Two years later and I’m still blogging, though some would argue that I took too many “breaks” but hell, we’ve had some good times haven’t we?
I looked back briefly at some of my best posts (in my mind) and though I have a few favourites, I love each of my 387 posts the same.
I encourage you to browse through the archives.
To commemorate my anniversary which is a celebration of all the great things in my life, I would like to put down a one liner from my sweet and very significant other:
When referring to her ex-husband who has been deemed barely intelligent enough to spell “a”, we were conversing with her daughter (of whom I am equally fond) about favourite colors. I made like I was asking him what his favourite color is, to which Sue replied in his stead “three”. All of which wasn’t heard by Julie because we make a point of not talking bad about him, because with her best interest in mind.
I laughed so hard I nearly peed. Because Sue is a generally very quiet and reserved individual, this was an unlikely comment for her. I was very, very proud.
I’m sure the guy can’t be that idiotic, though telling his child (who I care for 12 days out of 14) that he is going to shoot Mommy and me in the head makes it seem that maybe he has no interest in intelligently dealing with his divorce (4 years ago) and his child’s happiness.
So welcome to day one of what I hope to be a longer standing project than the Winnipeg Blue Bombers “rebuilding phase”.
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3 comments:
Worry not my dog losing friend. I too have dealt with the "I could pick him off at 300 yards" BS that only an embittered, ego bruised, "I'm still the man" ex-husband can bluster forth. Time heals all idiocy and a sure cure is a new interest to flex is wanna be muscle too. Be the better man and all you do is re-inforce his banality and your position as the man of reason and true maturity. And if that doesn't work, threaten to beat him to within an inch of his life the next time he makes your new honey cry(I only had to do it once). And don't worry about Sue, young children are as keen as they come and your love and affection will not go un-noticed until she's a teenager and fires off the famous"you're not my dad!" comment. Oh the fun of relationships in this the new milloonium.
Dr. Geo.
ah.. [awkward laughter] - okkaaaaaaayy. Good one. um [awkward pause] See ya.
Get it DP, because the Bombers have been rebuilding for like 5 years? get it?
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