funny we are having this shouting/communicating discussion now. A LJ friend up in bay area is having serious marriage problems. Less than a year already, and he SCREAMS at her. She is quiet, bookworm, nerdy, church mouse type of gal. She's resorted to yelling back. He's kicked her out of the apartment several times now. This time, she is staying out. But considering moving back in, for the marriage. He says "none of my past gf's ever were like this, you are different". Apparently he was mr nice guy during dating. They waited till married to move in, to have sex, and, apparently, to scream at each other. It's rough. I'm trying to convince her to get a lawyer, or at least marriage counseling.

Man, Omnis, that is rough.

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So, it's half three in the morning in Britain. I fell asleep around 5pm, so I'm wide awake now. It's about 9am in Bangkok, so I reckon that's okay - I don't mind staying on Bangkok time, since I'll be back in a few days.

So - lovely to be back with the family. Yesterday my parents' house guests were still here - I arrived in the UK Saturday lunchtime, and weesisterJay & her lovely boyfriend of 2 years (whom I've never met) picked me up at Manchester airport. That evening everyone went out to the Rotary Presidential Evening do, but I stayed home, had a bath and then flaked out, after 23 hours of travel on top of a full day at work (and 4 hours stuck in traffic in the monsoon, trying to get the cat to the cattery and then get to the airport, and VERY VERY VERY nearly missing my plane).

Yesterday was the farewell dinner thing - every year my father's Rotary Club either hosts the Rotary Club from Neede, in Holland, or else they visit them; this year the Dutch were visiting us. My parents have been hosting the same couple (or visiting them) for about 20 years, so even though my grandmother died just before they arrived, my mum didn't want to disrupt the 'Dutch Weekend'. Plus, it's been a blessed distraction for her. Anyway, yes - the funeral's on Tuesday, but in the meanwhile they've been doing all this social fun stuff with old friends.

Anyway - yesterday, beautiful sunny day, farewell luncheon being hosted at this gorgeous house in the country with a stunning garden. Much chatter and leisurely consumption of food and drink. And this Dutch bloke, who introduces himself as "Kissy Tony", sits down at the table where weeSisterJay and I are sitting with one of the British Rotarians, while other people drift around, and he's all fucking Spanish Inquisition tastic. Has his hand on the (female) Rotarian's knee so she has to tell him to remove it, and is then quizzing my sister on her relationship with her boyfriend (who's in attendance at the event, but is busy watching the Grand Prix with various other folks at this point), and asks me if I'm dating. Which, frankly, who the fuck are you and what business is it of yours? But being British, of course I don't say that.
"No," I say.
"And have you ever dated?" he says.
"Not in Bangkok," I say politely.
"But she - your sister is living with her boyfriend," he says.
"No I'm not," says my sister.
"Er - no, they live in different countries," I say.
"Yes," says weeSister.
"Ah, but you're together every weekend!" Dutchguy informs my sister, inaccurately. "And you're sleeping together, right?" We both just stare at him. "I mean, you're both in the same bed now, in your parents' house?"
"Yes, Heidi," I say, turning to stare at my sister, somewhat bug-eyed. "Do tell us all about your sex life. Actually, let's get everyone over here to hear all the juicy details of what you get up to in bed."
"We have bunk beds," she says, rolling her eyes. "We're just penpals. This is the first time we've ever met."
"Ho ho. But you've never lived with someone?" he asks me. "I mean, in a straight relationship?" I blink.
"Actually, this is the first time I've ever lived on my own," I say. "But, no, I've never lived with someone I was in a relationship with." At which point the other woman at the table manages to wave my mother over and forces her to talk to Obnoxious Guy and distract him from us.

Seriously? I mean...SERIOUSLY? Social skills?

I really wish that I had given him a blunt and crushing put-down, but there you are - all three of us were sitting there crippled by this whole Anglo Saxon politeness thing, where you might find yourself taking the piss and getting sarcastic, but actually saying "Sorry, I realise that you are old and ugly and that talking about our sex lives may be interesting to you, but all three of us are frankly disgusted by your lack of courtesy. Kindly fuck off and die" simply isn't thinkable at the time.

Wow, Fay. That guy had a ridiculous lack of social skills.

Re: cranberry, i sometimes also go for cranberry concentrate pills, easier to choke down than real cranberry juice. When i do the real juice, i usually dilute it heavily with fizzy water and a sqeeze of lime. Vodka doesn't hurt ;)

Are you feeling better , erin?

In general, my family is quiet. DH can actually make me mad enough to scream incoherently. But , I also get over being mad at him pretty quickly. So I figure the trade off , while still very foreign to me, might be worth it.

and wow, I Know some people can be clueless, fay -- but that was extra special.

JesusGOD, Fay-- that's unbelievable. In what universe would someone even begin to imagine that's appropriate conversation anywhere other than prison?

Fay, that was a bit mindbogglingly clueless. If I had been there, I would have smiled brightly and said in a cheery tone, "I'm sorry, these questions are completely inappropriate! We're going to change the topic now!"

But then, I am not one for subtlety in those sorts of situations.

I know that you all want a mom update - this morning she sends this long email to me and my bro about Family Tradition (her caps, not mine) and what she wants to do tomorrow. (side note: it's not a Family Tradition (tm) if only part of the family does it). She posts a PS that apologizes for "losing it". Bro, who has been warned, responds and says that he'll take one for the team. He calls her and she goes on and on, says it's "inhumane" to leave her on Memorial Day (side note pt. 2- what makes this day so fucking special? she could stay home and never know that it was "memorial day"). so, we're all doing the crazy tomorrow. yay!

Unrelatedly, we tried to go to Taco Bell to get the kids' meal b/c the toy is luchadores you put on your thumbs to thumb-wrestle, and the Taco Bell drive-thru voice over the squawk-box said that their kids' meals didn't come with toys. FAIL.

Oh, that is such BULLSHIT We have PROOF to the contrary. I'll try to get a few for you up here, Teppy and send them on. Owen left two at my sister's but we have two more and I'm going to just keep going back until we get a collection. They rock!

Tep, they're also on their website. I'd check with corporate or try another store in your area. They're called Thumbs of Fury.