Forgive your parents. Ne'er a truer word was spoken Thank you, Dr. Guy & Dharmagrl. That's very true. I suppose I didn't touch on that aspect of my feelings about my parents. I'm almost 30 years old now...and although it's hard to think what crap they put our family through, I do forgive them. I really do. Nobody's perfect; we all make mista
Toblerone & kingbee, thank you for your insightful comments. You made my little brain grow one more inch!
Did you know that he was messy before you married him? Yes, I knew it. But I overlooked it, as I try to most of the time. I have also learned that for every annoying thing that he does I do something that equally annoys
A little epiphany I had today branched off from something I've been mindful of for a while: concentrating on NOT being selfish like my mother was. In search of greener pastures for herself, she divorced my dad in 1983. She was 30. It wasn’t long before she had a revolving door of boyfriends. She was a wild lady. Going out every weekend, inviting boyfriends
It's often clear where my husband has been, and what he has been doing. Not that he has anything to hide, but if he did, he really needs to learn to cover his tracks. For example, I know he's had a little owie of some sort when I find a band-aid wrapper laying around somewhere. So I throw it away. I know the amount, type, and time of his purchases when I f
Our 1992 520i’s Gas Tank Capacity: 80 liters, which is about 22 US Gallons. March 4 2005 USA Average Gas Price: $1.93 (is that right?! If so, holy crap!) The gas prices for US Government ID card holders in Europe is calculated by taking the average of the US gasoline prices, but out of curiosity, I just did the figuring, and it appears
As a military wife, I've been pretty content living in our clean, modern, convenient apartment. We've got a great view of the sky, framed by foliage on one side, and the other side overlooks a tennis court, the forest, a winding road, and a few gorgeous homes (gorgeous on the inside anyway; the outside of every single structure here is as drab as can be for confomity'
Good for you KarmaGirl! I'm impressed that you're undaunted by that extra trip to the recycle bins. Very good for you! Keep it up & spread the word
I love Zuma! What a shame that such a dumb little game destroyed de-Zire (71). From a fellow Zuma addict (recovering), my heart goes out to you.
Thanks y'all. Brad still rules. I don't hold this against him. He's a lot smarter than I'll ever hope to be. I love JoeUser.
Thanks Cordelia. Somehow it's relieving to hear that the problem is in someone else's hands.
I wrote this in a moment of frustration an hour ago...Then I went and wrote all my articles in a Word document... I wait so long for pages to load, that I have to get up and do other things. I get this message a lot when I try to navigate through JoeUser: The request cannot be processed at this time. The maximum amount of time for a scrip
Keys to being a fulfilled housewife: 1) Be a Self-Starter 2) Enjoy the work 3) Always stay busy, unless taking well-earned rest sessions I came up with that list in my own head as I was buzzing around the house today getting things done. I know it's amazing. It’s a work ethic that any employer would love to see. I guess that’
In the USA people consider recycling a good idea for the most part. But many people who, even if they are ecologically-conscious, feel it’s rather inconvenient to go out of their way separating the trash, and then haul it to a designated pick-up point. I was among those who felt it was a pain in the neck to separate things and make a separate trip to a recyc
A few nights ago I had this dream, and I made a mental note to remember it. Just to blog. I love blogging. I dreamt that my husband John, our two-year old Michael, & I were at a home improvement store like Home Base. It had a warehouse atmosphere, high, unfinished ceilings, beams criss-crossing way overhead. I was walking around carrying Michael, a
The last few days I’ve been able to keep the house remarkably neat. When I see a mess, I clean it up, right there on the spot, without even thinking twice. It’s as though the house keeps itself clean because I don’t even realize I’ve been buzzing around all day making it that way! That’s great. See, I used to be a clean freak when I was a wee lass. B
In my twenties (wait, I’m still in my twenties…I’m standing fast at 29) during the “single” years, I wondered what relationships were for. I was a wanderer. I’d grown up with the impression that men were pornography-lusting slimeballs who only wanted a woman for one reason. So I ruled out men as a part of my plan. Not that I had a plan. But biology kicked
I usually go through life tearing into things, or going about tasks half-heartedly. But a few times today I caught myself savoring things. I savored a trip to the store with Michael. I pointed out birds in the sky, and then he got excited about everything he saw: bushes, trees, lights, and we talked about them (I did the talking, he baby-talked back) and he
I think I’ve had a hard time committing to this marriage I got into three years ago because I’ve lost a sense of permanence in human relationships. No one seems to stick around for long in my life. It’s always been something, whether I’m moving, or people are moving away from me, or my parents are divorcing, or Dad committing suicide, or Mom be
Ever since Michael has become an aware little being…he has been extremely interested in my broom and dust pan. When I use ‘em I have to do it quickly before he gets a hold of them and gets all oogey (oogey is a favorite word of mine. It means dirty, gross, slimy, bacteria-infested, etc.). Several months ago I noticed a cute little broom set at Toys ‘R’ Us t
Apart from the Physician being a total jerk...I can make a vague interpretation of the moral(s) this fable. My husband came up with an even better interpretation than I could though. He thinks that since the words "Physician" and "Judge" are capitalized, they refer to higher people. John said since the Physician made a deal with the lady, then cheated her, so that makes him the devil. And he says that the Judge is God, and he'll be fair to the Old Woma
The Old Woman and the Physician An Old Woman having lost the use of her eyes, called in a Physician to heal them, and made this bargain with him in the presence of witnesses: that if he should cure her blindness, he should receive from her a sum of money; but if her infirmity remained, she should give him nothing. This agreement being made, the Phys
I just sent this email to my friend...and I think it's blogworthy in a diary sort of way Hi Jenn, How are you doing? I just thought of you this morning...'cause today for the first time in my mommy years I got up before Michael, showered, and got dressed to the shoes ...yes, even the kind of shoes that tie so that I can't kick them
Let's suppose that someone actually clicks on a banner. That doesn't mean they'll ever buy the product. So how do the companies turn a profit off of these banners (surely not by someone merely clicking)? Are they just like any other advertisements that are constantly in our faces: if we're exposed to the products, then they'll be the first brand we tend to buy when faced with a choice at the grocery store...or the car lot...or the movie theater...
As soon as I heard in 2000 that cars could be run on hydrogen, I was completely excited about it. I can't verify it as truth, but back then I was listening to a late-night radio show called Coast to Coast AM Link , and the guest Bob Lazar in casual conversation on an entirely different topic, said that he'd converted his per
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