Monday, Dec. 12, 2005 - 10:18 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Dangorama, I am becoming absolutely smitten.
The boy has gotten me going to bed at midnight and up at 7:30 am. dang. (he certainly hasn't asked me to do so either... but last night I walked the dog when he went to bed at 11pm, and I went back and crawled in to sleep with him after I'd answered some emails and called my mom).
Mostly hung out with him and his kids all weekend.
Hung out and talked etc.
Sunday crepes for breakfast with artsyguy and rollerboy. Aforementioned wee talk on me being his girlfriend. He has also said he is totally supportive (and not scared of) me doing my adoption thing. great. :D After breakfast he picked up his daughter and she chatted with me and sang Brille Brille (twinkletwinkle little star in French) for me while her dad played the guitar for her. Later while rollerboy (who has a very busy social agenda) went to meet a guy about his insect collection, me, doggies, artsyguy and his daughter went for a walk on the mountain in the snow. His daughter totally loves doggies, holding her leash, throwing snow for her, cuddling her and rubbing her tummy. (Oh, artsyguy helped me CARRY doggies down the stairs from his place. He carried her front end and I carried her rear end and it went totally fine. Doggies is very trusting, and very relaxed if someone picks her up and carries her. But dang. It is so cool to have someone just pitch in and help out and not only help out, but suggest things.
After the mountain walk there wasn't much time, so we rushed back to my place for hot chocolate and grilled cheese sandwiches. One happy wenchie, with family in my house after the snow munching out. yay!!!
I went with him again to drop off his daughter. He totally gets along well with his kids' moms. It is boggling, after my parents' shitty post-separation communication (my dad wouldn't even speak with my mom to leave a message saying he was going to be late to pick us up). And his kids totally adore him, and eachother. They are halfsiblings, but dang. We are in the McDo's (where the rendezvous with the mom was), and rollerboy is sitting there and his sister gives him a huge hug, sits on his knee (he is 12, she 9) and he gives her a hug. !! dang!
Anyways, so yeah, behind 5 days on the comics. You know what? I totally privilege actual real people and getting a life. Do you know how nice it is hang out with affectionate funny people, just doing normal people things like eating, sleeping, shopping, picking up and dropping off kids? Dang. Who knew there were such well-balanced people IN this world!! HE thinks that his life is complicated with the visitation schedules and all, and I am just like 'wow, look, we're gonna pick up another one of his kids to hang out with'. hah! He's such a great dad... strict enough on getting the dishes washed, and homework, but joking around with the 'hand monster' crunch crunch. Totally relaxed (rollerboy was taunting us with an open condom wrapper left on the bedside table, and his daughter.. dang, need a nickname... why don't we call her groovygirl?... was singsonging "les amoureuses les amoureuses" when we were kissing on the walk on the mountain). I told him yesterday how much I like that he is openly affectionate with me in public, in front of the kids and his kids' moms etc. Makes me feel totally wanted and accepted. Holding hands or just bending over to kiss me.
I did get him to find something else to call me than sweatpea though... everytime I hear that I get this image of the cartoon baby in popeye! hah!
I don't think I can even be cautiously optimistic anymore.
ps, he just sent me a really cute 'thinking of you' email from work, with a funky little madeupofcharacters head beside it, with little hearts coming from the head.
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