What a handsome trio! Your little nephew is a darling. Is that a trick of perspective, or is your father standing on a box, because your brother seems so much shorter than your dad. Was your mom short? I shouldn't find it surprising to see offspring shorter than their parents, because I'm shorter than both of mine, but usually they're taller? You know, I fail to see a resemblance between these guys, and the one picture I've seen of you, but photographs are always so misleading :-D
That is the interesting part - they don't look alike, and neither do any of my siblings, and none of us resemble Mom! You would think, unless you had seen the cousins, that we were all adopted
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(Hee - didn't I tell you that story about when I was 2, they took me to the doctors to get weighed and measured? The doctor told them delicately, looking back and forth between my parents (Mom was maybe 5'4") that given my height at 2 years old, they might want to start talking up the advantages of being tall to little bec, to prepare her for the horror that the growth curve projected. I might, ahem, be six feet tall! *gasp* Hee hee. Nope. Wrong daughter! My sister ended up 5'10, not me. So much for growth charts, eh?)I'm not sure if you did. It sounds familiar, though, because the same thing happened to me. Don't know if I told you, but I was supposed to be 5'10" based on growth projections made at 2-years as well. I ended up 5'4 1/2", so quite shy of that mark. Perhaps I drank too much coffee when I was in my teens? ;-D Actually, I like being this height -- I'm compact, and have good coordination. I ski easily, and was something of a gymnast when younger. Athletically, I've enjoyed being close to the ground... except for
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Well, I never have the problem of men getting scared because I was taller than them. They are scared of me for other reasons. *evil grin* MMRRAWRR! BOO!
I did go on a blind date with a feller who was 5'3". Phil was his name. He never called after the date!
The shortest guy I ever dated was an inch (or was that a half inch?) taller than me -- a "mini-man", if you will. Was was he ever ripped! I've never seen abs like his before or since.
:-) Hey, he was a nice guy, and I don't mean to be disparaging. Good things come in small packages.
He and I drifted apart because we had different levels of education and life exprience. For example, he had been knifed in a bar fight, bottomed out as an alcoholic, and joined AA, whereas I was a college girl just starting to enjoy the benefits of legal drinking age. You get the idea... I'm smirking right now at the memory of how we met. We met on the street! Yeah, somehow I ended up talking deep spirituality with a guy on Granville St. after staggering out of the Commodore Ballroom. Surreal. I was drunk, or high, or possibly both. I wonder what his excuse was? He was a recovering alcoholic, after all...
Good question. I went with a guy who had been through a 12 step for addiction to coke, and then one evening he whips out some pot. I was taken aback because as part of his confession to me about the former cocaine addiction, he had told me that he realized he had a problem and got himself into treatment when he was smoking pot with a dealer he hated trying to smooth a deal for some coke, or something like that.
I remember thinking at that point, "you and I do not have future, because you don't see how stupid it is to smoke pot if you have addiction problem." Then we had sex. *sigh* So much for my greater wisdom, eh?
Also, how old were you? Up to a certain age, a type of girl is a sucker for the deep metaphysical discussion, and guys who can handle those kinds of discussion look really deep and intelligent? Then you get a few more miles on ya, and you begin to be able to detect the bullshit factor, and while you are nodding at them, you're thinking to yourself "exactly how drunk would I have to be to take this seriously?" :P
I remember thinking at that point, "you and I do not have future, because you don't see how stupid it is to smoke pot if you have addiction problem." Then we had sex. *sigh* So much for my greater wisdom, eh?
First things first -- plenty of time to say goodbye after you've had your fun ;-D
Also, how old were you? Up to a certain age, a type of girl is a sucker for the deep metaphysical discussion, and guys who can handle those kinds of discussion look really deep and intelligent?Nineteen? Twenty, maybe? I was pretty intoxicated when I met this friend of Bill W, which, I'm sure, made the him (and our discussion) seem far deeper than it actually was. I got off on the surreal and serendipitious nature of the encounter, and was actually looking to hook up with a guy in AA at the time -- don't ask. I don't know. in retrospect, it just looks like stupid, high risk behavior. Incidentally, I began to suspect we didn't have a future when I was talking politics with his sponsor, and my guy didn't know what gerrymandering was.
