Do you still have Rufus?
He is sitting on the immediate right of my monitor as I type this. On top of the volume control, as it happens.
You are a true warrior poet, my friend.
t sharpens nibs
t prepares to discover if it really is mightier than the sword
Man, ain't that the truth. It was a LOT of hard work (and it's not like it's really over; I just no longer have to pay someone to help me with it), and there were times when it sucked like a gaping chest wound. Some things you'd just rather not deal with, you know? But those were the precise things that were causing me the biggest problems. (Isn't it always that way?)
Yeah, of course on the plus side this also means that you feel a huge sense of accomplishment for it. (And, in my case, I wander round telling people that I'm damn well indestructible.) As I tell them at D&D, that which does not kill us makes us stronger, except shadows.
Tep, you are definitly an inspiration for me. You've made amazing progress and I look at that and it drives home that I'll get to to that point.
Yay, Tep! That is such marvelous good news! I'm sitting here all fizzy with happiness over all the good things you know about yourself, your many strengths, your ability to fix what needs fixing, and all there is in you that is right as it is and needs no fixing.
(((Aimée))) Healing and recovery-ma to your grandfather, who really needs to stay put and keep loving you and also get to know and adore his exquisite great-granddaughter.
Sometimes a person thinks she knows exactly what she wants, but then the right person shows up, meeting very few of her original criteria, but he's just....the right person, you know?
Um, yes. This has been known to happen.
But even if it doesn't happen this time (and more fool she, then), good for you for taking the chance and writing to her. You've had such a hard, brutal past couple of years, and it is just so damn good to see that you not only survived it with your wit and kindness intact, but that you can still open yourself up to chance and possibility.
I find arrogance in people who aren't me very irritating.
Apparently, I'm not only married to meara, but I am in fact Typo Boy. What this says about all three of us (and, by extension, Hec) I hesitate to say.
I went dancing last night. I was going to go Monday and skipped out. Actually I almost skipped out last night, but I went. Had a really good time. Although I kept feeling like a fat elephant with barely any grace. I kept stumbling through things. The fat elephant has less to do with mysize and more to do with how big I make my movements, I kind of loose control and have to reign it in.
However, I did talk to someone who let me know about lessons that will be starting in 2 weeks. Beginners lessons from a woman I've heard of before (from when I was dancing before). It's 2 hr lessons on Wednesdays for $7 a lesson.
Dad has an exhibition thing tonight, it will be great to see him dance.
Last night he introduced me to a few people, including a woman I'm sure he's interested in. She's totally his type -- slight build, no boobs, dark hair, and young. I don't know how old she is, but she's probably somewhere around my age. However, there was another guy who looked closer to her age that she seemed to fancy. So maybe we won't have a repeat of his ex girlfriend.
