<<Haha you guys crack me up! let's link someone's preference to judging just to make him look stupid, nice! Let's say if you knew someone who had a few people burried in his backyard but he's the nicest person to you- you must agree with his lifestyle or else you'd be judging him?>>
Romeo, I am just having a little fun...I am not trying to make anyone look stupid (except myself). Please do not compare a murderer to someone who smokes pot or is more promiscuous than you like.
<<So let's just say different people have different point of views and preferences. Let's hope we all find who we're looking for as opposed to trying to change one another's pov.>> Amen to that ..... however, I don't think anyone was trying to change anyone else's pov.
It was a 6-8 hours ride. Some places were really crowded, I dont think that much though... It was back in 1991, I was 20 yrs old. God it was freezing cold for me.
BTW, I think my porn last name was Onatop but I cant remember Kerry... (Bond girl always)
And I wasnt trying to change anyone's mind either about what they should be looking for or not. I was trying to point out though that judging people is not my taste. K
It was a 6-8 hours ride. Some places were really crowded, I dont think that much though... It was back in 1991, I was 20 yrs old. God it was freezing cold for me.
I believe when old Mikey did a thread on the subject, I was Fonda Dixx.
Using the system it would be Peanut Butter Elm. Not a sexy name...
OK off to my counseling session. I had a rough conversation w/my mom yesterday, so hoping she can help me with that.
My mom is an uber-martyr, victim-mentality type. I love her, she is my mom. But she honestly wears me out. She has to worry about everything. I mean, I really think she is incapable of NOT worrying. If I say I am going to Omaha "At this hour? It's dark. In the rain? It's windy. With this traffic?" and on, and on, and on. Like when I told her I was taking the kids to Chicago for vacation: "I wouldn't fly alone with two kids. Is your hotel safe? Do you know what you are doing? You aren't going to go walking around by yourself are you?" (Gee, no, Mom, the pedophiles and other sex offenders will be keeping me company...)
In her mind, worry/concern=love. She still calls me asking "Where are you? What are you doing?" all the time. I mean, it's not like I am a spy and I can't reveal my whereabouts, but it just really isn't her business where I am all the time. If I get cranky about it she always replies, "Well I called your house and you weren't home. I just love you and worry about you."
Her biggest fall back line is, "Well I just love you kids too much I guess." Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh And when that doesn't let her 'win', she reverts to crying. So hard to deal with sometimes...
Ok off to counseling I go. Then home. Have to do a report on Bosnian food--its origins, food staples, ceremonial meals, etc. Kerry you are the Web Master, can you point me to a good website for that??
