This mother is obviously engaging in "attachment parenting." The parenting police should be arriving any moment (followed closely by officials from Time magazine who wish to put her on its cover).
I wonder what joke they told them Amazons to make them laugh so heartily.
"Did you know that Time magazine ran a cover of a 4 year old boy standing on a chair suckling his mother's breast, and it caused much debate?"
Indian lady: "It should! By the time this boy on my teat is 4 years old, he'll have killed a gazelle and used it's antler prongs to spear fish to feed the tribe!"
*MY suggestion would be to simply "be gone" for some nights. If need be, sack out in a cheap motel or something, or at a friend's pad.....
The "day after" would have no comments from you about where/who/etc. If & when she asks, be vague. If she does NOT ask, that might be a message....*
The problem with that is, it's her residence for the Summer, it's my home, has been for eight years, and maybe another decade more. My home is filled with guitars, amps, pedals, antique family heirlooms, and original pieces of art. I have every damn right to know who sleeps under my roof. Secondly, this is exactly how you get an unintended roomie. They're using the facilities, sleeping here, and eating up the food, yet, pay no rent, and wake me up on a work night. No, not going to happen, and if I hook-up, I'm sure as Hell making sure The Amazon is gone. This is Martha's Vineyard in the Summer, there's no such thing as a cheap hotel room, I'm also paying more than half the rent, utilities, and I'm on the lease, they can go elsewhere. I make plenty of accommodations to give her day-to-day living space and do what I can to be a good roomie and friend, but, there's a limit to my generosity, and that's where it is. It was a problem because we hadn't discussed it before hand, we had a short, polite conversation, set some boundaries, and now it's something we laugh about.
As far as her girl-talk about boy problems, she should never, ever play poker with me. I've been the most neutral person ever as she vents both sides of the issues and I remain equally non-committal to them. I think the dude's got issues and makes me look like a member of Mensa when it comes to women, but, instead I say, "You're right Megan, when he did or didn't do or say blank, that was a little odd, but, like you just said, maybe you shouldn't read too much into it, and wait until you see him.". My parting words before she went out drinking with some girls last night, and she was discussing Dude, "You're a smart girl, I'm sure you'll figure it out.".
It was the best answer to whether or not to ditch the dude I could come up with. It beat what was in my head by light-years, it was more, "If you think being driven this crazy is worth it, go for it.". I opted for telling her it was a busy weekend for everyone, stop over-analyzing everything, wait until you two can actually talk, and she's smart enough to figure things out.
I know there's issues, because she tells me there's issues, and while I never committ to any one of them, I let her swing the other way with her reasoning, remain non-committal, and realise she's working it out for herself and just using me as a sounding board.
Dave, I was wondering the very same thing yesterday. Old Cousin Steve has been mighty quiet this past week, hasn't he? I am sure that he has some fun hidden up his sleeve, however.
I'll get to it over the next day or two, my schedeule has been roughly, get up, get coffee, stop at Aunt's house, support cousins and Mom, work, get home, Amazon vents on the author, followed by back to the Aunt's house, come home, play Skyrim to blow off steam, go to bed, rinse, lather repeat. I just need to get some rest and I promise another episode of The Odd Couple.
A teaser. I brought The Amazon to Men's Club, after dinner, my friend Sue and I were cleaning up and doing the dishes. We could hear The Amazon, who was with everyone else, in the living room while we silently did our thing.
Sue hands me another dish to dry.
Me, "Ba da da da da, da da, da, da ,da" to the Odd Couple theme.
Sue looks at me funny, I keep doing it while drying the dishes. I see the light come on in her head and I swear she almost wet herself laughing.
Life has been an adjustment, but, it's settling in for the most part. Her party girl phase is winding down. I'm the kind of person, who can have some background music, grab a book off the shelf, or a guitar and do whatever my instructor tells me to do, or play Xbox and be perfectly content.
Typically, I get home an hour or two before she does. I get cleaned up, a little something, something, and just quietly do something.
I hear the front door at the bottom of the stairs.
WHERE"S MY BOY
THERE HE IS L E N (CLAP, CLAP, CLAP) N N Y (CLAP CLAP CLAP) SPELLS LENNY, GONNA SMACK THAT ASS
Lenny, " ROOOOOOWWWWWWRRRRRRR"
And so forth. Followed by,
WHERE'S UNCLE STEVE GO GET HIM, SIC BALLS
This is especially irritating if I was napping before going back down the street to my Aunt's.
So there's been the quiet person living with the AntiQuiet (lesser known Demon of The Apocalypse).
