Neither Stephanie nor I are particularly well-equipped to deal with judgemental folks. As people pleasers, consensus builders, and relatively honest types--and at least in my case, a devil's advocate--we don't like to argue over matters of taste, or the private domain. We are happy to listen to and share opinion, but not opinion couched as fact ( Read more... )

Yesterday, Steph mentioned that one of the things she likes about me is my "Passion". I was like, "I'm passionate?" and she listed off things I'm passionate about, like a new game, or an interesting idea ( Read more... )

Stephanie and I are completely rearranging our living room, switching the TV to the other wall and putting the couch in the middle of the room instead of against a wall. We're hoping to make it feel more cozy. It already looks pretty good, even though the house is still a mess ( Read more... )

Check out my failin.gs website. For instance, this is a baby step toward me trying to address the request to post more about my feelings on LJ. Reading over it, I don't know if it comes across properly. It's certainly not explicit. But I'm trying. I'm fully aware that I've dived back into my shell the past few years. I'm working on it. I'm ( Read more... )

A pretty good inidicator of my state of mind might be how difficult it is to convince me to fold clean laundry. I now believe that's something that hasn't been done since Halloween. Another indicator of my state of mind might be how often I am willing to write a journal entry. I'm still getting other things done, but I think I'm slowly going ( Read more... )

I continue to work independently on biggish projects. Stephie's foot still hurts. Christmas comes soon. I hope I don't forget to do my annual year-end meme ( Read more... )

Okay, apparently the woman dubbed Octo-Mom has trademarked the name. That's actually another of the few things that turn my stomach: People who revel in negative public opinion. Really, it just utterly confuses me. I can understand not wanting to be judged by the public. But I associate that desire with wanting to be left alone--not with ( Read more... )

I should mention, for lack of anything better to mention, that we taught Joe how to play Duel of Ages on Monday and he picked up on it right away. Of course, he's a sharp guy, but we've been dispairing of teaching it to anyone because it's an obscure, creative-in-an-obtuse-way game ( Read more... )

Mom and Dad came over on Sunday while the Super Bowl was on, and we watched Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog... And we happened to turn it off just in time to watch some guy make a 100-yard intersection touchdown with no seconds left before halftime. Hooray for stumbling across sports history, I guess?

Now, for the thoughts that have been clawing ( Read more... )

Last night Steph and I caught the tail end of a documentary on a pair of teenage conjoined twins. Despite the publicity, they live relatively normal lives. It would have been an amazing experience to grow up with those two and be their friends; they surely have a unique take on the world. (They plan to date and marry; what will the one-man, one- ( Read more... )