I am so tired, I may just fall asleep right here with this laptop onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnmy lappppppppp
Wile E, we didn’t win the Lotto either. The other day we (coworkers and me) won $10 and parlayed it back, but even then.
Sad!
My dance teachers had a talk with my parents and then with me- if I lose any more weight, I won’t be allowed to dance there anymore (I can watch, but I can’t participate) They want to send me to a treatment center. My tap teacher cried. My parents are mad. I don’t think I’ll end up in a treatment center because I don’t think our insurance will pay for it… but still, I’m afraid it will. After begging and making a lot of promises, I got my parents to agree not to do anything til after the play is over.
I don’t want to go into treatment. I’m not sick enough for that. I’m hardly even sick at all. A little neurotic, maybe, but who isn’t? Not to mention that, if I go, I’ll be the fattest one there and all the people who belong there will laugh at me.
but I don’t want to have to stop dancing. I’ll die if I can’t dance.
And that’s my drama. (and yes, I’ve told all this to a trusted irl adult. she agrees with my dance teachers.)
anyway…
the MMP is educational this week! I now have less empty space in my brain thanks to Mika sharing her expertise.
I didn’t win the lottery either (although, I didn’t play.) I made a dumb joke at work about playing the numbers 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, and 42 but I just got blank looks in response. I suppose it’s just too geeky.
Welby- sorry to hear about your car. People really can be idiots. Driving’s not the best time to multitask.
Scout, I’m sorry to see you go
Dots just do what you need to do to feel better, ok?
mika Holi sounds like a good reason to have a paintball fight. 
Then again, I like the idea of flinging paint.
Today, I get to go, yet again, to talk about a ramp at our latest home. This time it’s a ramp for the back of the house. You know, like I said should have been done in the first place. Well, now, guess what? We, all of a sudden, need this ramp. The same ramp we could have gotten when the front ramp was being built and at half the cost. Do I feel like saying “NEENER! NEENER! NEENER!”? Of course I do. I think it’s gona take me half a day to do this just because I feel like screwin’ around some and nobody can say anything about it. So There! 
Oh, and we’re supposed to get some severe thunderstorms all afternoon and night. YAY! I like me some thunderstorms.
scout, nooooooooooooooooooooo!!! You can’t go! 
mika, that sounds like a fun holiday. How come we don’t have any “dancing like mad people” holidays here in Amurika??
dot, I’m sure you already know, but most eating disorders are “control issues” and young women (mostly) suffering from them have completely distorted images of themselves. They see themselves as fat when they really look like concentration camp victims! If an adult you trust agrees with your dance teacher, you need to face up to it or you REALLY COULD DIE!!
RUE!!! Rue was here. Remember when we used to think welby was a myth? Now it’s our fearless leader who we really, really miss.
swampy, are you gonna build the ramp?
Well, I’m in billing hell so I’d best get to it.
Tupug
None of you guys won the lottery? Wow, neither did I! There must be a lot of people like us … if only we could just forget the lottery and pool our own money together, then we’d all be rich! Of course, with so many people, we might need a way to decide who gets to use all the money. Perhaps a random drawing of some sort …
Mika, another holiday that looks like entirely too much fun for the rest of the world to miss out on. Tell me, are there any holidays that don’t involve dancing like mad people? I sure hope not.
Dorothy, I know this looks bad, but all is not lost. You see, no matter what your dance teachers do, they can’t stop you from dancing. Oh sure, they can stop you from participating in your classes (how would that affect your grades, anyway?) but there are so many other opportunities outside of school. In the immortal words of Friedrich Nietzsche, “And we should consider every day lost upon which we have not danced.” Hang in there, it’ll be okay.
And now, for today’s Greek Letter …
I have a feeling ewe guys will like this one.
Argh. We’ve got a freeloader wandering around the office this week (owner’s daughter), and I haven’t been able to spend nearly as much time on the Dope as I’d like. I’ll be back full strength next week, though.
I’m with Puggy on this one, sweetie. I’ve seen eating disorders. I’ve had eating disorders. If a dance teacher tells you you’ve lost too much weight, that’s a bad sign. I’m going to have to find you a copy of a Margaret Cho stand-up special, where she talked about losing too much weight too fast for her tv show, and how she ended up in the hospital. At the very least, it’ll make you laugh every time you meet somebody named Gwen for the rest of your life. 
We don’t want to scare you or try to tell you what to do, but if everyone around you is saying the same thing, maybe it’s time to listen to them. And naturally, you know we’re here to bitch to.
And Holi certainly sounds like a kickass holiday. I think that’s why I enjoy paganism so much–all of our holidays involve dancing around a bonfire, too!
