To Man-who-uses-forty-foot-ladders-to-hang-birdhouses
Don’t mistake desperation for “courage”. (wry grin) I’m not sure what it says about a person when they form better relationships using electrons than they do using traditional means of communication. Sometimes it is far easier to reach out to a stranger than to a proven friend, though.
I don’t know where things stand with you and your lady right now. I can only point out that too many “secrets” can be death of a relationship. Save your secrets for those things that are hurtful when shared. I won’t hold you to your promise not to tell her, but instead will rely on your proven good judgement to tell or not tell as circumstances demand. Trust is essential in a relationship, and the best way to demonstrate trust is to entrust. (The wording is a little circular, perhaps, but none the worse for it.)
Taking a page from my own book … I trust you, Friend. Also, the Professor and I are going to beat the crap out of you and your lady next time we play Trivial Pursuit.
Pretty flowers pretty kitty.
PS I only refer to my cat by Secret Code Name in my diary. Is that silly?
She reminds me of my Daisy…except my Daisy is a bit more tiny. She could also be referred to as Clueless. She is the loudest, clumsiest, and un-cat-like cat i have ever known. She comes to me when i call and whistle. Ha!
How cute!!! OMGOSH, my pure black cat, Magick can be the exact same way. She can be so clueless and hyper. Its so funny though,lol. What a cutie!! ~ Alaina, P.S. 4 DAYS!!!!
Beautiful picture! What a good-looking cat!! I still ahven’t found time to work on getting my kitty’s picture up on here. Maybe this weekend I’ll have a chance to review your instructions on the matter!
OK so I’m glad you didn’t delete all your entries because of me. I haven’t and won’t mention anything of what you write here, even to my favorite gal because I think you’d have said something yourself if that’s what you’d wanted.
Your dishwashing story reminded me of how a sink full of dishes would really piss me off when a former roommate was around, and I’d clean them up and think really nasty thoughts. It wasn’ the dishes clogging the sink that really made me so angry, it was just a way to redirect the anger to poor innocent inanimate objects. I know all that anger isn’t really at Prof, so I’m guessing that it’s repressed anger from your ex, and living with another man makes it bubble up to the surface.
I also thought that it’s unfair to have a peek into your private life without a reciprocal diary of my own, but UT’s diary is the one I have here, and I’m not sure I’d be brave enough to be so open, anyway. I salute your courage in reaching out. I tend to respond frankly to direct inquiries, though, if you want to email me.
That’s Hilarious! And I needed a good laugh!
It also reminds me of my own mis-heard lyric tale. you know that dumb song "Put Me In Coach" or something like that… that song about baseball, I think it’s by Fogerty? Anyway, I used to think he was singing "Put me in coke"!!! Talk about needing a dunce cap…
Salamander –
I’m sure I read in one of your entries the mention of an artist by the name of Stan Rogers… but I can’t find it now. Correct me if I have it wrong, but I think you said "if you don’t know who Stan Rogers is, you’ve missed the whole point of music." Well, I still want to know who he is! You may have answered it the first time I asked, but like I said, I can’t find that entry now. Anyway, I think I’ll look his name up online. You’ve piqued my curiosity!
My favorite misheard lyric is Elton John:
Rocket Man
Burning like a touch-tone telephone!
i have *no* idea what he really says…i’m not a huge Elton fan…but i swear that’s what it sounds like!