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posted September 01, 2004 03:04 AM |
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PM could be a star! 
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Daddy
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posted September 10, 2004 11:41 PM |
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Hmm this reminds me of a thing in a seminary I once took (hope, the word is right^^) I was about our position in groups. We had an animal drawed on the white-bord and had to make a X at the playce we see ourselves. Not surprisingly the most people put their X at the eyes or head.
Well, I made my croo at the belly  I would be "in the midlle" - the belly can be interpreted in many forms.
first of all, There is the association with the "middle". that means for me taking part everywhere in the group, havin an ear open for everyone.
Then the belly is associated with, well not lazynessimo, but comfortability, calm/relax. So kind of the quite pole if u wanna call it so - taking care that it doesnt get too much into arguments and such.
And belly is also for humor. I would be the one joking around all the time and making silly things to cheer u all up
I would also tell you storys of me or my family alot - maybe a bit too many for the taste of some of you  I like to talk about my family, cuz I think that there are only few things in life that are as important that having a family that cares for each other
And I would also stick to users I know - i.e. I would probaply start annoying Pandora, Asmo or Woock e.g., cuz I would stick to them like goo^^
So well, you might quite imagine my position on this fireplace with all you together
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posted September 11, 2004 01:53 AM |
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Daddy, I for one would love to hear about your family.
Please do share.
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posted September 11, 2004 01:56 AM |
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I for one did want to hear about your KGB and bodyguarding experiences.
You didnt share.
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posted September 13, 2004 07:13 PM |
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Okay. Let's see if I can do this briefly. (YEAH, RIGHT) I think I will have to take one of these at a time because they both have rather extensive histories.
We'll start with the KGB. (I hope you don't regret asking, Svarog...)
When I was a kid I could see the iron doors of NORAD with a pair of binoculars from my back yard. My worst nightmares were about tornadoes, until I found out about nuclear war, and came to realize I was a few miles away from Ground Zero. Given my genetic, social, and cultural predispositions, the prospect of nuclear war threatened the thing I held most dear -- the delicate balance of nature and all its creatures.
This led me to become a nuclear activist. In college I marched in rallies and had screaming fights with Reaganite, pro-SDA conservatives. I began to study the statistics and subtleties of the Cold War. I became more and more frightened, and my nightmares grew worse.
As I became more obsessed, my scholarly attention turned in the direction of world history in an attempt to try and understand what had led us to the then current sorry state of affairs. The more history I studied, the more my focus trained in on my greatest obsession -- the history, culture, language and politics of the Soviet Union. I went from World History, to four semesters of Russian history, then language, art and music. I fell in love with this entity known as Russia.
This is not to say I was a socialist. I was then, and will probably always be, more of an independent Tribalist than anything else. But I will say I saw some very Tribal things about this culture with which I could identify. To me it seemed that the Great Russ had been caught up in the same westernizing net that the rest of the world had gotten caught up in, and I became more and more sympathetic with their attempts to survive and compete in the modern world, only about eighty years worth by that time had included "socialism."
Socialism was the Soviets' most recent attempt to adapt and survive in the modern world, and with it came all the trappings of the forced re-socialization necessary to form an organic nation into and artificially constructed "nation-state." I read dozens of book about this process. One of them was Abram Tertz' "The Trial Begins" and "On Socialist Realism." I also read "The Inspector General." I recommend these books highly. There were two characters in one of those books, two bumbling KGB agents named "Vitya and Tolya." For me and my Russian specialist friends (there were three of us) they became symbols for any two bumbling agents; their reference became sort of a running joke.
When the opportunity arose for us to join up with an "academic tour" of the Soviet Union, (a group composed largely of tourists and professors) by that time I would have done practically anything to get to the country of my heart's obsession. I wanted to see if the people were a bunch of warmongers like they were portrayed to me here, or whether they were the way I had envisioned them -- more like me than not. I worked extra hours and saved and begged my father for a loan on the rest. I got the money together in time, got my VISA. Set to go.
