my daughter watches too much sponge bob (bob bob in my house) which should worry me but how bad could it realy affect her brain. and if anyone else has kids i'm sure they know how wonderful a moment to think is.
i keep having this reacurring dream and it's starting to take its toll on me. i think it may drive me crazy if it doesn't stop soon. i'm having a problem assosiating reality once i've woken up. i can't realy prosses it either because i realy don't have anyone to talk to about it, my husband being out of the question considering it's about him. i can't decide if it's a warning kind of dream or if it's the kind of dream that gets surfaced because of supressed emotions and fears.
either way it sits in my head and the cancer of the rotting that's come from it has spread to my heart and i ache from the unknowing.
that was witty.
men aren't like women (da da da da daaaaaa! captin obvious has arrived!) they don't think like women. they stay in a constant. rather that they continue on assuming everything is fine because no one has informed them otherwise. and women travel in their thoughts until some tells them that what they are thinking is either correct or incorrect. if men talked to their women more they would be stronger with their side of relationships and there for the relationship it self would be stronger and women wouldn't bitch so much there would be more sex and thus in result more smiling men. so you see, it realy is all your fault guys.
i, as happy as i am in my married life, could wish for more conversation, better comunication. these things however come secondary to late night adult swim, guiness stout, and a bowl of the lovely herb. which please don't get me wrong are all high on my list of things i'd miss if aliens abducted me and probed even the deepest of my um, well you get it. but there are nights when i wish even for the simplest of back and forth giberish that would subconsiously tell me "hey your beautiful and your hubby loves you and cares what you feel and he's never ganna leave you or cheat and ruin what could possibly be the best thing in your life and every thing is going to be o.k. for ever, so relaxe and smoke a bowl." not so lucky.
women don't nag, they search.
women aren't born crazy, they're driven there by silence. not just from the sound either, from the action or inaction. and flowers, realy do matter.
i think i'm ganna go buy something i don't need. that always gives me positive reinforcement.
kisses
pins
i keep having this reacurring dream and it's starting to take its toll on me. i think it may drive me crazy if it doesn't stop soon. i'm having a problem assosiating reality once i've woken up. i can't realy prosses it either because i realy don't have anyone to talk to about it, my husband being out of the question considering it's about him. i can't decide if it's a warning kind of dream or if it's the kind of dream that gets surfaced because of supressed emotions and fears.
either way it sits in my head and the cancer of the rotting that's come from it has spread to my heart and i ache from the unknowing.
that was witty.
men aren't like women (da da da da daaaaaa! captin obvious has arrived!) they don't think like women. they stay in a constant. rather that they continue on assuming everything is fine because no one has informed them otherwise. and women travel in their thoughts until some tells them that what they are thinking is either correct or incorrect. if men talked to their women more they would be stronger with their side of relationships and there for the relationship it self would be stronger and women wouldn't bitch so much there would be more sex and thus in result more smiling men. so you see, it realy is all your fault guys.
i, as happy as i am in my married life, could wish for more conversation, better comunication. these things however come secondary to late night adult swim, guiness stout, and a bowl of the lovely herb. which please don't get me wrong are all high on my list of things i'd miss if aliens abducted me and probed even the deepest of my um, well you get it. but there are nights when i wish even for the simplest of back and forth giberish that would subconsiously tell me "hey your beautiful and your hubby loves you and cares what you feel and he's never ganna leave you or cheat and ruin what could possibly be the best thing in your life and every thing is going to be o.k. for ever, so relaxe and smoke a bowl." not so lucky.
women don't nag, they search.
women aren't born crazy, they're driven there by silence. not just from the sound either, from the action or inaction. and flowers, realy do matter.
i think i'm ganna go buy something i don't need. that always gives me positive reinforcement.
kisses
pins
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PS
Only because I'm anal retentive, and I LOVE it with most of my heart...Guinness has two N's in it