Last week's incident of discontent,,,,,,
I made a beef stew in the crock pot to feed myself for most of the week. So, all afternoon, I'm looking forward to eating it, Lenny won't leave the kitchen because of the aroma. She comes home just as it's getting ready, She does a couple of things, like feed the dog and use the bathroom, I grab a bowl of stew, and pop in a Greg the Bunny DVD. She harnesses the dog for his walk.
I taste the first bite of stew, it really turned out well.
Lenny moves right to me and sits, hoping for some stew.
I take my second bite of the tasty stew.
She moves in next to the dog and takes a knee.
As I put the third spoonful of carefully crafted stew into my mouth, She wipes an eye booger off of Lenny and feeds it to him, literally within two feet of me.
The beef stew tries to return, I manage to keep it down, I place the bowl on the coffee table.
"WTF is wrong with you?"
"What?"
"Seriously? You're going to that in front of me while I eat?"
"What's your problem?"
"What do you mean what's my problem? That was fudging disgusting."
"What's wrong with that?".
"Really? No, fudging seriously, really?".
The Amazon laughs at me. She leaves to walk the dog.
Ironically, I'm stewing over the stew I can't manage to eat for a bit. Luckily, her evening Lenny walks average an hour or hour and a half, so I cool off and manage to eat dinner. Later, she returns.
"Seriously, don't ever do that again."
She laughs, "Sorry, I've lived alone for a while and don't think about what I''m doing."
"No shut, Sherlock"
"It's not that big a deal, Jeesh"
"Oh yeah, when you go to eat your soup in a bit, I'm totally cutting and filing my toenails on the coffee table while you eat."
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Bob, no offense but I like Billy's better, even with more clothes.
This mother is obviously engaging in "attachment parenting." The parenting police should be arriving any moment (followed closely by officials from Time magazine who wish to put her on its cover).
I wonder what joke they told them Amazons to make them laugh so heartily.
"Did you know that Time magazine ran a cover of a 4 year old boy standing on a chair suckling his mother's breast, and it caused much debate?"
Indian lady: "It should! By the time this boy on my teat is 4 years old, he'll have killed a gazelle and used it's antler prongs to spear fish to feed the tribe!"
*MY suggestion would be to simply "be gone" for some nights. If need be, sack out in a cheap motel or something, or at a friend's pad.....
The "day after" would have no comments from you about where/who/etc. If & when she asks, be vague. If she does NOT ask, that might be a message....*
The problem with that is, it's her residence for the Summer, it's my home, has been for eight years, and maybe another decade more. My home is filled with guitars, amps, pedals, antique family heirlooms, and original pieces of art. I have every damn right to know who sleeps under my roof. Secondly, this is exactly how you get an unintended roomie. They're using the facilities, sleeping here, and eating up the food, yet, pay no rent, and wake me up on a work night. No, not going to happen, and if I hook-up, I'm sure as Hell making sure The Amazon is gone. This is Martha's Vineyard in the Summer, there's no such thing as a cheap hotel room, I'm also paying more than half the rent, utilities, and I'm on the lease, they can go elsewhere. I make plenty of accommodations to give her day-to-day living space and do what I can to be a good roomie and friend, but, there's a limit to my generosity, and that's where it is. It was a problem because we hadn't discussed it before hand, we had a short, polite conversation, set some boundaries, and now it's something we laugh about.
As far as her girl-talk about boy problems, she should never, ever play poker with me. I've been the most neutral person ever as she vents both sides of the issues and I remain equally non-committal to them. I think the dude's got issues and makes me look like a member of Mensa when it comes to women, but, instead I say, "You're right Megan, when he did or didn't do or say blank, that was a little odd, but, like you just said, maybe you shouldn't read too much into it, and wait until you see him.". My parting words before she went out drinking with some girls last night, and she was discussing Dude, "You're a smart girl, I'm sure you'll figure it out.".
Sounds a little passive-aggressive.....
It was the best answer to whether or not to ditch the dude I could come up with. It beat what was in my head by light-years, it was more, "If you think being driven this crazy is worth it, go for it.". I opted for telling her it was a busy weekend for everyone, stop over-analyzing everything, wait until you two can actually talk, and she's smart enough to figure things out.
I know there's issues, because she tells me there's issues, and while I never committ to any one of them, I let her swing the other way with her reasoning, remain non-committal, and realise she's working it out for herself and just using me as a sounding board.
So did things settle down,or did they get interesting?
Dave, I was wondering the very same thing yesterday. Old Cousin Steve has been mighty quiet this past week, hasn't he? I am sure that he has some fun hidden up his sleeve, however.
I am pretty new to the GDP, but this is the longest thread i have ever seen... we sure do like talking about guitars... : )
This thread is nothing. When you have an extra week or two, give the Good Grooming thread (link) a read.