Back then, under the Iron Curtain, one of the things they did to prepare you for travel in the Soviet Union was to send a list of about 50 things one must not do whilst travelling in the Soviet Union. DO NOT RECEIVE/CARRY MILITARY CONTRABAND, to include any parts of military uniforms, weaponry, etc. DO NOT PHOTOGRAPH MILITARY INSTITUTIONS. DO NOT PHOTOGRAPH CARAVANS OF POLITICAL OFFICIALS. DO NOT CONSORT WITH DISSIDENTS. DO NOT STRAY FROM YOUR TOUR GROUP AND CONSORT WITH CITIZENRY. DO NOT GO TO THE HOMES OF THE CITIZENRY. Etc. Etc. Doing any of the things on the list could get you anywhere from sent home immediately to thrown in the Gulag as persona non grata. I'm not kidding; that was the warning on the list.
We went down the list when we got it and checked off the things we decided we would do and how we would be careful. When we got to the Soviet Union, one of the first places we went was Krasnaya Ploshchad: Red Square. There, there were three boys who were also on tour; they were from Leningrad. They pegged us immediately as Americans. They approached us and we started talking. It was safe, we thought, because the Square was crowded with thousands of people and nobody would notice.
These boys were in their late teens and were looking down the barrel of Afghanistan conscription. They wanted to tell us their stories, and possibly get any help they could from us.
We excanged iteneraries and realized we were going to be in a couple of the same cities at the same time, and that they would be back home in Leningrad by the time we got there a couple of weeks later. So we planned on meeting up several more times.
Which we did. The next night we snuck them into our hotel (Hotel Cosmos in the heart of Moscow). Now this requires a little bit of an explanation. In order to get into the hotel one has to have a hotel pass with one's name on it. The hotel passes were about 3 1/2 inches by 8 1/2 inches. Most people folded them in half to fit them into their pockets. I noticed that during the busiest times of the evening the guards at the hotel doors were satisfied if one walked by in a groups and merely held up one's pass folded in half so they could see it. So when we all met in the park across the street that night, I suggested we all tear our passes in half, give the boys the other half, and go in while it was busy. When the crowds entering the hotel got a little thick, we went for it.
Once the guards had seen their faces a couple of times like that, it became easier and easier. They came in and out with us several times.
I will tell you it did not occur to us until the second or third meeting that our associations with the Leningrad boys were being monitored, but we did eventually become aware of it by the time we got to Leningrad. (At first I was thinking this was all in Minsk, but now that I sit down to reconstruct this little story I realize I was thinking of yet another individual we became associated with, who was a dissident in Minsk who took us to his house.)
Anyway, we (The Leningrad boys and us) would be walking down the street together and I started noticing these two guys, always the same two guys were somewhere nearby. I quietly pointed these two bozos out to my consorts. At first they thought I was having a Robert Ludlum moment. But when the two kept appearing, we had to get clever. I learned very quickly that when someone is following you down the street, you STOP WALKING. Sit down on the grass for a break. They have no choice but to blow their cover or keep right on walking by. But you must do this discreetly or they will figure out you have made them.
Which eventually they did. By the time we got to the night we'd planned on going to the boys' homes, "Vitya and Tolya" (which by then we had of course nicknamed them) had figured out that we knew they were there. Which resulted in more clever subterfuge on our part. We got on a rail car going in the opposite direction of where we wanted to be going, with Vitya and Tolya trailing behind in an automobile. Then right when we got to a certain park where there was a rail car on the other side of a narrowing in the park, we all jumped off, ran across the park and hopped the rail going the opposite direction. The little green "Volga" Vitya and Tolya were in screeched to a halt and one could ascertain from the jesturing inside the car that they were stumped, and were not very happy about it.
We spent the night into the wee hours of the morning at the boys' house, eating really sweet "tort," drinking shots of vodka and planning to get fake Visas and Passports made for them so they could escape from the country to avoid going to war. All this involved planning for photos of certain sizes to be smuggled back and forth in the bindings of books and whatnot.
