Hey, what's it like for people with significant others who are also buffistas?

Sometimes things go here first, because I am thinking about how to put it. Matt doesn't participate on line here, but he reads a lot. So I assume if i write here, he will see it.

Do you think you ever hold stuff back because he might read it here?

So. We all know Hugh Laurie is hilarious and a brilliant actor, but he's also a world class musician too. [link]

I'm a good ass mother liker!

bahahahah! Have I ever told you about the year I refused to speak to her when I was thirteen? So it is payback. BUT I WAS THIRTEEN!

Okay, maybe it's payback but you were THIRTEEN! You are an amazing woman now. She's had years to get over the hurt! Seriously. Besides the fact that she couldn't have demonstrated worse timing.

I was a very easy teenager, adored my parents through the whole thing, never had a big blow out with them, and was kind enough to keep any dabbling in drugs out of their view. It saddens me that it is considered unreasonable for me to expect either of my children to have the same relationship to me that I had with my parents. Then again, part of why I was an easy teen is that my parents were good at not freaking out.

I know how I bothered my mother! I wouldn't wear cute and fashionable clothes. She'd give me all these tips and I'd look at her blankly and go back to whatever thing I'd just become obsessed with.

It's not even like I was a goth or anything you could stick a fashion pin near. For a while I liked berets. For a while I loved the dolman sleeve. And then let's not talk about my hair.

My teenage photos were embarassing before the emulsion was dry. Which is why these days I merely wish that my eyes are open when the shutter opens. My bar is very low.

Krav teaching was like unto a thing that is not. I ditched before when I'd normally go for dinner, but was rescued (well, I was just sitting there in my car waiting for the neurons to be less random) and had ice chips for dinner. Sometimes pills seem intimidatingly like solid food.

And my big worry is that I'll get an ER quality headache on a school night. Fuck, if I get a narcotic quality headache on a school night I'll freak out. Which really doesn't help things.

It saddens me that it is considered unreasonable for me to expect either of my children to have the same relationship to me that I had with my parents.

Did your friends have similar relationships with their parents?

Do you think you ever hold stuff back because he might read it here?

Not exactly hold back, more chose my words more carefully. I don't bitch about him here- but that is more because it is a written record. Most of my complaints and bitching about him do not deserve a permanent place in history. And partly because not everyone here has a complete view of him, and I get concerned ( even when I am mad at him) that someone will get the wrong idea about him. In F2F life, I complain more. But it is usually about things like him expecting me to be able to talk in the morning, or that he has no short answers for anything - stuff that anyone who knows us all ready knows. And maybe the occasional complaint that can only end with a sigh and a comment about the inexplicable nature of men ( I find it endlessly fascinating that I can spell words like inexplicable, but I can not type/spell words like their)

If your expectations are so low that hearing the world had ended was better news than wondering how it was going to happen...is that still pessimism? Especially if you kinda know that the reality can never hold a candle to your predictions of doom? That's cheating, isn't it?

Hey, what's it like for people with significant others who are also buffistas?

Do you think you ever hold stuff back because he might read it here?

Not exactly hold back, more chose my words more carefully. I don't bitch about him here- but that is more because it is a written record. Most of my complaints and bitching about him do not deserve a permanent place in history. And partly because not everyone here has a complete view of him, and I get concerned ( even when I am mad at him) that someone will get the wrong idea about him.

This is true for me as well. Honestly, though, I find it incredibly liberating most of the time. I tried really hard to pull DexH into the two online forums I was a part of because I wanted him to be a part of the communities, and he had no interest. It put me into an awkward triangle with him and my boards--he was jealous of the time I spent with my blinvisible friends and frustrated at all of the history and in-jokes I was accruing, yet he wasn't willing to get to know them either. He never understood how important you all became to me.

I love the fact that Drew knows everyone and gets the history. I love that we both have ties and friends here, and I love that there's no need to explain why we both check the boards first thing in the morning and last thing before we go to bed. I also think the fact that we were friends online long before any romance sprang up has made our relationship a lot stronger. He knew me better at the beginning of the romance than most of my partners ever did.

So I just finished watching FNL, and I came rushing here to see what everyone said about it, and then I found that I need to think about what I thought about. I'll post in the morning, and then maybe rewatch.

In the meantime, I have specifically forbidden the SO from posting here, even though he would love it and get along with everyone. He was so happy when he met Steph and got to have livetime the scintillating Buffista conversation I get all the time. But he cannot have you, because you are mine! Mine, I tell you.

No, he just has a different posting style. What we purge as trolls here, he would think was just mild getting-to-know-you banter. And then, in the rest of our social life, he's got the conversational ball, and if I let him in here, he'd carry it here too, and I'd just let him. I need my social space, where I'm known and valued for me, and not just as his quiet but supportive partner.

Like my theater buddies, when I was doing follow-spot. He'd have loved, but they were already mine!

eta: Fortunately, though, he's as big a geek as me, and spends every bit as much time online as I do. Imagine when we were trading off dialup bandwidth! Thank goodness for broadband and wireless networking.

eata: Okay, now I gotta get to bed. Haircut in the morning!

He was so happy when he met Steph and got to have livetime the scintillating Buffista conversation I get all the time.

Steph L.: bearing the burden of being the Representative Buffista(TM).

(I'm chuffed that Liese called our conversation "scintillating," and I'm metaphorically scuffing my toe in the dirt in a self-effacing manner, even though I'm actually pleased. I'm sure you can all picture it.)

ION, I'm awake right now because think I've slept maybe 2 hours all night, on and off, because of this sore throat/cold/tonsillitis/whatever the hell it is. I started with the sore throat on Monday, and it's gotten progressively worse, so I went to the doctor yesterday afternoon. A rapid strep test was negative, so the diagnosis was a vague tonsillitis/pharyngitis.

It's that kind of sore throat that hurts in a low-level way all the time, except for when I swallow, when it escalates to feeling like I have broken glass in my throat. Yippee. Cepacol, despite its claims, is not doing a very good job of numbing my throat, although it does make my tongue numb, which is a kind of nifty feeling, but doesn't help the broken-glass throat. Gargling with warm salt water helped for a couple of days, but has been ineffective for the past 24 hours or so. My treatment of choice has come down to cursing half-heartedly. It doesn't do anything for the sore throat, but it pleases me.

So, I'm thinking that 2 hours of sleep means no work for Teppy today. Nuh uh.