Nice quote, Nomo. I guess you really wanted me to read that (and with good reason, too: You are a sharp one).
Thank you, as always. Of course I am trying to convince myself.
Old Zen saying: "Do not aim for the target, allow the target to come to you."
Anyway, I gotta make this quick, as I am supposed to be on my way to an outservice but just had to drop in. MIL came by this morning, and had to call me to get in the house as I had hit the snooze button for over an hour. Rolled out of bed, jumped into a t-shirt and my now drastically oversized work pants (Remember, I've lost nearly 8 inches off of my waist in the last 3-4 months), ran down stairs to let her in, went back up to get ready for work, snuck into S's room (he was kind of awake), told him I loved him, thanked him for the weekend, told him I would see him again as soon as I could and to be a good boy for MIL (He always is). Headed downstairs with the full intention of getting clear of MIL as quickly as possible. She had other plans. Started off by saying that "everyone" had agreed to take up a collection to buy me some new clothes because of all the weight I had lost, then threw in a line about only addressing W as "Betty Blubberbutt". I played as cool as I could, which was pretty cool, but she would not be deterred. Told me that her entire family was just disgusted with W, even W's Father and Step-Mother (The father that told me "she's a grown woman, she can make her own decisions", and the Step-mother that was supposed to help her get a $70,000 unsecured loan from the bank she works for) had a 2-hour+ screaming match with W recently. The family has already come up with a nickname for OM, "Roger Rabbit" which is a clever play on his real name. MIL does not realize this, and I to stop myself from telling her, but W has fallen into the classic trap of trying to be with someone who is my exact opposite (Her last OM, who knows her current OM, has publicly refered to him has "The Village Idiot", a name which truly fits his mental abilities.) Apparently, MIL told W (in regards to the trip planned for last week) that if she did go out of town, she should not come back (exact echo of my sentiments to W last weekend). W's brother's wife, a person that I have had some tensionwith over the years, called W some very unfriendly names and now refuses to communicate with her on any level. My SIL (mentioned in previous posts), is apparently preganant (they have been trying for more than a year). I plan on calling her this afternoon to congratulate her and offer any assistance that I can.
Fun morning, and there is much I have left out, but the fact remains: I flatly refuse to care.
Song just heard on the radio: Tracy Chapman's "Give me the reason". That just may have to become my theme song, if I decide to start having a theme song.