The following and evasion procedures became more and more brazen. I honestly cannot believe I ever made it out of there, looking back on all of this. But when it came time for the boys to sneak us around to the more dilapidated parts of town, including a hospital or two into which one of the boys snuck us, the situation had deteriorated to several downright chases. Once I got separated from the others and ended up being the fall guy -- they came after me and the others went inside an apartment building. I jumped on a crowded rail car, pushed through the crowd and jumped off the other side as they got on. The car was already down the road before they realized I was no longer on it. But I was long gone by then.
I don't get why they could not just come to the hotel and arrest us, except that we always made sure we were not being followed when we returned. They never did appear near our hotel and we were never with a tour group when this stuff was all going on. So maybe they were following the boys nad just never figured out where we were staying and who we were. Or maybe we were just three college kids not worth causing a major international incident over. Who knows.
But they knew where to find the boys. One of them dissappeared one day and did not return until the next evening. The other two were quite frantic. He came home with his face all black and blue, and reported that the MVD had taken him in for questioning. I do believe that it was just to shake him (or all of them) up enough to get them to quit consorting with us. That happened the day before we left, I think. He was crying and told us that he wouldn't tell them anything. That's why they beat him.
When we got back, all the data from the Leningrad boys was with one of the other guys in my group. I wish I could tell you something more than that he reported "losing touch" with the boys shortly after that.
This is only one of dozens of stories I could tell you about my travels in the Soviet Union. I have a much better one about my three prostitute friends in Odessa I will tell you some other time.
Returning to the reason I went: The three Leningrad boys are only a few of the many people I came to know while there. What I discovered while in the Soviet Union is that the people there are more like Americans than not. They thought we were war mongers too, until we all started talking. When we would talk, we would conclude that we were all being "wagged by the dogs" of our governments, that we all loved our children, and that we were all afraid of the very same things. I found out that almost everywhere I went, in every region, people would take you in under conditions of great danger to themselves, to make friends with you, share their food and vodka with you, to tell you their stories and listen to yours. I saw people everywhere working, looking out for one another, and taking in total strangers on the outside chance of making a change, even in large cities, where Americans would chance no such thing.
The magnitude of that influence in my life cannot be overemphasized.
TO THE GOOTCH: Yes, this is, in fact, one of the stories I told the PAE rep who came to my home that day I told you about, which meeting led to the Catherine The Great story....
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posted September 14, 2004 03:05 AM |
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Thats a great story. thanks PM for taking the time to write all that.
playing james bond in the middle of soviet moscow is a couragous, if not reckless, act indeed. glad you had the time of your life there, and also glad you lived to tell us about it.
your story about the leningrad boys reminded me of one of my.favourite bands - the leningrad cowboys. You must hear them if you are really into russian music.
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Consis
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posted September 14, 2004 06:22 AM |
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Edited By: Consis on 14 Sep 2004
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*drawing from my tobacco pipe*
Hmm....so much to ponder and so little time to live. Good friends, good food, and memories to spare.
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Daddy
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posted September 14, 2004 02:41 PM |
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Quote:
Daddy, I for one would love to hear about your family.
Please do share.
Well, I guess I wont be able to write such a long story as you but...
Well, where could I start? Maybe with my "local" family:
We are six persons here, My parents, my two brothers, my sister and me. My sister is nearly 15 and my brothers are 6 and 20 years old - I am, if u dont know^^, 17. Going along quite well with so many peeps in a 5room-house (It's not our~ house, it's erm, rented I think is the word). We have not much quarrel or sth like that - only when it come to the telephone-costs of my sister lol. I got my two aunts motherside living two houses to the left/right, they both ahve 3 kids, one has 1 boy(13), 2 girls(6 and 11), the other has it the other way round (boys 6 and 3, girl 10). my uncle motherside lives a few kilometres away from here with his girlfriend - maybe they'll get married soon? My father has a sister who married a columbian man and has a restaurant here in Hamburg, his brother hast two children, a boy and a girl, they are 15 and 16. At the whole I got 4 female and 4 male cousins  . At this pint u can allready see that I, luckily, have a big family
My grandpa and grnadma motherside live only three howses next to us and my grndma fatherside live is a senior's-home notfar from my home, she suffers from Alzheimer and cancer - but for her luck it will be over soon :|... the father of my daddy I never got to know.