:eek:
And :eek: again.
Do you live in my house? My kitchen is puke pink as well–but I am changing that, pronto (well, after 17 years). I OK the cabinet order tomorrow…
Yay!
Dotster --I don’t think you need to give up dance, but I do think you need some help. What worries me most is this comment:
They won’t be laughing. If memory serves (there were a few anorexics when I did my rotation as a student nurse) they will all be mad as hell for being in treatment. They also are quite self-absorbed, so probably wouldn’t even notice you. If some nasty bitch decides to make fun of you–that is her problem and one that should be addressed in group sessions(if you have them) or with your counselor. You aren’t there for them, you are there to get yourself healthy.
Let’s look back at a few things–you have lost 80 pounds, which is a huge weight loss for anyone; you have fainted in school; you cannot sleep and seem to subsist on diet pepsi. This is not good. Oh, you can do it now, sure (but can you? Your body is already putting out distress signals by fainting)–but what of 10 years down the road?
I know, teens aren’t supposed to have a good sense of future, but you are not our average teen. You are intelligent,sensitive and mature for your age–surely you can see that what you do now to your body will matter in the future–what of having kids, or even just wanting to continue to dance? Brittle bones snap and do not heal–healthy bones can be danced on for a lifetime (just ask Ginger Rogers).
I am not a therapist and I am not a doctor–but as soon as this play is done with, you need to be thoroughly worked up by professionals. And keep us posted–we want our Dorothy here, hail and healthy!
Ooh-that’s a long tunic, I meant one that kinda goes mid-thigh length. Those are very pretty (now would a strawberry blonde look in one of those? Silly, I expect).
I am wearing a tunic now (Target)–it’s kind of a blue-y blackish purple, with iridescent sequins on the collar and cuffs. The sleeves are bell shaped and the tunic is just slightly fitted–it shows my shape, but does not hug my contours. The collar is sort of a Nehru one, with a long slash down the center to the bodice. It is made of who knows what, but it is silky and comfy, at the same time. I love it and wish I had bought 3 of them (they’re not in the store anymore-wah). I feel exotic today (most days I wear a Tshirt!).
Have you seen Bend It? There is a scene in it where Jasminder is at some kind of engagement gathering (she is moping because she isn’t at football practice) and the women are making some kind of food for the big event. It looks like small pockets of bread or pasta, stuffed with veggies(?). They’re doing this assembly line way, and Jasminder is the last one–she tucks one last fold of the bread pocket and then puts them in a casserole dish. What the heck are they? (yes, I expect you to go rent this movie and then let me know–it’s a great movie and handles the mixing of cultures and the dilemmas second generation’s face quite well.)
I don’t know what she was making, but I wanted to mention that I frickin’ love that movie.
I’m with the Little Woman, Rue. I have yet to mow in my current marriage. (Somehow, that deserves a <snerk>) The last time I mowed was when I was married to my ex-husband, who pretty much did the mowing but occasionally he didn’t, and I had to (in addition to everything else). Well those days are over, thank God, and no more mowing for me.
Re: Stalkers – I haven’t had one since college, thank heaven. It’s unlikely another will take me up any time soon.
Miss Dorothy, please know that we and the adults in your life care about you, and aren’t giving you the advice they are to thwart you in any way, but it’s because they care. It’s hard when you’re young to have perspective, but trust us. We were all young once and we understand. Please trust us, and them. ((Hugs))
I watch CNN all day long. Currently the president of China (they have a president?) is speaking at the White House. They just hauled out a protestor. Those situations always make me so nervous for some reason.
Which reminds me, some of my family members went out for a Big Feed at the Golden Corral recently and witnessed two WOMEN fighting. I would have just died had I been there. It would have been entertaining on some level, sure, but I get so wigged out in the face of public confrontation! Apparently these two had to be escorted out. Imagine, being asked to leave Golden Corral.
Everyone: I’m actually having to work today, and much of it will be away from here, so I’ll just drop in and out. Try not to miss me…
rigs: a PINK kitchen??? What, no avacado green?
Dots: You listen to rigs, she’s smart in these matters, especially seeing them up close and personal like she does.
Bus Guy: Get your butt to work.
Good morning one and all.
Dots, dear, add my voice to the chorus here. Please, please listen to these adults. I think rigs said so very eloquently what I can’t put in to words.
Drat! I think I’m coming down with a cold. This isn’t good. I have many plans for the weekend.
