I think my conversational timing can be awkward/off.
Sometimes I am too up/excited in conversation.
My kids make me seem crazy when they are acting out/have gotten the upper hand. All eyes have been on me when my children have acted out, like 'What is wrong with you.'
I think my conversational timing can be awkward/off.
Sometimes I am too up/excited in conversation.
My kids make me seem crazy when they are acting out/have gotten the upper hand. All eyes have been on me when my children have acted out, like 'What is wrong with you.'
And the business with B. this spring.
I think you and I are usually sitting in the same paddle boat on ML.
My sil is the only person who tries to make me feel crazy. She disagrees with pretty much everything I do. Bed sharing, cloth diapering (ew, in the washer?!), seeing a midwife rather than an ob, even thinking about home birth (so irresponsible!), because I prefer to eat venison/elk/moose/whatthefuckever instead of beef.
Post by amberlyrose on Jun 30, 2014 18:42:52 GMT -5
I know way too much about the royal family/Kate Middleton, though it has helped me on trivia nights.
I have a list of things I have to check when I leave the house, and if I miss a step, I have to do it again. I try to hide this from guests as much as possible, but DH knows the full crazy.
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny
Post by ProfessorArtNerd on Jun 30, 2014 19:03:33 GMT -5
So, you teach drawing and painting classes? Can you draw/paint xxxx for me? No, actually, I don't teach drawing and painting, I teach ABOUT art and artists
I am a loner. Sometimes I think if I really had followed my heart way back when, I would have become the kind of nun or Buddhist monk that shuts herself away in complete silence for years.
I don't like to talk about my feelings to anyone other than my H. I get nervous when my friends get sentimental with me and I don't know how to respond. I will only tell my H, DS and pets that I love them. I say "me too" to everyone else.
But the biggest one is probably my anxiety. I ask DH the same questions in the same order every night before we go to bed (Is the front door locked? Is the back door locked? Is the oven off? Is the stove off? Are the cats safe? Is the rat safe? Are we safe?).
Oh, and also, I have eleven million nicknames for my cats. But I don't think that one is *that* weird.