The farer relatives of my mothers' family live mostly in Berlin, one family in Sweden - from my fa5thers family I only know who I told u of here. - Never came to it that we met some more of his relatives, dunno^^.
My Grand Grand mother (my mommas granny) has died 1995 at the age of 93 - at the age of 92 she still had come to us in Hamburg from here house in berlin to visit my grandparents and us - the house is now going to be sold - the years before all of us used it as vacation-house when traveling to berlin.
now to show you
this photo is from ym confirmation 4 years ago, I am the guy with the red tie to the left
I will put it into 3 rows (from behind):
1st row:
Granny(mommas momma^^)
Mommy
my brother Lars
Aunt Hanni (mommas sister)
Unca' Richard (mommys brother)
Grandpa (mommy daddy)
Unca' Olli (husband of mommys sister[not hannis]^^)
great-Cousin Götz (He's from berlin)
Unca' Stefan (daddys brother)
Daddy
2nd row:
cousin Anna-Lena (daughter of Stefan)
Aunt in spe Jessika
Godmother Regina
Aunt Ragnhild (mommas sister)
Aunt Hanni (from Berlin, Götz's mother)
Me
Granny (daddys momma)
Brother Christian
3rd row:
cousin Dan-Andes (Stefans son)
sister Katharina (white shirt)
cousin Amelie (the little girl)
cousin (anica (the one holding her fingers behind Amelie^^)
cousin Alexander
cousin Florian
I hope u can see whom I meant with the names
That's all I can think of taliking about for now
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posted September 14, 2004 05:20 PM |
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Daddy --
WOW! What a great looking group of folks! You are very, very lucky to have such a big, beautiful family so closeby to you.
I, for one, really enjoyed that. But I got a bit lost trying to pick out those you named as being in the second row. I think I figured it out. The way you have the back row, it looks as though your grandpa (the gent in the tan suit jacket and tie? is younger than your uncle Olie (???) Anyway, your dad and Uncle Stefan could almost be twins, huh?
BTW, what city do you live in, and where was the snap taken? I've been to a few cities in Germany (long before you were born) -- just wondered if I had ever been there.
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posted September 14, 2004 08:24 PM |
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Edited By: Daddy on 14 Sep 2004
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edit: I live in Hamburg /edit
the one in grey suit and tie is ucle Richard - the man u only can see the head of is my grabdpa - directly next to him is uncle olli - hmm I know waht - I will post the pic again with names (edit comes...)
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posted September 19, 2004 05:48 PM |
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Edited By: Consis on 20 Sep 2004
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Start Of Winter
Today is the first morning of an apparently early winter here in Portland, Oregon. Last night was the first time I used the pellet wood stove in the fireplace since last winter. The rain had stopped late last night, the cooler northern breeze came in slowly, and the house began the first few hours of what looks to be a wonderful winter of cool climes. I personally love the winter and hate the spring/summer. As I was cleaning out the fireplace to get it ready for a hefty batch of pellet wood, I whistled and sang a merry song waving goodbye to hot summers. Jennifer fed the baby a small jar of sweet potatoes, the kids were climbing all over my back and neck while jumping up and down like monkeys as I swept and vacuumed the mildew and soot. Oregon gets a fair amount of rain you see, so we get heavy mildew growth on the roof, streets, sidewalks, trees, and the inside of the fireplace.
Once I finished with a decent scrub-down job, I turned on the ignitor and waited for some glowing embers to spark the pile of slowly descending pellets. The pellets are timed using slow increments so that the oven burn them too fast and use all of it's wood fuel. Once the first few flames appeared, the small room where we have our cozy little chimney and fireplace was lit up. My son immediately wanted to turn all the lights off so that we could see the fire more brilliantly. So we did and watched with glazed eyes at roarings flames behind the protective glass. Once the oven reaches a certain temperature, the fans turn on and begin heating the air to blow it back into the room. It's a closed system so we don't get any smoke from the flames, only the heated air being circulated through the heating vents. When the air came through for the first time since last winter, there was a pungent odor of cooking mildew from the inside of the pipes.