Rue, I’m so glad you popped in. You will be proud to know that I’m a mower of the lawn from waaaaaaaaaay back. My parents divorced while I was in third grade. From about that time until I moved out, I was the official mower of the lawn. While I don’t always mow the lawn now, I do mow it. In fact, after we purchased our first house, I was the offical lawn mower because Mr. Taters was an OTR truck driver and wasn’t home to do it. I mowed, edged, and weed-wacked. I had the nicest lawn on the street.
Since buying the house we are currently in, I haven’t mowed the lawn but a few times. But, this lawn is small and it takes about 15 to 20 minutes to do our entire yard. So, it’s not a huge burden on the hubby.
FCM, you did a good thing. However, I like guys, so I’d probably standing around with Swampy drinking a beer or three.
Good morning one and all.
Dots, dear, add my voice to the chorus here. Please, please listen to these adults. I think rigs said so very eloquently what I can’t put in to words.
Drat! I think I’m coming down with a cold. This isn’t good. I have many plans for the weekend.
Rue, I’m so glad you popped in. You will be proud to know that I’m a mower of the lawn from waaaaaaaaaay back. My parents divorced while I was in third grade. From about that time until I moved out, I was the official mower of the lawn. While I don’t always mow the lawn now, I do mow it. In fact, after we purchased our first house, I was the offical lawn mower because Mr. Taters was an OTR truck driver and wasn’t home to do it. I mowed, edged, and weed-wacked. I had the nicest lawn on the street.
Since buying the house we are currently in, I haven’t mowed the lawn but a few times. But, this lawn is small and it takes about 15 to 20 minutes to do our entire yard. So, it’s not a huge burden on the hubby.
FCM, you did a good thing. However, I like guys, so I’d probably standing around with Swampy drinking a beer or three.
Ooooh, I have to second the recommendation for this. It’s one of my favorite things to get at an Indian restaurant. Not spicy at all and really really yummy.
scout, you can’t go. We have the same birthday! I don’t know what difference that makes, but it does dammit!
Dot, everyone else has had good suggestions/comments. I just want to say take care of yourself. We like you too much to want to see anything bad happen to you! High school sucks with all the drama and bitchiness and people that want to tell you what to do. But it gets better. After this you get a lot more control over your own life, and that makes things soooo much better. And it really does go by very quickly. High school seems to take forEVER, but it does end, and then life just starts speeding by. Just hang in there, do what you have to to take care of yourself, and keep thinking that it WILL get better.
I used to have to mow the lawn at home (with parents). No siblings to share the chores with so I got stuck doing both the “girl” and “boy” chores. That sucked. Not doing “boy” stuff, but having to do both sets of chores. That’s the only down side to being an only child.
Is jealous I’ve put up with mine for 9 years so far. Fortunately the kitchen is very small and the painted areas are often hidden by all the junk on the counter. The worst part is they painted the door to the garage a darker color and it’s sort of a dark puke pink with a hint of lavender.
I want to expand the kitchen into the dining nook when I remodel so it will be a pretty big project.
Dot that little advice I gave yesterday was for small petty annoyances that temporarily make one’s blood pressure spike. Not for potentially life-threatening medical conditions. And were your lottery numbers from the pilot episode of a WB show? 'Cause that’s all I could think of when you posted that.
It’s good to get to be all righteous. Real good. Dang good!
Puggy I will not be building the ramp. I would not do that to anybody. I just get to say how the ramp shall be built. That’s waaaaaay better. Also, I get to do the final inspection. Nobody gets paid til I say it’s ok. Oh the power I possess!
Rue did you sit on the porch drinking a beer while you admired The Little Woman’s handiwork? Would she have slapped you upside the head for doing so?
Dots there’s a lot of good advice up in here. Rigs said it best. We like you and we just want things to be alright for ya, is all.
I’m glad everyone is enjoying my educational comments! More tonight.
That’d be the Americanized version. Most of our tops don’t go to mid-thigh. The salwar-kameez goes at least to the knee. Then there’s the choli, which usually reaches the waist and goes over a floor-length skirt. There is also a choli that is a tight-fitting top which exposes the belly. And then there is an even smaller top that basically just ties around the breasts, to be worn with a sari.
And I have always thought white people looked *stunning * in our clothes. The bright colors are really nicely accentuated by white skin.
I am probably not going to watch Bend it. I didn’t see Monsoon Wedding, either. See, I have a hard time watching these kinds of films because they hit way too close to home. Everything that happens to the girls will remind me of events in my own life. I mean, I lived it. I don’t wanna see the movie!
But what you are tallking about sure sounds like a samosa! Unless they cooked it afterwards?
There was a shop (actually, I think there was more than one, but I only went in one) in Berkeley, I think, that sold nothing but salwar-kameez. They were beautiful. I lusted after them.