Donate the natural peanut butter--that's a most wanted item for most food banks (not natural necessarily but you know what I mean)
She always brings a jar, opens it and eats a sandwich or something with it- like she is modeling good behavior. lol
So every jar I have has been opened and some taken out, otherwise, I totally would. Maybe I'll keep one jar and hide the one she brings and I can donate that one.
My mil does some kind of bullshit where she pushes your arm down to find "issues". She also does it over the phone by "connecting with your energy" and pulling her two ring fingers apart instead of pushing your arm down like she would do in person. I mean, I don't even know how to explain it. She charges $100/hr, but usually works in 3 hour session. She makes $300 pulling on her fingers.
Technically, she doesn't even have to pull on her fingers. She just has to say that she is.
This reminds me of the doggie masseur my aunt used to drop her dogs off at. I mean, maybe the person actually did something, but it's not like the dog could tell you it did/didn't actually get the massage that day.
FTR - I suffer from I/F. Heads would roll if someone came to me with this nonsense.
Anywho's. I have a coworker who's spouse is into this weird stuff about organs talking to them. What foolishness. It makes me lose respect for someone so stupid to fall for this fuckery.
Post by discogranny on Aug 1, 2014 13:52:06 GMT -5
jillianashley6 - I will send you a thank you card to pass on to your MIL. I mean even after paying him more than most people make in a year, my RE couldn't even figure out the cause of my infertility. I should sue.
I'm flippin' the bird at you MIL from here. Also LOL at the 2 generations of repressed emotions. I mean, I come from a long line of German Catholics. There's some emotional repression going back for CENTURIES.
You know @meepmeep, if you'd just let go of that negative uterine energy things just might turn around for you.
You might also try putting your legs in the air after sex.
Oh fuck me. This reminds me of the people who suggest various "supplements" to cure infertility.
My blog is basically a bitch slap to people like my MIL. She passed me down a fertility goddess statue that she couldn't even store in her house for fear she would get pregnant again (6 kids). She mailed that damn thing all over the country getting people pregnant. It's been in my jewelry box for 9 years.
So THAT's what's wrong with me. My emotions are trapped and I have no one to tap them. Well this woman definitely upholds the stereotype of the crazy art teacher.