enough about sex positions has anyone discovered a reading position which doesn’t get uncomfortable after 5 minutes
Ah, the things you learn while researching for a book.
If I could, I would sing you a lullaby, and you would slip sweetly into dreams of whatever made you happiest.
What my Dad said: (viciously shucking corn) You want to take some of this with you?
What I thought: I already have a bag of apples and fifteen cucumbers. I can’t even eat corn. Why is he offering it to me? He knows I can’t eat it. ::sigh:: No, he probably doesn’t because he doesn’t listen to me.
What I said: No thanks.
What my dad heard: I don’t love you. I don’t appreciate you. I hate you and everything you try to do for me. Go fuck yourself.
So we ended up shouting at each other for fifteen minutes before I took my hubs and baby and drove back to KY. Just, you know, in case you thought your relationship with your parents would change, maybe even get better as you all got older, it doesn’t. Not really. Apparently, once a selfish, ungrateful child, always a selfish, ungrateful child. I am so tired of proving myself different, and it’s hard knowing that he still doesn’t understand me at all.
I have always loved and played board games, but my brother started me on Nintendo and Sega games when I was in high school and he was supposedly in college. Then, when we got a computer (in the dark ages), he moved me on to some computer games. Jeez, I had a game called Rock Star where the only way to be successful was to do drugs and die of an overdose. I played things like Sims 1 for a while until I got bored.
When I got with Fluffy, he was very into Playstation 2 final fantasy and strategy games and DiabloII. I bought DiabloII so we would have something we could play together. This was my first real introduction to fantasy role-playing games, and I loved it! Whenever I had a bad day, I could come home and blast and hack monsters. Very therapeutic.
Fluffy used to play Dungeons and Dragons when he was in the Navy, and he got back into it briefly when he found some classmates in uni who were into it. Then, Dungeons and Dragons online came out. We both got into that, since it was easier than trying to find a pen and paper game. We have met many people through our guild online and had a meet-up at our house last fall for about 10 of us to get together and play pen and paper DnD. I still have issues understanding character builds and such, but I enjoy it. Online or on paper, I have so much fun connecting with people through games. Some of my best friends I have met this way. Fluffy and I play DiabloIII now, too.
You don’t have to be good to enjoy yourself, as long as you aren’t playing with assholes who make you feel bad for not being born an expert. Games like DnD take a while to learn. I still know very little, and there are different versions. But again, as long as you are playing with people who just want to have fun, not knowing much isn’t a big deal.
I’m a little over-zealous about things I like. Ask me about writing or gaming, and I am like a big, dumb dog slobbering and wiggling my butt to tell you everything I know, completely overwhelm you, and put you off the topic for life.
My mother keeps insisting that Fluffy and I “go do something” while Spawn naps. Somehow, she has yet to understand or refuses to understand that when Spawn is asleep, all I want to do is sleep/read/write, not leave the house. I want to leave the house when he’s awake.
She went into the bathroom of the restaurant, and after doing her business, she went to the row of…
Remember when I used to actually write stuff, sexy stuff, for this blog?
what the american school system teaches us
The mother of one of my FB friends (a friend I went to elementary, middle, and high school with) put up a post asking for prayer requests for her mother. The next day, she said that the family was encouraged because her mother’s foot jumped when her sister tickled it and her heart rate increased whenever someone talked to her or played her favorite music.
I read this “encouraging” post to Fluffy, and he said, “Oh, that’s too bad for her.”
"What?" I asked.
"That’s what my dad did, after his heart attack. That same stuff. She’s done. Her brain is toast. Somebody must not have found her soon enough."
The next day, my friend posted that they were donating her mother’s organs and to thank everyone for their support. And this just reminds me that Fluffy lost his father when he was 14 and his mother when he was 24. That’s a lot of loss for a young man, even if he never felt particularly loved by his parents. Makes me hug him a little too hard sometimes.