Mommie Dearest, {Cybil renamed}

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one's impressive. I esp. like: "Let’s pull the burnt meat off the griddle" "smokin’ off the same old joint" "I swear, you never fail to disappoint" Reminds me of the standard joke of "So tell me, what d'you really think?" I usually tire of rants, but this one rings so true, I've gotta admit I like it. A lot. Please don't get me wrong when I confess that my recently posted "one more" is one helluva long rant, a regular rant-rant of rants. One I enjoyed writin'. Of course. (Still like it, in fact.) When I say, "Please don't get me wrong," I'm meanin'/assertin' that I'm not---decidedly (don't laugh) not---suggesting that you (or anyone else) read my "one more." It's too darn long. I just didn't know how to make it short without hurtin' it bad. But enough about me. I'm pleased (more than pleased) that you penned this one hereabove. And thanx, Chuck

And quite well done I might add. Boy, have I ever gotten to feel like this at times! My favorite lines are as follows... I wish we could choose to be civil, proving again we both know ”Cybil”. Let’s pull the burnt meat off the griddle, ending the need for this poetic drizzle. Although I keep wanting to change drizzle to dribble. *LOL* I loved it Julie. Keep on writing and make it sizzle Then heat the butter to baste and drizzle! Respectfully, Rett: Hug a logger, you'll never go back to trees! For the sake of children, read this. http://www.neopoet.com/node/19905

How about drivel? That's the word I would prefer. No apologies for that! "Try it, you'll like it!"[old t.v. commercial, for what I can't remember] Fair maid,I bring you flowers. Feel free to throw them whenever you will. Great work, we all know someone of this discription,and you have them nailed! Gee

I left my husband, horror of horrors, never knew I would be one to do such a thing, but then I had at sometime to tell my mother (father dead) but I knew there would be a great discussion so I had to bide my time until I knew that the person I would be talking to was her inner self with no more of the outer quibbles, and it worked we had a wonderfully understanding conversation and I was happy. "proving again we both know ”Cybil”. Not comparing my mother in any way to your mother note, she was always civil. But being under the influence of the old saying "what will the neighbours say" and keeping up with the Jones''s sometimes, I waited until those considerations had disappeared and loved talking with her good self, whom I admired and loved. We seem to hurt them in spite of loving them deep down, rebelling and finding our own feet, if only, if only someone outside could help both parties, maybe having grandmother at home in the past as they still did in Italy in the 50's, helped some other side of the understanding, but how dead stubborn we all are, thinking our own youthful ideas are the best and not meeting our parents half way in conflicts, it seems an inevitable constellation and its sad. All added to by an alien husband!! It takes understanding from both sides doesn't it? Yours Ann of Norway