Hi Bruce! This happens to be H's name, so I won't be referring to you as this after this post
Can you please help the domestically challenged and tell me how to cook a steak without the grill? I bought 3 that come in a package together, nothing too fancy. I pulled them out for dinner tonight and don't have a flipping clue what to do with them
So glad to hear Mr. W showed his happy side again to you. I'm sure there was a lot of that when you started dating. I hate this...I can never remember if a lot is one or two words. Good thing I don't teach English!!!
Species: Hammerhead Shark Anchor is as frightening as they come. Because of his appearance, it is very difficult for him to make friends with other fish in the ocean. But he means well, and the last thing he wants to do is harm another fellow fish. he sticks with his sharky friends Bruce and Chum, where he stays true to the establishment: Fish-eaters Anonymous Group.
Whoa, Bets, that must have been a scary picture when my shark description begins with 'because of his appearance'! LOL, Bella emailed me this from the Nemo website when I told her I was anchor the shark.
Besides the low appearance blow, I think I do fit pretty well as Anchor. I’ll take it!
"It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere."
--Agnes Repplier, writer and historian
Quote: NEMO - hey there man, you know you've got what it takes, it's just that no one seems to see things the way you do. don't worry about it! you know they're just looking out for you . sooner or later they'll see you for who you really are and then it will be your time to shine. just hang in there kid. be yourself!
CBH--I promise not to make you call me Bruce. I'm a little fed up with cops right now anyway. Had a discussion with Denver's finest after dinner last night regarding our little motor home issue. Well, since whoever it is is B&E, they have to arrest him.
The nice side of me says good--he'll get a warm place to sleep and a hot meal. The other side feels just a smidge guilty.
So then I called my folks (who bought 16 boxes of GS cookies from D9--my mother always seems to outbuy me...). My dad got on the phone, and I told him about our little problem. Man, does this guy STILL have a cop inside him after 24 years of retirement.
He went off on me about not going in the motor home by myself, and planting the seed that it's one of Denver's 10 most wanted living there--because the cops routinely check the shelters for homeless people with outstanding warrants, etc. He told me that I better press charges if the cops arrest him...
And good old Mr. Wonderful... whose only concern is that the guy is going #2 in the toilet, which is winterized and without any chemicals.
Kitti and Trish--Well, is there any trouble sharing the status of Nemo? I don't see any reason we can't share...
Opt and Odga--Any legal matters pertaining to this issue can be handled out of my ocean. I have enough legal issues here!
Meredith--Anchor is still okay in my book, because I never judge a shark by its cover!
Now I have to head out to the motor home with my boss (who carries) and check out the bathroom so I can give Mr. W. a turd report... Then on to D9's teacher to discuss some math problems. Then I have to find time to do the work I'm being paid to do!
Oh, and CBH--if you don't have a George Foreman grill, you can broil the steaks. They don't taste as good, but they beat frying them. Make sure your rack is fairly close to the coils or gas source, though. Otherwise, you'll need a nap...
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming...
B (this way I can be Bruce or 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."
I did speak several times to Mr. Wonderful yesterday, and I feel like we're making some progress with joint decision making and problem solving (previously big problem areas for us in our M).
Positive #1--I asked for his input to the decision to allow D9 to have her ears pierced (a 180 for me). She did it 3 years ago and when the earring fell out in the pool shortly after she got it pierced, she let them close. Actually, it was a battle, because she had started complaining about cleaning them and was, in general, a butthead.
Mr. W. was at his desk and very amenable to setting conditions for his approval. He tied some conditions of his own (that he doesn't want to hear one complaint pop out of her mouth for the daily care) and told me to go ahead and let her do them again (she's paying out of her allowance).
I thanked him for his input (but now I see that I appreciate the fact that I didn't get his former standard answer--I don't care). And he ended the call on a happy note. Note to me: call him again this morning and tell him that it made me happy.
Positive #2--I had to phone him back after that call to discuss the math call with her teacher. I let him know that the teacher feels D9 is doing fine but was unprepared for the quiz... she suggested I do some cards and really work on getting her multiplication tables down to automatic right answers. She also suggested that we work on long division (the way we learned it and teach to her) and work with no remainders and then building to decimals.
He said he would work with her on the division (I'm glad because he has real patience for stuff like this). I also chuckled and told him that I'm glad I married a total geek--after all, what kind of guy does differential equations for his job AND LIKES THEM?!!!
He laughed and said, "At your service, ma'am."
That's about it for me for now.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming... no fish for food today!
"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."
I phoned Mr. W. to thank him again for helping me with my dilemma with D9 (which really wasn't a dilemma... his conditions mirrored my own). He said, "You're welcome."
I should have realized that someone was in his office, because he only speaks one or two words when around someone else...
Anyway, I kept on, "Mr. W., what I'm really trying to say is that I'm totally jazzed at the new you... the one who doesn't say <I don't care> when I ask for input and has something important to point out. I really think you have worked really hard at changing and I want to let you notice that I see it. I like it."
I could feel him blush... and then his answer, "Betsey, thanks for being so positive. I appreciate your noticing. Who would have figured?"
(Note to self: how could I not? The old guy was so damn depressing and sullen...)
And then I saw one of my goals for moving closer happen right before my eyes...
"So-and-so is in my office, so I really can't talk right now. But he's in here to ask me to go on an emergency business trip to DC next Tues and Wed. Would you mind horribly if I left you hanging with the schedule? If so, maybe I can see if there is another way around this trip."
I surprised the hell out of myself (where did that old, snotty Betsey go?) by saying, "Mr. W. a biz trip is a biz trip, and I told you that I supported you in your new job 100%. If you have to go, that's fine. But if you wouldn't mind working on the details right now so I can plan for the rearranging, I would greatly appreciate your help."
He said, "You got it. I'll call you back after lunch."
Meredith, the old me would have said, "Why do I always have to rearrange my schedule for your work crises? What if D fires me some day for being so irratic?" (Knowing full well that D would commit suicide first before firing my ass... and since he just bought 12 boxes of GS cookies, I can say this with absolute conviction.)
And the old Mr. W. would have said, "Well, I have to go. They asked me to (and the implication would be that his job was more important than his family) and I'm going. So you'll deal with it.
What am I going to eat if I don't eat fish?
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."
Quote: What am I going to eat if I don't eat fish?
Plankton, Bruce. Didn't Dory type that to you already? I'll give you some wonderful plankton crock pot recipies. Pretty good...almost better than fish. Tastes like chicken
You have much to be proud of! I don't think that was a baby step. He communicated without using the phrase 'I don't care', he didn't accept the trip without taking your schedule and opinion into consideration AND he volunteered to call you back to make the plans before the 11th hour! Go YOU!! Go Mr. W!!!!
"It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere."
--Agnes Repplier, writer and historian
Wow, you just Db'ed like the queen you are! you kept it all level and flying straight!
You got a chance to support his job, you answered his requests with a great deal of grace and you come off looking like a hero!!!
He got your vibe and responded back with a thoughtful suggestion.
You even said the perfect thing: " I would greatly appreciate your help."
Wow he must be flying!
You just boosted his ego up a few notches...You may not have been aware of it, but your consideration of him, makes him want to be considerate of you.
You can eat anything you want!
Caviar??
TTYl Trish
ps. just left a long post on my place.....after all that typing the minute I finished a thought flashed in my mind, this is just like august....I think I got it....he's doing a little bit of crazymaking!!! I almost feel like laughing...except what I need to do is respond appropriately. I am soo glad I could see it for what it is!
Do you agree?
TTYL
pss. You know of course that my being able to see this for what it is is all because of you my friend!!!
