Hec, I'm very glad we've both found someone who fits into our differing worldviews so well. Hubby and I often say it's a good thing we married each other, so as to spare two other perfectly nice people the grief.
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
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Hubby and I often say it's a good thing we married each other, so as to spare two other perfectly nice people the grief.
This is really sweet in a very buffista way.
This can happen with a new baby, you know. It's why people are always telling you to tend to your marriage during the infant/toddler years.
True, and it's definitely gotten worse since Annabel was born. But I think the seeds of the problem were there already. This marriage stuff is hard.
Sorry for the phrasing. It doesn't seem like a radical notion that Humans Are Number One to me, but there it is.Thanks. And I admit it has just been totally poking at that BRB (big red button of Grrrrrrr) of mine.
I actually logged off and shut down the computer and tried to go to bed. Brain would not shut down. So I am taking some sleep aid and going to post for a couple of minutes and maybe let the rat in my brain feel like he's run his course enough to rest soon.
To explain: To me, and only what my brain was hearing, it sounded analogous to a single woman who has a child, meets a new man and basically will ditch that child with the grandparents or something to be with the new man and start her new family. Or the (usually) girl who ditches her friends because of a new boy.
When I was first dating DxH, my sister and her (then) baby son lived with me. It all happened, unexpectedly on both counts, rather suddenly. I was a part-time fauxmom for a little over six months and that was part of the deal during that time. He didn't like being around kids as a lifestyle but I was in no way going to choose one over the other. If either of them had tried to force the issue, the forcer would have lost. But only because I would have seen it as a faux pass.
These are so very much my issues. Aside from my issues, I can't really do anything but respect your views and be glad that you found someone that sees things the same way.
I'm very glad we've both found someone who fits into our differing worldviews so well. Hubby and I often say it's a good thing we married each other, so as to spare two other perfectly nice people the grief.connie says it well.
I recall reading about JZ giving up her cats and it seemed to me that she was sad. I couldn't imagine doing that. And my heart broke for her during that time. To me, losing pets can be as painful as losing people. Some pets are more important, as are some people.
Am I rambing yet? The warnings on the bottle were of the Don't Make Plans Or Conjugate Verbs variety.
eta: Sleep 2: Doze Sounder is showing previews. If all goes well, I am out for the night. Sweet Dreams 'Fistas...
I'm having an emotional day. I just realized that I'll be 40 before we get back to the States, which means that I won't get to play paintball again, or have a barbeque, or game with friends, or have a LAN party, or go to a movie in a theater, or actually even just get together with friends, or do martial arts again until I'm 40.
This is scary.
But I was singing "Twilight Time" to Mallory, and he concentrated on my face and started singing along with me, with he "Am I doing right?" expression, and it broke me.
Raquel, that's utterly beautiful. I know that expression. He'll always have it.
And 40? Is grand. Is SO much better than 30. Trust me. 40 is probably the BEST. EVER. Since about six.
It's almost five. I'ma try sleeping again. 'Night, thread.
Oh what a prickly night for my poor Bitches.
But enough about Erin. *g*
But I was singing "Twilight Time" to Mallory, and he concentrated on my face and started singing along with me, with he "Am I doing right?" expression, and it broke me.Oh Raquel, he's got you good and proper. Someday, Mal will try to flush a whole roll of toilet paper, or your wedding ring, or your income tax refund check, and you will catch a glimpse of that same expression just before you go to stop him, and tell him "No!" and "Bad" and you will remember your "Twilight Time" duet. It is distinctly unfair, so it's a good thing it is so wonderful.
Good luck with the sleeping Beverly! I just got up, time to exercise.
And 40? Is grand. Is SO much better than 30. Trust me. 40 is probably the BEST. EVER. Since about six.
I agree with this.
Also what Cindy said about the "look" getting you for years to come. It is so hard to get mad at them when they are so precious.
That reminds me of the Calvin & Hobbes cartoon where Calvin is pounding nails into the coffee table. Mom comes rushing in, horrified, and says, "What are you doing?!"
Calvin looks at the coffee table, then he looks at the hammer, then he looks at Mom with just that expression, and says, "Is this some sort of trick question?"