tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8324151925261284539.post8800450606921188297..comments2023-07-10T02:49:41.885-05:00Comments on Keep Calm and Carry On: A Few Things I'm Proud OfJaidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06755041750426371969noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8324151925261284539.post-24806826563527884752012-10-22T21:26:38.900-05:002012-10-22T21:26:38.900-05:00I forget that people still use the word "reta...I forget that people still use the word "retarded" or "gay" and feel kind of stunned when I hear someone say it out loud. I very distinctly remember my dad giving me a talk (something he rarely did, actually) about how it wasn't okay to use retarded and how it hurt his feelings (his sister was left cognitively disabled after getting meningitis when she was 5 - she is doing great, lives a happy & full life). I was around 8 maybe? Anyway, I don't think I ever used it again. The lesson stuck. Maybe next time I hear someone say one of those words I will speak up and educate, instead of leaving it for someone closer to them to say something. I shy away from that type of thing, but I shouldn't.<br /><br />Okay, what I'm proud of: getting my new blog design finally completed. WOOHOO!Navigating the Mothershiphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02174295191363694422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8324151925261284539.post-59186451096102932152012-10-22T15:29:40.685-05:002012-10-22T15:29:40.685-05:00That I left my house wearing matching socks :)That I left my house wearing matching socks :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05615930943939757293noreply@blogger.com