I've seen some of the cutest animals this fall...
It's almost enough to make me want to be a kid again. But... um, no. Maybe not.
Highlights of my childhood involve lots of teasing over my name (surname of Marshall was always being translated into either "martian" or "marshmallow"). Also being called "four-eyes" because of the glasses. And being the shortest kid in class meant I always had to be at the head of the line. Being the worst at sports meant I was always the last one chosen for any sports team. I remember school being let out early the day Kennedy was shot, and some asshole bully punched me in the stomach while I was walking home. Then there was the bully-brat down the street who would not let me pass. For God's sake. I was in KINDERGARTEN. I went home crying and mom had to walk me to school. So...many memories of humiliation. I'm happy to leave them behind me.
In adulthood I'm often referred to as a snob (because at heart I am actually quite shy). And I've had people get sooo pissed off at me and throw taunts of being "a hotshot" which was, in truth, the funniest one. That came from a woman who got mad at me because SHE didn't know how to use word processing software (she should have - that was part of the skill-set required for the job). After weeks of her interrupting my work by asking me how to do this, and how to do that, I finally called her on her poor knowledge and suggested she should spend some time learning this stuff HERSELF. People can be lazy and stupid and mean sometimes. I try to ignore it now, but sometimes I... just... can't. 😬 Several years ago I told an asshole in the grocery store to shut up because he was mad about the little old lady who was taking too long with the cashier. She needed assistance, and needed her groceries to be double bagged because she had to take the bus home. All I could think about was my mom, and how she was probably in exactly the same boat on many occasions. So, I told dickhead to shut up.
Wow. Now I've put myself in a crabby mood with all these bad memories!
Anyhow. I managed to finish the Apple Core top. All of this was cut using JAWS. Over the holidays this baby should get quilted. I seem to have a growing pile of tops that need to be finished.
Highlights of my childhood involve lots of teasing over my name (surname of Marshall was always being translated into either "martian" or "marshmallow"). Also being called "four-eyes" because of the glasses. And being the shortest kid in class meant I always had to be at the head of the line. Being the worst at sports meant I was always the last one chosen for any sports team. I remember school being let out early the day Kennedy was shot, and some asshole bully punched me in the stomach while I was walking home. Then there was the bully-brat down the street who would not let me pass. For God's sake. I was in KINDERGARTEN. I went home crying and mom had to walk me to school. So...many memories of humiliation. I'm happy to leave them behind me.
In adulthood I'm often referred to as a snob (because at heart I am actually quite shy). And I've had people get sooo pissed off at me and throw taunts of being "a hotshot" which was, in truth, the funniest one. That came from a woman who got mad at me because SHE didn't know how to use word processing software (she should have - that was part of the skill-set required for the job). After weeks of her interrupting my work by asking me how to do this, and how to do that, I finally called her on her poor knowledge and suggested she should spend some time learning this stuff HERSELF. People can be lazy and stupid and mean sometimes. I try to ignore it now, but sometimes I... just... can't. 😬 Several years ago I told an asshole in the grocery store to shut up because he was mad about the little old lady who was taking too long with the cashier. She needed assistance, and needed her groceries to be double bagged because she had to take the bus home. All I could think about was my mom, and how she was probably in exactly the same boat on many occasions. So, I told dickhead to shut up.
Wow. Now I've put myself in a crabby mood with all these bad memories!
Anyhow. I managed to finish the Apple Core top. All of this was cut using JAWS. Over the holidays this baby should get quilted. I seem to have a growing pile of tops that need to be finished.
There are a lot of idiots out there, and they have no right to take space in your gorgeous and funny head. Although I only met you once you've left a lasting and awesome impression on me. Love your posts. Oh, and your quilting of course ��
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