Since this is the place where Ethel and I vent- I have posted before about my mom and my sister.  I lament about how my mom continually disappoints me and falls short of the mom I need and how my sister is exactly like her!
My sister is eight years younger than I, and yet she has spent her entire life doing EXACTLY what I do.  We are different people with different strengths and she always chose to pursue mine.  She participated in the same extracurricular activities in school and outside of school.  When I started scrapbooking, she started scrapbooking.  I have always loved taking photos and had gotten pretty good at taking them with my little point and shoot. I moved up to a nice camera with manual settings- a Canon Rebel XTi.  It is one of the cheaper SLR cameras, but still a great little camera.  A few months later, she bought a Nikon D60.  When I had my first child, 17 months later, she had her first child.  I waited four years to have another child and when I had my second, 19 months later, she had her second child.  
I graduated college with a liberal arts degree.  I was studying elementary education and have all of my classes for this degree minus the student teaching semester.  During my last semester, I had a Reading Methods class where we had lecture one day of the week and observation in a local elementary school the other day of the week.  During my observation, I observed that all the kids did was boring worksheets preparing them for the state standardized test.  I asked the teacher about it and she said it was in the curriculum- that they must prepare for the test.  It was very important- jobs depended on it.  I hated this notion and decided I didn't want to teach and graduated at the end of that semester with a liberal arts degree.  I never thought I would leave the state.  And yet, I married a man in the military and ended up leaving the state- and wish I had certified to teach so I could teach elsewhere. Our first assignment as a married couple was overseas and I got a job substituting at the Department of Defense school overseas.  I LOVED it and remember why I wanted to teach.  I decided as soon as we were stateside, I would certify and everything would be fine.  Our next assignment, was stateside but in a state where the only way I could teach was to go back to school for an entire 4 year program again.  I did not have the money for that(expensive state) and got a clerical job at a law firm until we left the state.  Unfortunately, we never left the state- we are still here!  I told you all of this to tell you that my sister got a degree in something called "Family and Consumer Science".  I have no idea what that is, but she said she wanted to be a counselor.  So, imagine my surprise when she called to tell me she got an elementary school teaching job!  
My mother- aside from being absolutely non-supportive- stalks me on Facebook. She comments and "likes" EVERY. SINGLE. THING. I say, post or do.  She even goes on others' pages- friends of mine she is not friends with and comments on their stuff if I have commented on it.  She appears to be so supportive on Facebook always posting these happy little remarks and "love ya" all over the place.  Which is like a slap in the face to me, because it isn't true.   While I have no doubt, I get my creative side from her- she made and decorated awesome cakes while I was growing up, she make my Halloween costumes and she sewed clothing for me.  But, I always got the impression that it was not so much about doing something for me, as it was for praise and attention from others for what she had done.  
I have always loved to write- since I was a child. I started a blog both as a way to get my thoughts out of my head and for the entertainment of others.  I used to type "update emails" to family and friends and include funny little anecdotes about things the kids had done and they kept telling me I should start a blog because they were hilarious.  So, I did.  And I LOVE having a blog.  It is kinda MY thing.  I like having my own thing outside of them.  I like being different, weird, whatever you want to call it and I like having my own identity.  I don't want to be like someone else and resent when I am compared to others.  Last year, sometime, I wrote a poem or two on my blog.  And with a few weeks, my mother wrote a poem and posted it as a note to her Facebook page.  But I still had my blog- my own personal thing that was ME.
Until today- when I logged on to Facebook first thing this morning and was hit in the face with the notice in the newsfeed that my mother has started a blog and written her first post.  Imitation is NOT a form of flattery.  Not at all.  It is so incredibly frustrating to me- had I not been sitting in the middle of my son's soccer game, I would have lost my mind.  I wanted to scream and kick things.  Instead, I think I muttered, "sonofabitch" under my breath and my husband looked at me with his raised eyebrow.  I said, "My mother started a blog." He laughed and said, "Of course she did." Jackass.
So, yeah... my mother started a blog.  And she follows MY blog, so there is nowhere I can even vent about this except her... in my (and Ethel's) own little corner of the blogosphere. I try to keep all references between the two blogs separate because I want to keep this one anonymous- I NEED to keep this one anonymous so I can vent.  So, I must ask you- if you don't already know our identities and happen to figure it out at any time- please keep it to yourself and don't post on our other blogs, or Facebook pages.
My mother is watching.
~Lucy
 
 
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