It's normal but my wife and I wrinkled our noses anyway. It didn't last long before the remaining trace mildew smell was completely burned away. After that I retired to the cold cave-like garage to sit at the computer for some good old Heroes III. I kept the door open so I could see my kids in the fireplace room. As the night crept forward, Jennifer brought in some blankets and pillows so that the kids could sleep in front of the warm friendly fire and they fell fast asleep.
It was a good evening and I started this morning with the fresh smell of bacon being cooked. Everyone always likes that and I enjoy watching them come in half-awake looking for some breakfast.
It's been a good time for me lately. I hope all of you Heroes Community members enjoy the time you spend with your families. It's a golden opportunity to make some fine memories with the people you love.
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posted September 21, 2004 12:06 AM |
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Edited By: Daddy on 20 Sep 2004
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@ Consis
Now that sounds like Winter as it shoudl be
The family joyfull gathered at the fireplace, the kids cheering and the parents in a good mood - everyone looking forward to the cold season. I hope, my Winter starts as nice as yours did
I like the Winter, too. When it's cold outside, frost creeps up the window and you are sitting in your rockingchair next to the oven, chimney, heater, or whatever you got in ur room - listening to nice christmas music and maybe reading a good bock... The coockies lying on the table, awaiting to be eaten.. This are true reasons to love Winter for The whole Winter is, for me, somehow marked by looking forward for christmas, so I am generally in a merry mood - Well, autumn and summer, and spring have their good sides, too^^ but now its time to talk about winters nice sides (unfortunately, we have not much snow here - it mostly comes a bit before christmas and then in Jan and Feb.. well, better than no snow )
reg
Daddy
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how I like christmas... [not only for teh presents ]
its cuz its such a nice family-time. As I am a real family-person - I like such events as confirmation, wedding or christas... days where so mayn of the family come together and are happy... I just like that
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posted September 21, 2004 02:18 AM |
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I hate winter. Gimme sun!
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posted September 23, 2004 05:52 PM |
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Lionel Aldridge
Romy, if you will tell people about your cow story, I will tell about my cross-country trip with Lionel Aldridge.
Yeah, yeah. You're all too young to remember who Lionel Aldridge was. RSF probably knows. Gorman might. Surely Old Timer. The rest of you will have to google him to figure it out for yourselves, but I'll give you a hint:
"Superbowl".
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posted September 26, 2004 07:21 AM |
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Edited By: Consis on 26 Sep 2004
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I Look Forward To Christmas
I've long wondered if I shouldn't simply take the necessary steps to advance my learning of painting. I have asked my wife to get me an easel for this year's Christmas gift. I don't know the first thing about painting but I really want to try.
I would also use the easel for my story outlines. I can't stress the importance of a good quick reference while flooded in the rough drafts of editing. I imagine being able to simply look up to remind myself of the story direction. I get tired of searching under mountains of shuffled papers and deep cavernous desk drawers.
I would also like to mention that I've started up a new hobby. I've found a great deal of personal satisfaction in hand-painting miniature lead peuter figurine sculptures, and I've decided on a larger goal that will probably take me the better part of the rest of my life to finish. I currently have a glass chess board and glass chess pieces but I've always dreamt of having the life-like quality of figurines to take the places of the actual glass chess pieces. For each side's king I have decided to use wizards sculptures and for each side's queen piece I've decided to use the female version of the king, a sorceress or witch. I've only done a single wizard so far. I've been using the money I get from my new babysitting to fund the hobby. I had no idea how expensive painting these tiny sculptures really was but now I see with full appreciation. I've also decided to make one side of the chess board look good aligned and the other side look evil aligned. I shall accomplish this task by selectively choosing sculptures that best fit the description in my opinion. I will also try and use stereotypical colors to enhance evil or good characteristics. My good wizard was painted with blue robes while my evil wizard will be painted with black robes, etc.
