Sunday, Feb. 26, 2006
I've tried several times now to start another entry but life, as always, has a tendency to interrupt you while you're trying to scrounge a point from what you're saying.
We've had a very busy week this week, between the two businesses. We are still waiting to hear if we won the bid on the web work for a local government entity; we have got the job managing computer work for a local public-access TV station, which started Friday. Neither one pay very much. A little bit is still a heck of a lot better than nothing!
MC is enjoying the work, which fortunately doesn't require him to be on his feet. He had an injury to an ankle a while back and it always bothers him somewhat. This weekend the "somewhat" blew up into substantially more, rendering him darned close to immobile. We had to postpone some plans for the weekend and pretty much stay put. I took over the dog-ly duties (walking the dog, specifically) for the time being, though MC still insisted it was his job to take out the trash.
After dealing for years with men who wouldn't work, it's kind of an adjustment to deal with a fellow Type-A personality. Luckily we seem to think alike (yeah I know - I should probably replace "luckily" with "frighteningly") so there's really no conflict at all.
This weekend is racing on TV. Unlike her-story, I do consider racing to be sport. Furthermore, MC is a fanatic, and we've agreed that when it's possible for us, we'll be traveling to see some local racing. ("Local" being a relative term - the tracks are about 90 miles from here, in two directions.) In the interim, he's propped up on the sofa, his feet elevated and the remote in hand. I've got homemade chicken soup simmering and there's homemade bread rising and gingerbread cooling on the counter.
If that's not a picture of man paradise, I don't know what is.
Well yeah, I suppose the man paradise would include a couple of women in bikinis and a six pack of beer, but that ain't gonna happen, at least not the women in bikinis. Whatever else is true, I don't share, and MC said the same. Friendships, yeah - but y'all already know what I think about cheating in general. I won't go into the specifics again. I know there's gray areas when circumstances bitch-slap people into something they wouldn't normally do, and I refuse to pass judgment on anybody unless I've walked that mile in their moccosins. I've got a feeling that doing so would give me some pretty sore feet, among other things.
As to the beer, MC had the option and said no. (But he did reserve a request for a rum and Coke later tonight, so I suspect he's got a little bit of pie-rat in him, Poolagirl.)
This weekend has flown by. How is it Friday takes FOREVER to arrive, and Sunday's here before you know it? It's a conspiracy, I tell ya!
Finally, a quizlet lifted from boxx:
Are You Romantic or Realistic?
You Are A Romantic Realist
You are more romantic than 40% of the population.
You tend to be grounded when it comes to romance.
Sure, you can fall hard... but only for someone you've gotten to know. And once you're in love, you can be a total romantic goofball... But you'd never admit it to your friends!
And for what it's worth, MC still maintains he's going to post an entry here. I am crazy about this man, but not holding my breath, hehehe. After all, I'm more realistic than the average romantic.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )