Scott, Use of the term 'downtown" for that particularr acitivity really changes the meaning of this song! For those of us old enough to remember it that is! Downtown by Petula Clark
When you're alone And life is making you lonely, You can always go downtown When you've got worries, All the noise and the hurry Seems to help, I know, downtown Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty How can you lose? The lights are much brighter there You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares and go Downtown, things'll be great when you're Downtown, no finer place for sure, Downtown, everything's waiting for you (Downtown) Don't hang around And let your problems surround you There are movie shows downtown Maybe you know Some little places to go to Where they never close downtown Just listen to the rhythm of a gentle bossanova You'll be dancing with 'em, too, before the night is over Happy again The lights are much brighter there You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares and go Downtown where all the lights are bright, Downtown, waiting for you tonight, Downtown, you're gonna be alright now (Downtown downtown) Downtown (Downtown) And you may find somebody kind to help and understand you Someone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand to Guide them along So, maybe I'll see you there We can forget all our troubles, forget all our cares and go Downtown, things'll be great when you're Downtown, don't wait a minute more, Downtown, everything's waiting for you Downtown (downtown) downtown (downtown) Downtown (downtown) downtown (downtown)
Lillie, Just wanted to report that H is having the cyst removed on Monday. I finally laid down the law and insisted he have it removed and we will set up a payment plan with doc's office.
I *hate* getting into the mother role and 'insisting' he do anything but what else could I do? It's already the size of a golf ball and bleeds when it's touched--gag!!!!
Men are so strange about taking care of themselves.
Update: Not too shabby around here. Not hot and steamy like last week, but not a famine either. All flirting is coming from me, but his job has gotten super crappy within the last 2 weeks and he's so *very* stressed he has a hard time unwinding at night. And of course, our little ones don't make conditions right for unwinding.
MrsNOP, Can I ask you a question? Do you think you could have undertaken the process for repairing your R when your daughter was little? MrH brings them up all the time as a reason why he has a hard time being sexual and I'm, frankly, not sure to what degree to believe this. Well "believe" is not the word I'm looking for, but I'm in a hurry. I'm not even sure what my true question is here...maybe something like, How much is reasonable for me to expect in light of the fact that he really *does* have a hard time with the noise and chaos concentrating on me and/or us. Then after they go to bed, he wants to go to sleep because he is tired from work. Sometimes I'm not sure what is reasonable to ask for, and what is being selfish and not understanding the difficulties that his temperament dishes up wrt being my sex god.
This is a perfect example of ramblicity (ty lillie) so ignore it if it doesn't make sense.
honey, bravo on getting the uglybump removed! Why don't you ask the surgeon to save it and you can have it mounted inside a lucite block... it might come in handy if H pulls any weird stuff in the future. If the story starts to morph into how it was just a teeny tiny bump that was no big deal but HE had it removed to set YOUR mind at ease, you can whip that puppy out and say, "You mean this disgusting golf ball thing?!?"
I'll bet getting that thing removed will improve his disposition considerably.
Ditto, yah on getting the H removed....Ugh, I mean getting the alien spore thing excised from his neck I'm sure you will breath easier.
Golf ball sized, yikes! MrsGGB had a cyst/fatty tumor removed from her cheek a few years ago. She kept refusing until hers got to be about the size of a cherry because she didn't want to spend the money. Are you sure she and your H aren't related?
Since we're talking about bodily disfiguration... I had a cyst about the size of a lentil (caper, mung bean... can't think of anything else that small) on my outer private zone.... well just inside the outer but not quite in the inner... if you catch my drift. I've had it for years and years...
My bf used that as a reason not to Go Down There or even to touch me there. He actually said that to our second couples counselor... that "Lil has this cyst..." and the "eeeewwwww" was implied.
Well a while ago I took matters into my own hands and removed it-- a pretty simple uncomplicated matter involving ice and... well.... some other stuff. No big deal. That was at least 10 months ago. I told him it was gone right after I did it--- I implied it disappeared by itself, as cysts sometimes do-- and he has yet to see or feel for himself that it's gone. So I guess it wasn't such a big obstacle after all.
Well wishes for Mr. HP's proceedure on Monday. I had one of those cysts like the one that GGB referred to, on my face and had it removed several years ago. It was a simple out patient visit to a doctor my W recommended. The thing I remember most about it was trying to stay absolutely motionless he approached my face with the scalpel. Hoping and praying that I didn't have to sneeze or hiccup.
I wanted to comment on what you said here though.
Quote: ... but his job has gotten super crappy within the last 2 weeks and he's so *very* stressed he has a hard time unwinding at night.
I'll try not to speak for all men, but for myself in general. When work gets really stressful, and probably a little more so during the holiday season with the added burden on the household budget. There is a very important fact that I try to remind myself of regularly. Although my role as the provider (hunterer-gatherer) is really an essentail part of my wiring, especially with with a SAHM in the equation. During my drive home at the end of the day, I remind my self that my most important job, the one that really maters most, is the one that begins when I pull into the driveway in the evening. So I try to use my time behind the wheel as a transition, where I can purge out the frustrations and headaches of the day, and then be ready to take on the real work associated with my family waiting at home. I'll turn off raido with it's hopeless traffic reports and depressing evening news bites and put in a cd (no commercials) of some of my favorite music and try to let it all go away... (until tomorrow anyway).
Does it always work?...uhh... No. Sometimes it is too much and there are lingering effects when I get home. On those days, I am thankful that I have someone with whom I can share that with, because that helps too. But these times tend to come along in waves and maybe next week will be better.
What I'm trying to get at here, is for me, although sometimes work just really sucks... It's still just one of my jobs. My most important one awaits for me at home. I try to do what ever I can to not let too many issues/stresses of the one flood into the other. I'm not preaching here, just an observation. Sometimes it is hard and I wanted to share what works for me. Mine is Jimmy Buffett or Bob Marley. I pop in the CD and then I'm mentally in my hammock beneath a palm tree by the beach, if only for 30 minutes or so...
So a suggestion. Get him a CD of his favorite music for his ride home. Have Santa put it in his stocking next weekend. Maybe something like..."All Time Marine Favorite Marching Limerics" with the bonus tracks "The Ride Of The Valkyries" and "Battle Hymn of the Republic"
Just my 2 pennies...
"And wrinkles only go where the smiles have been." J. Buffett
I'm sure you will breath easier.
I've had it for years and years...