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actually looking to hook up with a guy in AA at the time -- don't ask.
I wouldn't ask someone with an alcoholic parent about that one. It would be rude. I will note that starter husband, whom I met at like 16 or so, was the non-drinking oldest child of charming long-term alcoholic who was married like 3 or 4 times. And that my father is the non-drinking oldest child of charming long-term alcoholic who was married like 3 or 4 times. ;P or should I do this one :( or maybe this one :/ Yeah, that works best on that count.
Thanks for not asking -- like most best laid plans, "misson snag me an AA man" went quite awry.
I will note that starter husband, whom I met at like 16 or so, was the non-drinking oldest child of charming long-term alcoholic who was married like 3 or 4 times. And that my father is the non-drinking oldest child of charming long-term alcoholic who was married like 3 or 4 times
There are no coincidences in this life, are there? As a point of curiosity: I am the socially-drinking child of an alcoholic who has been married 2 times.
;P or should I do this one :( or maybe this one :/ Yeah, that works best on that count.
I agree with your choice of emoticon. I favor broad grinning winky face, ;-D, for most of this subject matter, because it reflects the levity with which I examine archaelogical curiosities from early personal history.
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I did go on a blind date with a feller who was 5'3". Phil was his name. He never called after the date!
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He and I drifted apart because we had different levels of education and life exprience. For example, he had been knifed in a bar fight, bottomed out as an alcoholic, and joined AA, whereas I was a college girl just starting to enjoy the benefits of legal drinking age. You get the idea... I'm smirking right now at the memory of how we met. We met on the street! Yeah, somehow I ended up talking deep spirituality with a guy on Granville St. after staggering out of the Commodore Ballroom. Surreal. I was drunk, or high, or possibly both. I wonder what his excuse was? He was a recovering alcoholic, after all...
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I remember thinking at that point, "you and I do not have future, because you don't see how stupid it is to smoke pot if you have addiction problem." Then we had sex. *sigh* So much for my greater wisdom, eh?
Also, how old were you? Up to a certain age, a type of girl is a sucker for the deep metaphysical discussion, and guys who can handle those kinds of discussion look really deep and intelligent? Then you get a few more miles on ya, and you begin to be able to detect the bullshit factor, and while you are nodding at them, you're thinking to yourself "exactly how drunk would I have to be to take this seriously?" :P
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First things first -- plenty of time to say goodbye after you've had your fun ;-D
Also, how old were you? Up to a certain age, a type of girl is a sucker for the deep metaphysical discussion, and guys who can handle those kinds of discussion look really deep and intelligent?Nineteen? Twenty, maybe? I was pretty intoxicated when I met this friend of Bill W, which, I'm sure, made the him (and our discussion) seem far deeper than it actually was. I got off on the surreal and serendipitious nature of the encounter, and was actually looking to hook up with a guy in AA at the time -- don't ask. I don't know. in retrospect, it just looks like stupid, high risk behavior. Incidentally, I began to suspect we didn't have a future when I was talking politics with his sponsor, and my guy didn't know what gerrymandering was. ( ... )
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I wouldn't ask someone with an alcoholic parent about that one. It would be rude. I will note that starter husband, whom I met at like 16 or so, was the non-drinking oldest child of charming long-term alcoholic who was married like 3 or 4 times. And that my father is the non-drinking oldest child of charming long-term alcoholic who was married like 3 or 4 times. ;P or should I do this one :( or maybe this one :/ Yeah, that works best on that count.
You did try, it sounds like.
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I will note that starter husband, whom I met at like 16 or so, was the non-drinking oldest child of charming long-term alcoholic who was married like 3 or 4 times. And that my father is the non-drinking oldest child of charming long-term alcoholic who was married like 3 or 4 times
There are no coincidences in this life, are there? As a point of curiosity: I am the socially-drinking child of an alcoholic who has been married 2 times.
;P or should I do this one :( or maybe this one :/ Yeah, that works best on that count.
I agree with your choice of emoticon. I favor broad grinning winky face, ;-D, for most of this subject matter, because it reflects the levity with which I examine archaelogical curiosities from early personal history.
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