Either that or talk about adding gold piping to your cases or Dumble amps.
Don
Or Tavo's threadkiller thread. But, Bax may have actually obliterated that thread entirely, rather than just shut it down, as I recall.
Guitars? What guitars? Sometimes we get quite excited about echo units.
I've had a relative pass after a long illness, I've been a little busy this week. Stay tuned for a Protean update.
Condolences on your loss,Steve.Didn't expect that would be behind the pause on the thread.Sorry!
Keep your chin up, Cousin Steve.
Just not fair that this thread is not at the top. Just sayin'...
I'll get to it over the next day or two, my schedeule has been roughly, get up, get coffee, stop at Aunt's house, support cousins and Mom, work, get home, Amazon vents on the author, followed by back to the Aunt's house, come home, play Skyrim to blow off steam, go to bed, rinse, lather repeat. I just need to get some rest and I promise another episode of The Odd Couple.
A teaser. I brought The Amazon to Men's Club, after dinner, my friend Sue and I were cleaning up and doing the dishes. We could hear The Amazon, who was with everyone else, in the living room while we silently did our thing.
Sue hands me another dish to dry.
Me, "Ba da da da da, da da, da, da ,da" to the Odd Couple theme.
Sue looks at me funny, I keep doing it while drying the dishes. I see the light come on in her head and I swear she almost wet herself laughing.
Okay, maybe I am in the mood to write.
Life has been an adjustment, but, it's settling in for the most part. Her party girl phase is winding down. I'm the kind of person, who can have some background music, grab a book off the shelf, or a guitar and do whatever my instructor tells me to do, or play Xbox and be perfectly content.
Typically, I get home an hour or two before she does. I get cleaned up, a little something, something, and just quietly do something.
I hear the front door at the bottom of the stairs.
WHERE"S MY BOY
THERE HE IS L E N (CLAP, CLAP, CLAP) N N Y (CLAP CLAP CLAP) SPELLS LENNY, GONNA SMACK THAT ASS
Lenny, " ROOOOOOWWWWWWRRRRRRR"
And so forth. Followed by,
WHERE'S UNCLE STEVE GO GET HIM, SIC BALLS
This is especially irritating if I was napping before going back down the street to my Aunt's.
So there's been the quiet person living with the AntiQuiet (lesser known Demon of The Apocalypse).
Last week's incident of discontent,,,,,,
I made a beef stew in the crock pot to feed myself for most of the week. So, all afternoon, I'm looking forward to eating it, Lenny won't leave the kitchen because of the aroma. She comes home just as it's getting ready, She does a couple of things, like feed the dog and use the bathroom, I grab a bowl of stew, and pop in a Greg the Bunny DVD. She harnesses the dog for his walk.
I taste the first bite of stew, it really turned out well.
Lenny moves right to me and sits, hoping for some stew.
I take my second bite of the tasty stew.
She moves in next to the dog and takes a knee.
As I put the third spoonful of carefully crafted stew into my mouth, She wipes an eye booger off of Lenny and feeds it to him, literally within two feet of me.
The beef stew tries to return, I manage to keep it down, I place the bowl on the coffee table.
"WTF is wrong with you?"
"What?"
"Seriously? You're going to that in front of me while I eat?"
"What's your problem?"
"What do you mean what's my problem? That was fudging disgusting."
"What's wrong with that?".
"Really? No, fudging seriously, really?".
The Amazon laughs at me. She leaves to walk the dog.
Ironically, I'm stewing over the stew I can't manage to eat for a bit. Luckily, her evening Lenny walks average an hour or hour and a half, so I cool off and manage to eat dinner. Later, she returns.
"Seriously, don't ever do that again."
She laughs, "Sorry, I've lived alone for a while and don't think about what I''m doing."
"No shut, Sherlock"
"It's not that big a deal, Jeesh"
"Oh yeah, when you go to eat your soup in a bit, I'm totally cutting and filing my toenails on the coffee table while you eat."
"I swear I'll kill you if you do.".
"Now you know where I'm coming from."
"okay, okay".
But, other than that it's been pretty much okay.
Beagle boogers.... ewww. But, just revisiting a few posts of yours back... she ain't paying rent?!!!?
If you mean "paying rent" as a code for sex, no she isn't. If you mean money, she's been on time so far every month.
But, other than that it's been pretty much okay.
Okay, now I am REALLY paying attention. This is getting good, and there isn't even any sex in this story, yet...
Your friend Sue sounds more on your wavelength than the Amazon. Can't you just do a swap?
Sorry, Kuzinov, you were referring to the status of "overnight guests". My misread. I don't indulge in codes with women. My wife taught me that
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