Originally Posted by HeatherB (Post 326657)

If we're naming the toucan, why can't we name the brown bird and the two butterflies? (Request: Can the butterfly on the left be named Hubert?)

Originally Posted by Ruza (Post 326656)

I hate the toucan, too. It's completely irrelevant, and so completely random that you're just like, "What? A toucan? On a writing forum?"

Originally Posted by lvhamsters (Post 326665)

I think they're actually birds too :3
I think Kevin is an awesome name ^O^

Originally Posted by GabiDi (Post 326581)

Thanks... :/ I think she does, she's just... ugh. I love her because she's my mom. As a person... I don't.

Originally Posted by rebecca (Post 326594)

Sorted, my dad was just being melodramatic.

Originally Posted by Sandy (Post 326674)

I can relate.
I can definitely, definitely relate.
I don't have the heart to say I don't love her as a person (she's yelled at me too much for me to think I can possibly do that), so I'll just say that her good and bad points are very... extreme, but I still love her no matter what she does to me.
When I was younger, in my most personality-shaping years, she was going through this weird depression and my brother was too young to know what was going on (finally, after years of wondering, she FINALLY told me this) and she was so unpredictable. I would do something, step out somehow, cross one line, and she would absolutely explode. If she was in the kitchen, she would grab the thing closest to her and hurl it across the room (I remember she took sauce and threw it at the floor and it broke and got everywhere), and I remember one time she was helping me get ready for school in the bathroom and I got soap shoved into my mouth and my head stuffed in the toilet... (I think I told someone about that on here before...)
I'm pretty freaking sure that, because of her crazy temperament and the way she would slam her fists against the walls and corner me in the closet (where I would always hide), that's why I've got the problems I have now. And oh, the lectures I would get... she would grab me by my collar if we were in public, yank me off to the side and growl whatever she was gonna say into my ear... and ahhaha, that one time we got into an actual physical fight last year and she grabbed me and shoved me out the door... ._. PLus some other stuff...
I'm glad that she seems to be settling down but I could never understand why she couldn't contain her temper like my dad could, who was the master at it. I guess it was because in her family, she was treated the same way...
I'm actually shocked that I'm not the only one who gets the "you're so selfish and unappreciative" lectures. XD



Thank god. o_o I was reading it and getting worried... I'm one of those kids who has always been terrified of my parents' marriage, ANY marriage being somehow broken up...

Originally Posted by GabiDi (Post 326572)

Yesterday my friend called and asked if I wanted to go to the lake today at three. I asked my mom, "Can I go to the lake with Kenzie at three tomorrow?" and she thought about it and said yes. Today at 12 she tells me she's decided she doesn't feel like driving down there, and I should be more considerate and actually think about her for once, regardless of her actually saying yes to it. And one things turns into the next and before I know it she's calling me a selfish bitch, because that's what she does when she's upset, and storming out, and then my dad wants to take us all to lunch and I just can't bear to be in the freaking car with her especially when she keeps talking about how I'm so spoiled and this is all my fault and I just get out of the car and walk back inside and hide for ten minutes until they finally drive away and now I'm a mess and I just need someone to talk to and ughh I really hate this, I hate this, I want to move out.

Originally Posted by Tiresomehoopla (Post 326684)

"You're one to talk." Is an ideal phrase in this situation.

Of course unless you want to stay out of trouble.

Which seems inaviodable anyways :(