Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Apparently, with the ADD he thinks my conversations are still like that.
The Boy's conversations are very linear, but that's because he's excellent at focusing as long as the other person is right there. Otherwise, all bets are off.
(Last night, I was washing a sinkful [and then some] of dishes, and he was outside mowing the lawn. The phone rings, 2 rooms away. I grab a dish towel, and sprint for the phone. It's The Boy, on his cell phone, out in the front yard. He called to tell me the yard was full of lightning bugs and I should come outside.
On the one hand, awwwwwww. But on the other hand -- well, my reply to him was, "Are you SERIOUSLY calling me to tell me THAT?"
And then 2 minutes later I thought, I'd rather have a boyfriend who tells me to come outside and see the lightning bugs than a boyfriend who tells me to get my bitchass back in the kitchen and wash his dishes.
So I turned off the water and went outside.)
That makes me think of a story about a coworker my wife had once in the pre-Leif days. Apparently the night they went to the hospital for her to give birth, she was working on cleaning the dishes before they left. Her husband told her that she shouldn't have to worry about the dishes before going to give birth, she could leave them until she got back home.
They also named their kid Norbert Adolf, but that's aside from the point.
Aw, that's a very sweet story.
ETA: This was about Tep's post, but Gud's is sweet as well. Almost as sweet as my wife going to several stores looking for Otter Pops for me when I mentioned I wanted some the other day. Sweetness.
Lightning bugs trump nearly everything. God, I miss lightning bugs.
I've missed lightning bugs too, this year.
The Boy's conversations are very linear, but that's because he's excellent at focusing as long as the other person is right there. Otherwise, all bets are off.
::nodding:: All our life together, DH has been a workhorse. I won't say workaholic, but very dedicated to doing the best job possible, and willing to devote a lot of extra time to make sure of that. Also, there were times when one or both of us were working second jobs. So the time we spent together was precious, and I was very focused.
Now that he's home *alla time!* I've relaxed, I'm not "on", I'm at home, and my hair is down. I haven't changed, I still function, it's just...sideways, sometimes, or roundabout. And my conversation makes sense to me internally, but I'm not actually stating all the steps--in fact, sometimes I leap whole series of steps in a process, and asking me to go back and show my work just gets you and me both O_o ? And then I've lost my place and have to start All Over.
He looks at me and thinks my little red choo choo has gone chugging 'round the bend, and *I've always been this way! I just could hide it better when you weren't all up in my bidness 24/7!*
Um. So, we're having to make some adjustments.
And my conversation makes sense to me internally, but I'm not actually stating all the steps--in fact, sometimes I leap whole series of steps in a process, and asking me to go back and show my work just gets you and me both O_o ?
This is me and Lewis-- although we're both very logical and linear, I can jump many steps and even work through multiple scenarios in mere seconds-- and he'll be going, "But what if we—?" and I'll be like, "No. No. No."to each of his "But what if..."
Finally, one day, he got thoroughly frustrated with me and said, "How can you be so SURE?" And I had to go back and explain every logical progression and theory I'd already run through and he just sat there, open-mouthed and said, "There's no way that you went through all of those that fast."
Actually... yeah, I kinda did.
He's more used to it now, but with the outside world, I have to be very careful, because it's the kind of thing that gets you labeled "know-it-all, insufferable, smart-ass."
Which... okay. But still. I don't have to be obnoxious about it.
My family drives outsiders crazy by carrying on one disjointed conversation for days, so that one of us will be telling a story and get distracted, and then hours later say the punchline.
but with the outside world, I have to be very careful, because it's the kind of thing that gets you labeled "know-it-all, insufferable, smart-ass."
I am, apparently, Barb.
I thought it was the coolest thing to see the moon following me home on the ride home from where ever we were. I also observed the Y shaped streetlights on the parkway, as they came closer, the Y appeared to shrink a bit. It was the coolest thing. And ya know, learning science and math, and why things do what they do, did *not* decrease the cool factor!
I had my interview for top candidate. Went *very* well. Looks like there are 2 weeks of possible conflict at the start of the contract. However, it appears, just as I was leaving for that meeting, a note went out saying there was a company meeting. Today. That I got, just in time for my return to my desk. Except, at this hour, the meeting is 45 minutes away. C'mon people! ADVANCE NOTICE ≠ 2 hours! @@
Holy shit people. It is 80 degrees and crystal clear skies in Alaska right now. It is so fucking beautiful!
Holy shit people. It is 80 degrees and crystal clear skies in Alaska right now. It is so fucking beautiful!
Al Gore was right! Global Warming!!! The Ice Caps are SURE to melt with 80º!
