Showing posts with label exwife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label exwife. Show all posts

5/14/2011

thoughts

I don't get how people act crazy when a FREE service goes offline for a bit. If I paid for Blogger, I think I would have a right to complain, but I think they did an excellent job of explaining what happened and I don't plan to jump ship any time soon.

When it comes to mannerisms, I believe there are only two kinds of men in the world--one with mannerisms like the men you grew up with and the opposites. That's why  you have such a good chance of picking a man 'just like dad'.

Sometimes, I don't really want to know why my facecloth is not where I left it. It's time to be washed, anyway.

When I moved here, I kinda kept an eye out for the ex-wife. Every time I saw someone with her short haircut, I wondered if it was her. Then I noticed that there are a lot of similarities between her and other females with here haircut--body shape, freckles, shape of the nose. I'm not saying that there is a small gene pool in NZ, but you can draw your own conclusions.

Is it being hypocritical when you do something that you get mad at someone else for doing?

There are some very trainable men in the world. But, no matter how trainable they are, they will never understand the female importance of 'everything in it's place' or 'if you put it back in the same place every time, you will know where it is when you need it'.

Given that information, I have found that it take much less effort to just pick up the clothes left three inches away from the clothes basket than to fuss and fume and think things like, 'He knows what I want--he's just too lazy or selfish to do it!'  If that's the worst thing he does on a regular basis, then I can live with 2 seconds of inconvenience. After all, he did get pretty close.

And speaking of 'trainable'--I haven't had to call 'Noise Control' because my neighbors are sharing their music all the way into my living room lounge in quite a while. Hmmmm...

Choosing to be upset over a fleeting moment is a waste of time and energy. Choosing to forgive and forget is much more comforting and much less ulcer-producing.

After watching our cat, Grace,  wander around the house, I have to wonder how cats got the reputation for being graceful and agile.

Fall might be in the air, but I refuse to acknowledge it as long as the sun is shining!