I say that I hate things a lot. Like, I hate it when I write an entire blog entry and for some reason myspace malfunctions and my entry gets lost...or I hate the way your shoes look with your pants, those types of things. For the most part I am not wishing any ill will towards anyone, I am merely stating my disgust or dissatisfaction with a situation.
One day, after an especially awful experience at Sears (during which I was completely ready to drop a bunch of money for a new washer and dryer) I was especially full of hate...or at least the hate I described above. I was truly upset and went on a hate rant of epic proportion. "I hate Sears...I hate Sears sales people...I hate the name Sears...I hate laundry" that type of thing (except the last one was a lie, I actually like doing laundry, especially now that I have a new washer and dryer that are NOT from Sears). Anyway, HUGE rant of which Erik and stepson were both witness to. Later that evening Erik told me that he's worked really hard for nine years to not have "hate" be a part of his sons vocabulary and with that one trip to Sears I had pretty much blown that whole thing out of the water. I explained to Erik that I wasn't using it maliciously which of course he knew and understood but pointed out that stepson might not get it. He said he would talk to him and explain and I said I would try and change my vocabulary a bit...or at least not use hate in every other sentence.
A few weeks later Erik and stepson were out on a food foraging mission. When they got to Burgerville and ordered my chocolate hazelnut milkshake the woman kindly informed them that chocolate hazelnut milkshakes were no longer available. To which Brody replied, "Mindy would say she hates that." I'm gonna be such a good stepmom.
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