Are you talking about 4 am your time or his time? He's in Arizona so he's two hours behind you (I think that's right because they don't do Daylight Savings). If he called at your 4 am, then it was only 2 where he is. That's about the time a lot of people get out of bars anyways. From his perspective he was calling you at 2 o'clock to let you know he was okay. That's still inconsiderate but a valid mitigating factor.[/QUOTE]My rant: Husbands who go to bars come home and forget to call then miracously wake up and call at 4 am , I think he's dead on the side of the road at this point! So Ofcourse after calling him 10 times and wondering if he's ok and he finally calls I can't help but explode .....then I get a drunken slurrrrr baby it's ok i just fell asleep, I Ofcourse immediately think this is bullshit but at that point it's 4 am and I'm to tired and mad to really give a shit........
Why does he have to call?[/QUOTE]My rant:
Husbands who go to bars come home and forget to call then miracously wake up and call at 4 am , I think he's dead on the side of the road at this point! So Ofcourse after calling him 10 times and wondering if he's ok and he finally calls I can't help but explode .....then I get a drunken slurrrrr baby it's ok i just fell asleep, I Ofcourse immediately think this is bullshit but at that point it's 4 am and I'm to tired and mad to really give a shit.........
Since my parent's divorce, my mother has made friends with a few people back home. One of them was a woman who went to the same church my mother started going to, a woman named Judy.
Judy is an incredible woman. Her husband left her a few years ago, and her only daughter doesn't seem to care much about her mother. Judy is also a cancer patient, undergoing treatments and the like, and in spite of everything, has been one of the most alive women I've met. When I was home back in October, and during Christmas, she was at the house a lot, and spent a lot of time with us. She came out, in January I believe, for some treatment in the hospital out here, and my mother came with her. The three of us spent two days hanging out, laughing and joking. It's weird to think of Judy as my friend because she's nearly twice my age, but she is my friend, and I guess that's all there is to it.
My mother told me tonight that her cancer has taken a turn for the worse. She's in palliative care now, and my mother said that if she had to judge by last night when she went to visit, it could be over within a week. I'm not sure how I'm going to deal with that. I've already come near to throwing up because I won't be able to get out home for what could potentially be a final visit.
Fuck.
He is away at school in Arizona with the army....been gone since Jan 7th. So yeah I think tiredness and previous problems helped me blow up on that one. I'm glad the wicked storm of arguments is over. We're both relieved and much happier It's very stressful so i workout like crazy and walk alot it seems to help a small bit.darkangel - I'm a little behind on the goings on here at Halforms. Is your husband on deployment or preparing for one? I know when mine is about to leave the stress sometimes gets to me and I blow up over little things that normally wouldn't bother me so much. My husband and I have an agreement about calling, too. It's not that I'm trying to keep track of what he's doing. Really, I trust him enough to honestly say I don't care what he's doing. I just want to know he's ok if he's running late or out drinking with the guys instead of worrying that something bad might have happened.
Wait until, "The winner gets to write the history" turns into "The producer gets to write the history," where our film re-enactments of hostorical events, as far away as they are from the truth, will be taken as gospel centuries from now simply because we lived in the same century as teh actual events, and films are much more accessible than text.I believe in rehabilitating people who take fiction for fact by giving them a book.
In the face. Repeatedly. With superb kinetic force.
Hardback, preferably.
Ain't that the truth.I was at a stop light today and this dumb woman was sitting there forever until she finally turned on her blinker so we knew what she was doing. People can be so stupid sometimes!
I would watch that show.think inner-city in a farm town
I would watch that show.think inner-city in a farm town
I would watch that show.think inner-city in a farm town
I would watch that show.think inner-city in a farm town
Maybe, but it likely hurts my chances of getting into, say, the Education program.You can get all Cs and still get your degree. Unless you are a grade whore like me it will make little difference. You survived the class with your skin in tact. Congrats!
Maybe, but it likely hurts my chances of getting into, say, the Education program.[/QUOTE]You can get all Cs and still get your degree. Unless you are a grade whore like me it will make little difference. You survived the class with your skin in tact. Congrats!
Not to be a jerk, but I'm going to have to mark you down for the bolded error.Just got my final essay in Edgar Allen Poe in the mail. I got a C.
Ugh. This essay killed me earlier this year. I was having bad depression and on top of that, was intimidated by Poe's brilliance, the very touchy subject matter (race; it was an allegory comparing an ape to a black man) and the professor's reputation for being a hard marker. And he teared my essay apart. Which is fine. I prefer that over just getting a mark, so I can learn from it.
It's just...it's tough because I've been in and out of university for years, now. Formatting, following the proper scholarly (MLA) style is hard because it's not second nature to me like it would be for other students in their fourth year. I thought that, given that I'm a pretty good writer, that punctuation and such would be easier for me. But I also have a tendency to use cliches and...well, I creatively write, not scholarly, which is a different kind of beast.
Ugh. Between this, having to drop out of my James Joyce class and discovering most of the summer courses are already filled up, this is not turning into a good school year for me. I just want to get this all done and over with, now.
Haha, you should see how 'red' my journal papers were after my adviser got a hold of them.Just got my final essay in Edgar Allen Poe in the mail. I got a C.
Ugh. This essay killed me earlier this year. I was having bad depression and on top of that, was intimidated by Poe's brilliance, the very touchy subject matter (race; it was an allegory comparing an ape to a black man) and the professor's reputation for being a hard marker. And he teared my essay apart. Which is fine. I prefer that over just getting a mark, so I can learn from it.
It's just...it's tough because I've been in and out of university for years, now. Formatting, following the proper scholarly (MLA) style is hard because it's not second nature to me like it would be for other students in their fourth year. I thought that, given that I'm a pretty good writer, that punctuation and such would be easier for me. But I also have a tendency to use cliches and...well, I creatively write, not scholarly, which is a different kind of beast.
Ugh. Between this, having to drop out of my James Joyce class and discovering most of the summer courses are already filled up, this is not turning into a good school year for me. I just want to get this all done and over with, now.