Plugging into JU what I wrote a couple of days ago: This is hilarious. For lack of computer access or even writing paper, I turned to this medium. Writing on Toilet Paper. It's 2am and I can't sleep. My brain won't stop, even though I'm utterly exhausted, and I NEED sleep. But I need to write my thoughts down to get my brain to shut up. It's not like I'm th
Yikes, I can't believe I haven't read your blog all week...So here's a belated, double, Great Big WELCOME, WELCOME HOME! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! I wish all four of you super-happy times as you re-integrate....and begin life together with baby Madeline. So sweet
This is jsut the stuff that leaks out of thier heads....I wonder what else is in there floating around! So completely funny! Extra-amazing that you remembered all of his random comments until you got a chance to blog 'em. I wish I could remember half the things that are worthy of recording. Welcome hom
Thank you all for your insightful comments. I'll give you "Insightfuls" all around. Except for Jason, who apparently read too quickly and commented too hastily. This article I wrote didn't quite hit the nail on the head of what piers38's article brought to the front of my mind Link , but I tried...I ended up taking it on a tangent in a different direction. I feel more passionately a
This article made me think. Link My baby's eyes are so innocent. I want that to last for as long as possible. I know some adults who have that innocence in their eyes, but they've had to earn that back after losing it at some point. We all lose our innocence somewhere along the line. .
Holy cow, thank you for bringing this up. This is such a huge source of anxiety for me...perhaps the HUGEST. I've got an almost-two-year-old son, and I'm so painfully aware that every moment is a teaching moment. So shouldn't I be putting on some sort of fanfare? It bothers me so much that I'm just supposed to act natural and hope to GOD that I'm not doing anything bad that he'll pick up and imitate. You said, " they do become cor
It's the human condition to always strive for something greater. 100 years ago few people could have imagined the luxuries and the numerous forms of mass-communication we enjoy today. We've come so mind-bogglingly far...and we're still reaching upward. I say "we" in the collective sense...since I, myself, can't say I'm doing much to innovate new forms of transportatio
Can you be tired and happy and hyper at the same time? Most assuredly YES. Isn't that a great combination? On a semi-related topic, it's actually been proven that a wee-bit of sleep deprivation is a short-term fix for depression. (Can't site the resource for that...but I heard it from a relia
Do all women do the freeze-out thing, and is it something that every man is familiar with ? Hmmm. For you to receive it from two different women...there must be something about you. I'd love to know what you said to your girlfriend that night to deserve the silent treatment. Curious... I don't give my husband the silent treatment...I give him the look of death. And then we always both ruin it by cracking a smile and bursting out laughing.
All right. The previous comment was from my husband, not from me, AngelaMarie88. Touche' John. True, I hadn't given you sex for nine months. I hate sex with you. I'm trying to get you to kick me out of your life and out of the house...but you just continue to make things so damned comfortable for me... I'm living a lie... I don't love my husband. I hate working.
All week long I've been sitting around in my jammies...forgetting to take a shower...not forgetting to eat plenty of junk that's making me feel sick and thirsty. Not drinking enough water. Forgot to go to Paris. Maybe next week. Didn't go
How come no one is asking how long John had gone without before this episode? Angela likes to say that I like the computer people more than her but she fails to add that I aske, even tried to be intimate with her on numerous accounts. We hadn't had sex for 9 months before march 2nd, and another 9 months before that. Now, I don't know how many of Angela's readers are male, or for that matter even women who have sexual realtions with their husbands, but
Aww, love. You're all so sickeningly lucky. I've been married for almost 4 years... 1. Do you still look at her/him in a sort of dumbstruck awe? Yes, in dumbstruck awe of "why the hell did I marry him?" 2. Do you still daydream about her/him? Still daydream about him? Did I ever? 3. Do you do cheesy things like write music, songs, poetry for her/him? This song comes to mind, "Husband in a coma, I know, I know it's real
I've learned that the only way to get any serious movie-watching done these days with a wild little 1-year old taking over the place...is to do it in the middle of the night while he's most assuredly unconscious. So I watched 'Ray' last night. Finally. Words elude me...I guess I'm not much of a review writer. What can I say that will bring this movie more to life
Today when John comes home from work, we have plans to get on a train and go to Paris. We've been planning this for a couple of weeks...but I've been SICK ALL WEEK! I don't feel well. I wanted this trip to be enjoyable, memorable, and pleasant. Can I make it so? If we postpone it one more time, it just may never happen. Paris in the Spring. Hmmm
Link I've had a comment disappear on the article linked there. And that SAME article, btw, sometimes comes up with "sorry, this article doesn't exist." Well, I haven't deleted it, and, yes, if I go about finding it, it's still there. It's open to a general audience.
John rented a bunch of movies over the weekend, and yeah, they're overdue by now. (At this moment he's working on ripping them even though they're heavily copyright protected. Wicked John.) We don't get to watch many movies these days, with a new little dude running around the house. I've been wanting to see 'I Heart Huckabees' and 'Ray'. So we managed to ma
John rented a bunch of movies over the weekend, and yeah, they're overdue by now. (At this moment he's working on ripping them even though they're heavily copyright protected. Wicked John.) We don't get to watch many movies these days, with a new little dude running around the house. I've been wanting to see 'I Heart Huckabees' and 'Ray'. So we managed to ma
Yes, ParaTed2k, I did read your comment before it went **poof** into the dark matter of cyberspace. (What's up with that?) I'm especially holding over John's head the fact you pointed out: masturbating in front of our baby = big trouble for John if I decide to tell his military superiors about it. Ha!
Yeah, my GRANDMA always talks about the weather. Guaranteed. Every conversation. The weather. And I HATE the question, "How are you?" people rarely ask that question with any sincere desire to REALLY care what the answer is. I feel terrible, so what are you going to do about it? My thoughts exactly. I on
I hate cleaning the house. The satisfaction of cleanliness totally disappears when messes develop just as quickly as I clean them. So John & I are toying with the idea of getting someone to come in once a month and clean the floors. That's it. I can tolerate the rest of the messes. But the floors are absolute hell to clean. There's no satisfaction in it. This morning
Well, all you single ladies out there, get on your starting blocks because there just might be another man on the market pretty soon. I say that, because, notwithstanding his taste for pornography, and his strange fetishes that he's developed as a result of it (if you don't mind "getting it from behind" or "sucking on his lolly"...not my cup o'tea, and I never
It was beautiful, clean, posh. And blissfully quiet. Just me. No husband snoring, no baby screaming & pulling my hair all night. No cat meowing or walking all over me. I stormed out of the house after packing my bags. In the process of my tantrum, I'd torn the hinges off the closet door, shattered the fluorescent light stick above the vanity, thrown the roc
I liked this article so much; I'm glad I stumbled upon it again today, as the last time I was going to comment on it, JoeUser crashed (as usual). Depression can be overcome by staying ...+Positive+... For some people though, depression really is a chemical imbalance. It sucks. But I like her article a lot. <a href="http://island-gurl12.joeuser.com/index.asp?
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin." I'm whispering "I was lost," Now I'm found and forgiven. When I say..."I am a Christian" I don't speak of this with pride. I'm confessing that I stumble and need CHRIST to be my guide. When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not trying to be strong. I'm
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