Meg,
"...Everytime that I think about it I get highly annoyed - although I take comfort in the FACT that most people aren't stupid - most people realize that if a wife accuses a husband of having an affair with particular woman "X", 99.9% of the time, she's right!..."
You're exactly right, of course. Sometimes when my brain works on high mode, I don't absorb as much as I should.
Anyway, you're right, by the time we have a name, we know what we're talking about. And, like I always tell my kids, "Don't feel as though you have to expose an asshole, just assume that everyone else is smart enough to know about it already." Sooner or later, liars are exposed for what they are...cheaters as well.
They live like that and only the most dim-witted family will continue to believe the cheat. Of course, I truly am dealing with a group of nit wits so I can't really accomplish much. That family is based on keeping secrets to themselves, it's literally in their blood. Rick didn't know who his father was until he joined the Marines. So, he certainly comes by it naturally. His sister still doesn't know who her father is and no one will tell her the truth, much less how to find her father before it's too late. I don't understand some people.
I guess if I had thought about that earlier, I would have realized that Rick just couldn't tell the truth, people in his family live in a fantasy world created by lies...he's just a citizen of that world, not the world where we tell the truth and hold our word to be a vow in itself.
Oh well. Ugh. Grits. My kid must have had some this morning. He asked me to buy them for my grandkids so I did, but I think he just wanted them for himself and he knows damn well that I wouldn't ever make grits. I have never, not once, ever, ever...eaten a grit. First of all, they always offer you potatoes or grits and I love potatoes...but also, I don't know what the hell grits are.
I know that they're made of hominy corn, what I don't know is whether it's a sweet or savory dish. I see people putting butter and sugar or jam on grits and then I see people drop a fried egg and gravy on top of it. Yuch, yuch, yuch.
And, I don't trust anything that changes forms. This stuff was a liquid when it started, now you could pick it up in one piece and eat it like you would a piece of wet bread, it's a solid. That's just wrong.
By the way, I have someone coming over this evening. We're going to watch a movie, order Chinese...yada, yada, yada...so I have some work to do to make the evening as pleasant as possible.
See ya later!
Meg
"...Everytime that I think about it I get highly annoyed - although I take comfort in the FACT that most people aren't stupid - most people realize that if a wife accuses a husband of having an affair with particular woman "X", 99.9% of the time, she's right!..."
You're exactly right, of course. Sometimes when my brain works on high mode, I don't absorb as much as I should.
Anyway, you're right, by the time we have a name, we know what we're talking about. And, like I always tell my kids, "Don't feel as though you have to expose an asshole, just assume that everyone else is smart enough to know about it already." Sooner or later, liars are exposed for what they are...cheaters as well.
They live like that and only the most dim-witted family will continue to believe the cheat. Of course, I truly am dealing with a group of nit wits so I can't really accomplish much. That family is based on keeping secrets to themselves, it's literally in their blood. Rick didn't know who his father was until he joined the Marines. So, he certainly comes by it naturally. His sister still doesn't know who her father is and no one will tell her the truth, much less how to find her father before it's too late. I don't understand some people.
I guess if I had thought about that earlier, I would have realized that Rick just couldn't tell the truth, people in his family live in a fantasy world created by lies...he's just a citizen of that world, not the world where we tell the truth and hold our word to be a vow in itself.
Oh well. Ugh. Grits. My kid must have had some this morning. He asked me to buy them for my grandkids so I did, but I think he just wanted them for himself and he knows damn well that I wouldn't ever make grits. I have never, not once, ever, ever...eaten a grit. First of all, they always offer you potatoes or grits and I love potatoes...but also, I don't know what the hell grits are.
I know that they're made of hominy corn, what I don't know is whether it's a sweet or savory dish. I see people putting butter and sugar or jam on grits and then I see people drop a fried egg and gravy on top of it. Yuch, yuch, yuch.
And, I don't trust anything that changes forms. This stuff was a liquid when it started, now you could pick it up in one piece and eat it like you would a piece of wet bread, it's a solid. That's just wrong.
By the way, I have someone coming over this evening. We're going to watch a movie, order Chinese...yada, yada, yada...so I have some work to do to make the evening as pleasant as possible.
See ya later!
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 8:25 AM
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Hey Meg,
This is totally unrelated to your entry. But just a question: how did your friends/family feel about Rick?
I'm only asking because my mom made an "offhanded" comment this morning. A part of me is afraid/knows she's right. Do mother's really know best? ALL the time?? I'm not sure I want to know the answer to this one, but I can't help myself from asking at the same time.
Cheryl
I had heard of grits while in usa but never had them, I was still trying to get over the fact you guys have scones instead of bread rolls in ya kfc meals LOL
You guys call what we call scones biscuits , we have jam and cream with scones LOL not gravy
The only way I will eat them is if they contain either shrimp and gravy or shrimp and romano cheese.
mmm I love grits, cream of wheat, and oatmeal. I can never get enough! Just the other day, I had salmon, black beans, and oatmeal - at the same time! One would think that I'm pregnant. Actually, now that I think of it, it must have been PMS mixed with a severe case of divorced-induced psychosis-gone-to-stomach depression.
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