Anyway I am enjoying life and my time here at Heroes Community. I hope everyone else is faring well....as well....
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posted September 26, 2004 09:53 PM |
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Edited By: Daddy on 26 Sep 2004
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posted September 27, 2004 05:11 PM |
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Ohh, nice stuff you guys! Thanks for sharing!
Beautiful work, Daddy. Where do you get the figures, or do you make them youself from scratch?
Consis, got any pics of your stuff yet?
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posted September 28, 2004 05:30 AM |
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Edited By: Consis on 27 Sep 2004
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Nope I'm A Noob
Yeah I'm totally an incompetent fool when it comes to internet programming and scanning and all that.
Anyway.....
My wife came home from North Carolina today. She flew all the way out there for a continuing education class. When she came home I was laying on the floor in front of the t.v. asleep. Behind me and up in the rocking chair slept my 4yr old daughter Kara. The t.v. was blasting, commercials glaring, and we're both sound asleep when Jennifer walks in.
Anyway she walks in with my baby all strapped into the car seat so I unbuckled and pulled her out to smother her with welcoming hugs and kisses. Both Kara and I missed the baby and Mommy while they were gone.
I leave the baby on the floor to crawl around and get up to make an offer to my wife. We make deals all the time because we know things have to get done and we don't always enjoy doing the work. Maddox had woken up in his crib. I had already started the defrosting of his breast milk to feed him with. I walk into the kitchen and think this is the best time to proposition Jennifer with a deal. I say, "If you feed Maddox(which needed to be done at this time) then I will wash and clean all these dirty dishes."
The dishes had been majorly piled up and utterly filthy with grit, grime, and aging food decay. I thought it was a reasonable deal considering that there truly was a good deal of dishes to be done. They had not been cleaned for the time Jennifer had been away. Very large pile of mess indeed.
Well to my surprise(NOT) she elected to not be elegible for any deals what so ever, automatically exempting her from any duty. She simply said that I should know how she feels about "filthy pots that have been sitting in the sink for days with murky water". To this I became baffled.
In the past I have always known her to hold the dishes chore over all other chores period. She's always been very obstinate about this one single chore. In fact, there have been times when she'll come home from her work, see the livingroom, halls, bathrooms, garage, and laundry taken care of(cleaned) but instantly became irate upon noticing dirty dishes sitting in the sink waiting to be cleaned. I had thought that it would make her happy to see that I was more than willing to do all these dishes for her the instant she arrived!
Therefore I had to feed this 7 month old baby boy his bottle before finally cleaning and washing the dishes and kitchen.
And that isn't even the interesting part! Here's where I absolutely gain a new perspective on excuse-bearing anomallies. While sitting there feeding the baby Jennifer decides this is the best time to scrub and clean the toilets! The toilets! I sat there in utter lack of response and jaw-dropping amazement.
I then stood up and directly questioned her. I said, "You'd rather clean those filthy stinking toilets than wash the dishes?!"
To this she recounted, "You know how I feel about pots of water that have been sitting in the sink!"
As my eyes rolled to the back of my head in complete and utter confusement I replied, "Let me get this straight. You'd rather slosh in a stinking pool of feces than in an old pot of water?" She then simply ignored me and went about her business leaving the question unanswered.
When I finished feeding the baby and washing the dishes she was about half done, as I knew she would be. I enthusiastically reminded her of the amount of time it was going to take her to finish her more valuable chore.
I guess my whole reasoning for posting this is because I am left baffled to no end wondering what in blazes she was thinking. I don't know her logic or her motives but one thing was as certain as it has always been. This is a woman who absolutely refuses to do the thing she hates most in life, washing dishes. I suppose I shall never understand women.
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posted September 28, 2004 06:47 AM |
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Consis I have a solution to your problems. Get a dishwasher, those work wonders.
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posted September 28, 2004 05:16 PM |
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LOL! Great story, Consis.
I don't suppose that there was any Bush/Kerry tension at the bottom of all those dirty pots and toilets?
Perhaps she was having PMS...
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