Okay here's the deal. Last night WW was sewing a Mickey Mouse back on one of DD2's favorite socks and she got it on wrong. She ripped it all out and started over. She happened to be sitting on two suitcases stacked up next to her dresser. She was really tired and frustrated and just when she got finished, she knocked over a box that had, until the moment, been full of straight pins. The box happened to land in one of her open drawers (bad habit of hers - i.e. she leaves drawers open all the time or sometimes even drops them for pool boys). Anyway she let out an expletive and I knew she was tired so I told her to go take a shower and I would clean up the straight pins. She went but the cleaning was easier said than done. Those pins went EVERYWHERE. The drawer bottom had sagged a bit so some pins even went into the groove where the bottom should have fit. I took the drawer apart and got those pins out too and got some nails and put the bottom back really well. I noticed other drawer bottoms had sagged a bit so I decided to fix the rest of them this morning so I would not be hammering last night. WW remembered the cards there but had no idea I was going to work on the drawers. She was outside clipping bushes and I was removing and repairing all the drawers but I had to empty them out to turn the drawers over. I found the cards.

I went and got her and told her I wanted to talk. We had an argument about the cards. She said I was over-reacting. She said the cards meant nothing to her, I asked why she kept them then. I said if she really regretted the affair, she would have thrown the cards away. She says she got them back in January from a mutual friend here. I wanted to know who the enabler was. She wouldn't tell me. I had not yet read all the cards when we had our fight. Honestly their content didn't interest me that much and still doesn't. I have finally read them though. I did shed blood for them.

Basically I told her I am done and she is a free woman to do whatever she wants in Mexico and we all know that what goes on in Mexico, stays in Mexico (that's a song BTW). She said she was sorry and asked me to forgive her. She being Catholic, I asked her about confession and absolution and that it was necessary to stop a sin before being forgiven for it. SO why should I forgive her for something she was still doing?

I asked her how often she looked at the cards. She answered that she has not called him since January. I asked her how often she looks at the cards. She said she is not contacting him. Maybe it was a language barrier. She never answered that question. Now she says she has not looked at them in three months and knew she had to get rid of them. I asked why she didn't get rid of them three months ago. She said she always got busy doing something else.

She said the cards had no importance to her. I said they were important enough to keep hidden away.

Later I decided to scan them and upload them so she could not destroy the evidence. That is when it got ugly. She kept trying to grab them out of my hand. She asked why I wanted to keep them. I asked why she wanted to keep them. I said I wanted them for the lawyer. That is when she grabbed them and the fight started. I wrestled. She fought, bit, scratched, clawed. I never hit her but just tried to control her flailing limbs. I did sit on her finally. I noticed she had a bloody mouth. Then I noticed it was my blood.

I have told her now that I hope she never cheats on her next husband. At least she might learn a lesson from all this. She did finally burn the cards but not until I had scanned all but the one she ate. That one was the note that had accompanied the cell phone he had left for her. It had his phone number, address and email address but I have all those anyway so it was not much of a loss.

Now we are calm and peaceful again. WW is not saying much. She is already asleep. Remind me to check where all the kitchen knives are before I go to bed.

Anyway guys, sorry about the T/J.

Now what kind of wine was KiwiJ? Cold Duck? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> I can't remember where we were. Sorry. It has been a long day.

I am exactly 6' BTW. I can't remember who asked. I have not weighed myself in months. I have a scale that reads body fat percentage and I was at 12 % after Dday. That was too depressing. I stopped weighing myself a year ago. I am sure it is up now though.

2much,

My only advice to you is go drink some Cold Duck. You are thinking WAY too much.

LOL, that is the first wine I ever had in my life as a youngster.
...haven't had it since and most likely never will.

Get some wrest (Freudian wrestling slip) and thanx for the updates <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

I feel very inferior today. Forgive me, I'm sure my brain is not working very well. When I read OM's poetry and love notes to WW, I was humbled. I have never been in love that deeply in my life. Not even with Jessica Alba. I think it is my Mother's fault. She was smart beyond belief and ensured that my brain was wrapped around the left side. I have insufficient capacity to love. OM has shone a light where there previously was darkness. No wonder my WW had an affair. No poetry, no lovesick adulation and no love manifested by glowing words and terms. No wonder indeed.

In my sitch, OM was simply a predator. Oh, he prolly fell in love with WW. She is very easy to love. Correction: she used to be easy to love. She has become a monster. But then, I didn't write her poetry.

Can one learn to write poetry or is it congenital? Can I go to school for such a thing? And just think, my boyhood dream was to be Superman and a lifeguard. Just kidding about the lifeguard.


I am sure it is me, but what?

Pio,

Here is exactly why I have 381 clamps of all types and sizes. Never nail drawer bottoms to the drawer sides and back. Buy some Titebond glue, lay a bead on the joining members and clamp tightly. Depending on the drawer thickness, you may need a pipe clamp. Highly recoomend Jorgensen. They boast a quick setting action.

Pio, I wasn't going to look then I just HAD to. Erk, puke and then LMAO. I question gemela's sanity.

Obviously intellect doesn't mean a heck of a lot to her. You have it in spades and you have your dry, witty humour as well.

Go figure.

The only photos or anything of any A nature whatsoever that I had were photos of OM and me when we were teenagers. Rob and I had a ritual burning of all of them one summer night about 3 months after d-day, that was very satisfying. It had always worried Rob, long before the A, that I'd kept the photos for all that time. I certainly didn't look at them but I always knew they were there.

