What also occurred to me is that maybe our WASs feel like little fish in the big ocean with sharks like us pursuing them, just waiting for them to screw up so we can eat them for dinner...
Hence the name of my Finding Nemo-inspired thread. As you can see, I'm a big fan. And since my dad's family are Aussies (though not one of them is related to P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney), I felt that this would be the proper tribute to them, my addiction to crazymaking (like poor old Bruce's addiction to fish) and becoming a nicer shark.
Though I'd like to believe I've progressed beyond Step 5!
May we all help each other work on our shark-like tendencies from here on out...
OR may I be chopped up and made into soup!
Betsey
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
Betsey, Not only do you have more hours in your day somehow, but you also have way more imagination than the average bear!
I got not one thing done today. Wait, I take that back- I conversed with some great people, and I am learning more about myself through them. That beats scrubbing the tub any day!
So, what did you think about a letter to my FIL? Do you think it is a waste of time? I just want to put that all behind me. And honestly, I fear for the day that he dies (which shouldn't be too far off, because he smokes like a chimney and has had 2 heart attacks already)because I know that H will be DEVESTATED (unless he gets a lot of this unfinished business resolved), and he will not allow me to comfort him because he will think that I hated the man anyway! Hope you followed that huge sentence! I guess I am thinking way too far ahead. But that's what I do! So, you see, I would like to at least make a good faith gesture of some sort. Not for him, not for H, but for me. This has been a thorn in my side for too long.
Betsy, you kill me... love your humor. And loved the movie, myself.
Quote: What also occurred to me is that maybe our WASs feel like little fish in the big ocean with sharks like us pursuing them, just waiting for them to screw up so we can eat them for dinner...
And spit them out, and eat them, and spit them out, and eat them... I am sure this is what keeps them away for so long...
Relax. Appreciate. Be calm. Laugh. Enjoy. Be secure. Be loving. Be loved. Don't personalize. Don't ASSume. Accept. Be grateful.
Opt, you can be Dory--and we have your word that you've never eaten another fish? Since your a natural blue, you've got the role.
As you can guess, I'M Bruce. (Hallo, Bruce.)
Pam, go rent the movie. It's well worth buying, though. You don't need to have a kid to appreciate the humor!
Holding, I'm glad you're laughing!
The idea popped into my head on my way home from work. So I grabbed D9 (before driving her to the birthday/slumber party) and made her repeat the conversations so I had something to go on.
Yes, there are days when I feel I need INTERVENTION! from eating that miserable little guppy... um, Mr. Wonderful... for lunch.
With your help at this meeting, I must remember: Fish are friends. Not food.
I'll try to login on chat in a few minutes. D6 is watching Monsters Inc. and naked from the waist down (she peed in her pants on the way to the party).
Plus I can't spend too long because she tends to act up when I'm not paying attention to her (and as long as I'm here, I'm not).
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming...
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
