I'm in love with a conservative Christian. In the same way that my mother's conservative. Not necessarily politically conservative, but preferring to tread the safe and sane path narrowly.
Do you think of me primarily as:
How much of the time do you think of me by that primary name, 1 being least, 10 being most
So I'm going back to bed soon.
I already fed the little monkey-fayoumis, though the four-footed fur demons still need to be fed. (heh, angel and demon...)
shammash spent the night with me last night, as he was curled up on my bed when I closed the door for the evening, and he stayed there allllll night and was a good boy. (Yes, this is a rant directed at you, eris_raven.)
I let him out in the morning when he was miaowing at the door.
But hey. Nose. Breathe. I love being able to do that.
It seems to be a compromise between "Azure Lunatic" and "Joanie".
The name 'Ni was actually given to me by BJ. He met me at school, and wound up calling me Joan. My family calls me Joanie. After we became engaged, I would occasionally attempt to insist that he call me Joanie, by correcting him by saying, "Joanie!"
"'Ni!" he would respond. So I became 'Ni.
I liked the Monty Python reference, and kept the name even after he and I broke up.
I can be anti-war and still support the individual men and women put in the hellish situation. That's all one really can do.
What is your ideal indoor temperature by day in degrees Farenheit?
What is your ideal indoor temperature by night in degrees Farenheit?
I don't know why I hate mopping the floor. If you ask me to mop the floor, and hand me a handled mop and bucket, or equivalent, especially a sponge mop, I balk and then get very pissy about doing it. I don't know why I hate it so much. (Rag mops are not such a problem.)
You ask me to get those nasty spots off the floor, I'm down on my hands and knees scrubbing with a floor sponge, and happily removing the spots, perhaps with teeth bared. (I get into my work.)
Not sure why.
This fills me with great amusement.
I'm finding it difficult to focus on my computer books. I can do this, though. Damn the coffee! I will do this. I already read my OO: UML fun happy bits for the past class; next I get to catch up for that.
That wasn't so tough now, was it?
Now I'll only have to read it again when I need to look up something; this way the outline will be stored in my mind so I can do it again. Know where to look. Whee!
I never knew you were supposed to read like that. I thought you were supposed to read so you understood everything.
So, another day.
Patience is a virtue.
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In summary, all of us are having some difficulty adjusting to marxdarx being a co-parent rather than just a roommate or a houseguest. Does anyone have suggestions, tips to try or to avoid, encouraging stories of how they survived, anything?