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So, for those who don't know, I had my ultrasound last Friday. I'm having a boy....just one. No twins, which, of course, disappointed my mother. This takes me out of the running for who gets them in this generation since I'm getting my tubes tied after this one. And, after about a 5 minute discussion (I mean that seriously), James and I decided on
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The timing belt (or chain, depending the vehicle) helps keep everything running in sync. If the timing belt breaks, things just sort of try to go on their own rhythm and nothing works right. Because of this, when the timing belt must be replaced, it has to be done by someone who can get the timing set right again, otherwise the car remains useless. Mike knows how to set the timing, but, seeing as he just lost his father, I wouldn't dare ask him to worry about my car. I think it's more important for him to worry about himself and his family right now. He's already done more than enough by getting a friend of his to tow my car for me and covering the cost so I wouldn't have to worry about it.
Sad thing is, most of them talk about how they're in control of their own lives and how they'd never allow themselves to be controlled by a woman, and blah blah blah, but then they get a g/f....and simultaneously hand over their balls. It saddens me. I've broken up with guys for being like that....seriously. I don't want you asking my permission to go hang out with your friends and I don't need you attached to me 24/7. Yes, I like having an idea of where you are in case there's an emergency and I appreciate you checking to make sure I didn't have other plans with you already (since I seem to get with absent-minded guys a lot), but there's a difference between "hey, I'm going to play pool with a couple of friends" and "umm baby, I love you. Is it ok with you if I go out with some of my friends for a little bit? I mean, if you have a problem with that, I'll tell them no." No. Bad. Fired. Find where you dropped your balls and see yourself out.
No kidding.....I don't think they'd know what to do in the event of a zombie invasion. "Do we run away or put make up on them?! I'm so confused!!!" *brains get eaten* O_O
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