BTW, Cold Duck - I DON'T THINK SO. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" /> Is is possible even to buy that stuff any more?

>I question gemela's sanity.

I question her taste in 10 year olds. That OP is a CHILD.

Seriously.....there should be a law....

And don't apologise for the t/j. It's quite ok to t/j occasionally. Just don't do it too often. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Kimmy, wouldn't you just love to wipe that smug, "soulfull" look off his face? I would.

Is there anything that you don't know how to do (barring of course poetry)...you know that is why it won't affect you to loose some brain cells, you'll still be way ahead of us commoners in the brain cell dept when your tx is complete...they could probably even take tissue and you'd be ahead of the pack <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

I put those goofy icons in just to annoy...hope it's working <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

Just ignore my lightbulb blurb...it's personal...people use ILY way too much for reasons totally unrelated to my def. of love and I don't want my kids growing up becoming one of those superficial people...enough said

how does that relate to this thread...perfectly...this is the most tangential thread I've seen yet...that's why I invited myself <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/shocked.gif" alt="" />

do you feel like a frozen dinner yet?

Come on, that's his Abercrombie and Fitch modeling pose

Yeah. With steel wool.

I swear...It'd be like being with my 16 year old.

He is not the least bit "manly" in appearence.

Blah.

Has Gemla had her eyes checked? I'm thinking legally blind.

It's not about the look, it's about the youth factor...I've heard from a good source that is the appeal: someone who has no responsibilities, talks about nothing of importance, lot's of philosophical discussions but no life experience to back them up, few obstacles to prevent time spent together (kids, bills, obligations, committees etc), free to be spontaneous since no major obligations, biggest concerns revolve around self and "me", lots of gushing admiration since they only see you at your best and not cleaning the bathrooms or changing diapers or at 0300 steam cleaning dog accidents off the rug etc

That's why these are destined to fail as soon as cold hard reality works it's way in; they are clueless as to the realworld workings of relationships

You're right 2M.

The WOokie wanted a party girl. He TRIED to say she was a good mom...but true party girls do not make good moms...as we can see now, huh?

- Kimmy

Is anyone old enough to remember the TV show, "Laugh In"? Henry Gibson made appearances in which he would come out front and center and recite a humorous poem. This one stuck with me after all those years. Cannot explain it; wouldn't even begin to.

Girafe
by Henry Gibson

Girafe with its neck so long,
Never says a word.
Maybe he's got a sore throat,
Or maybe he just don't want to.

Now, can I be a chick magnet with this poem? If not, I could memorize some Yeats or if I get more daring, Milton and Tennyson. But, honestly, I am fond of the Girafe poem. Of course, since metaphors go over my head, I don't know if the poem has more than one meaning or not. I think it is about a long neck girafe. But, maybe it is a poem about how we should meet challenges head on. I simply don't know. Still trying to decipher "The Old Man and the Sea" from the ninth grade. The only F I ever got in my life was my report on that stinkin' little book.

Didn't Hemingway shoot himself?


That's the problem: they are taking what used to be good brain tissue.

Where does it go I wonder?

Do you suppose the tissue eradication violates the Law of Conservation?


It is only tangential because Pio keeps doing t/j.


No, today I feel more like a baked potato. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/cool.gif" alt="" />

No frozen dinner tonight. Nathan's hot dog it is. Mircowaved exactly 73 seconds.

Todd, you would be a complete chick magnet with the Giraffe poem. It is a poignant and metaphysical statement on life, in fact it almost covers the MEANING of life.

Shoot, I must read the Old Man and the Sea and do a critical analysis for you. You can resubmit it and get an A+.

One of the books for our final exams at school was Douglas Bader's Reach for the Sky. It looked horribly boring and I couldn't be bothered reading it. So I read the blurb on the back and the notes in the front and looked at the pictures.

I got an A+ for the whole exam so my method seems to have worked.

You may reconsider my offer though when you realise it's from a person who this morning touched the ice on her car and said "ooh, it's cold."

H and DS thought that was extremely amusing.

Sadly enough I do confess to remembering Laugh In...however I can't believe you remember that poem...hhhhmmmmmm <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

Perhaps my son is related to you somehow??? He will observe and remember the tiniest detail of a book or movie or just an observation...is that a male thing or just a personality trait thing? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />

BUT, he can't tell you the central characters or main theme of the book/movie etc...he is dead on with the details though...he is having huge reading comprehension difficulties as you may imagine since standardized testing doesn't really reward you for the details...any strategic thoughts for success??? He could tell you all kinds of things about gems and rocks...too bad that's not on the tests! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />

The brain tissue is sent to be divided and injected to those of us who are less fortunate in the brains dept...we pay top $ for it...I bet you don't even get a cut of it

Of course you would know the exact micro time for your HD...precision...do you work with lasers???? I bet you would be an awesome microsurgeon or tailor all that attention to detail if you deal with finance people like me would make you mad...yes, psychotic and angry all at once <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

I am much more a fly by the seat of my pants philosphy with many aspects of life...it's fun but the consequences are sometimes not fun <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" />

Just a quick note. The pictures of OM have been such a blessing to me. I never really saw him much when he was here and I guess I had built him up in my mind too. You know, this formidable Mr. Perfect. The pictures make me realize how puny he is. They make me smile.

I got a little drunk last night. My inhibitions came down and I told WW how I really felt about things. It was not pretty but it felt good. It still feels good this morning.

2 words

"girly man"

LMAO Pep