Matt G has been married 10 years.
My own failed marriage has, oddly enough, made me more appreciative of marriages that do last.
There is a couple in Small Group Bible Study at St Mark's who've been married only a year or two, and who have that Perfect Couple thing going that Rob & I once did.
I want to wrap them in cotton and preserve them.
I'm glad to say I've not turned very bitter, or any more cynical than I ever was.
But I still wish I was in the category of people who get to celebrate their anniversaries. Mine was January 15th, and in a fit of idiocy I called my estranged husband and thanked him for the good years, then burst into tears and hung up on him.
I'm not cut out for this divorce thing.
(And on the off chance you're wondering what happened to the initial last two paragraphs of this post, yeah, I disappeared 'em. 'Cause they weren't really appropriate.)
Friday, February 29, 2008
Screw you too, McCain.
Barack Obama & Hilary Clinton are both in town today. Obama is at the Verizon Wireless Ampitheater & Clinton somewhere at Hemisfair Plaza. These are their second visits in two or three weeks.
Huckabee was here last week, at St Mary's, using the same hall Clinton had earlier used. (Oh, and while I have nothing but respect for the Archbishop, merely saying that abortion is an "unspeakable evil" isn't enough to not want Clinton on your university; if your position is a moral one you ought to be able to cogently rebut someone on the other side, & there are plenty of great anti-abortion arguments out there. Just sayin'.)
McCain? He came earlier this week. To USAA (which, of course, is not open to the general public). For a news conference.
Geez, can you guess who has the nomination all sewn up?
If I've got to put up with fellow parishioners comparing Obama to Christ (I am NOT making that up; it happened three weeks ago in Small Group Bible Study), I ought to at least be able to go to the rally for the candidate of my choice. Or, as Duncan Hunter is already long gone, a rally for John McCain. Who obviously doesn't give a damn about San Antonio voters.
The good news is, you can vote "uncommitted" in the Republican Presidential primary here. Not that I did. Because for some reason, even though I legally changed my name nine farking years ago and updated my voter registration when I moved back to Texas, some beauracrat (sorry, I cannot for the life of me spell that) with infinite wisdom decided I was stealing my own identity and inactivated my voter registration. Which of course I knew nothing about until I was attempting to cast my ballot. And of course the Secretary of State voters' rights office or whatever the hell it is isn't answering its phone. Assholes.
Huckabee was here last week, at St Mary's, using the same hall Clinton had earlier used. (Oh, and while I have nothing but respect for the Archbishop, merely saying that abortion is an "unspeakable evil" isn't enough to not want Clinton on your university; if your position is a moral one you ought to be able to cogently rebut someone on the other side, & there are plenty of great anti-abortion arguments out there. Just sayin'.)
McCain? He came earlier this week. To USAA (which, of course, is not open to the general public). For a news conference.
Geez, can you guess who has the nomination all sewn up?
If I've got to put up with fellow parishioners comparing Obama to Christ (I am NOT making that up; it happened three weeks ago in Small Group Bible Study), I ought to at least be able to go to the rally for the candidate of my choice. Or, as Duncan Hunter is already long gone, a rally for John McCain. Who obviously doesn't give a damn about San Antonio voters.
The good news is, you can vote "uncommitted" in the Republican Presidential primary here. Not that I did. Because for some reason, even though I legally changed my name nine farking years ago and updated my voter registration when I moved back to Texas, some beauracrat (sorry, I cannot for the life of me spell that) with infinite wisdom decided I was stealing my own identity and inactivated my voter registration. Which of course I knew nothing about until I was attempting to cast my ballot. And of course the Secretary of State voters' rights office or whatever the hell it is isn't answering its phone. Assholes.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
I wanna be like Tamara.
This Tamara, of course.
Alas, I truly fear there is no hope for me.
I was in JROTC in high school. Highlight of the first year was gun quals. The only other guy not to qualify for his marksmanship medal got kicked out of the range for firing before the command was given. Even my squad leader, who shot the clothespin off the target one lane over got his medal.
My father tried to teach me. Looking back, it probably wasn't the brightest idea to try to learn marksmanship with a .45 from a drunkard, but the damage to my confidence has already been done.
And yet I am a sucker for a submariner with an M-60.
My estranged husband is a sharpshooter, naturally.
Pray the kids take after him. In that. Not in anything else. (His keeping to his wedding vows skills frankly suck.)
Alas, I truly fear there is no hope for me.
I was in JROTC in high school. Highlight of the first year was gun quals. The only other guy not to qualify for his marksmanship medal got kicked out of the range for firing before the command was given. Even my squad leader, who shot the clothespin off the target one lane over got his medal.
My father tried to teach me. Looking back, it probably wasn't the brightest idea to try to learn marksmanship with a .45 from a drunkard, but the damage to my confidence has already been done.
And yet I am a sucker for a submariner with an M-60.
My estranged husband is a sharpshooter, naturally.
Pray the kids take after him. In that. Not in anything else. (His keeping to his wedding vows skills frankly suck.)
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