said because inside I was exploding with a plethora of emotions. And yet, it's just the same old story that's been told my entire life.
( Mothers and Daughters, always a tempestuous combination )
