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Two-Kid Wednesday
I'm fighting off a cold right now.
That's what my Boss tells us to say. I guess it's some sort of "Power of Positive Thinking" crap, somehow more empowering to say than "I think I'm coming down with something." She has some sort of belief that if we /say/ we're fighting something off, we won't get sick. Really, I think she doesn't ever want us to miss work. What should she care, she left for a week in St. John today. Lucky.
I have a killer headache but that didn't stop me from talking to Wink for nearly an hour this evening, a conversation sparked because he cracked me up in his recent e-mail about spotting The Shat (W. Shatner) somewhere in town. (He's in LA. Ooh la la.) I do believe it was the sentence, "Or should I say, 'Shat myself?'" that did me in. I'm so easily amused.
It was Two-Kid Wednesday so I actually managed to pound through a significant amount of work on my desk /and/ file two weeks' worth of progress notes. I consider this a huge accomplishment, even if freeing all of this time up was disastrous to the Productivity thing. Aah well, I'm sure last week will cover it.
You know, I really wish love was easy. I don't know how anyone does it. Personally, I don't know if I'm coming or going most days. I can wake up in the morning on the wrong side of the bed and immediately get into a tizzy over something she's done or said, and ten minutes later when I'm still feeling down about it, all I want is to crawl into her arms. There's something mildly /wrong/ about that. How can I want comfort from the person who caused me to want comfort? Love, you're a crazy beast.
I really hope a time comes, and soon, when things settle down around us and we can go back to being Crazy In Love again. Those were good times, and I miss them. There's nothing quite like falling in love, and all of the living together and daily life stuff just messes with that in a lot of ways. Whatever happened to wanting to hold onto every moment and devote every ounce of energy to falling in love? I would like to bottle some of that and sip it every time Real Life tries to get in the way of my love affair.
I just want to go back to those wild and crazy, carefree, nutty-in-love days:

How do those of you in Long Term Loves keep that courtship spark? I'm all ears.
That's what my Boss tells us to say. I guess it's some sort of "Power of Positive Thinking" crap, somehow more empowering to say than "I think I'm coming down with something." She has some sort of belief that if we /say/ we're fighting something off, we won't get sick. Really, I think she doesn't ever want us to miss work. What should she care, she left for a week in St. John today. Lucky.
I have a killer headache but that didn't stop me from talking to Wink for nearly an hour this evening, a conversation sparked because he cracked me up in his recent e-mail about spotting The Shat (W. Shatner) somewhere in town. (He's in LA. Ooh la la.) I do believe it was the sentence, "Or should I say, 'Shat myself?'" that did me in. I'm so easily amused.
It was Two-Kid Wednesday so I actually managed to pound through a significant amount of work on my desk /and/ file two weeks' worth of progress notes. I consider this a huge accomplishment, even if freeing all of this time up was disastrous to the Productivity thing. Aah well, I'm sure last week will cover it.
You know, I really wish love was easy. I don't know how anyone does it. Personally, I don't know if I'm coming or going most days. I can wake up in the morning on the wrong side of the bed and immediately get into a tizzy over something she's done or said, and ten minutes later when I'm still feeling down about it, all I want is to crawl into her arms. There's something mildly /wrong/ about that. How can I want comfort from the person who caused me to want comfort? Love, you're a crazy beast.
I really hope a time comes, and soon, when things settle down around us and we can go back to being Crazy In Love again. Those were good times, and I miss them. There's nothing quite like falling in love, and all of the living together and daily life stuff just messes with that in a lot of ways. Whatever happened to wanting to hold onto every moment and devote every ounce of energy to falling in love? I would like to bottle some of that and sip it every time Real Life tries to get in the way of my love affair.
I just want to go back to those wild and crazy, carefree, nutty-in-love days:

How do those of you in Long Term Loves keep that courtship spark? I'm all ears.
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i'm not sure that it's ever quite the same, but it just comes and goes. sometimes it's there sometimes it's not. give it some time (and less stress), and you'll get it back. :)
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Ever since we restructured our lives to reduce my stress levels, as well as dealing with some other of my minor psychological issues, we've had more time to hang, talk and just be together.
Yes, we took a financial hit to do it but we've still got our heads above water and now I can talk without snapping or taking a simple question as an attack.
The modern work-intensity is insane. 100 years ago people worked hard but there had to deal with far less in the way of information handling and more in the way of physical activities. Hard work is tiring but it doesn't eat your brain when you're not doing it - unless, of course, you are completely exhausted. A sustainable physical job will make you tired but not brain-dead.
A modern job is all about flick/flick/flick/stress/stress/PANIC and your mind is fizzing when you get home. You're either thinking about today's work or the things you didn't do yesterday or the things that you have to do tomorrow.
It's always best if a person can leave their job at the office and not do ANYTHING about it when they're at home. Try (and I know it's hard) to wind down in the commute if possible with relaxing music - not the depressing news or Mr Fast Thump Thump and His Adrenalin-Pumping Bassline.
It's hard to do. It's bloody hard to do. That's why I don't work as a sysadmin anymore - I couldn't maintain the separation between home and work and my relationship is far more important than having two cars or flying business class or eating out every second night. K loves her job but she also manages to keep it separate. Sometimes we talk research at home - but not the day-to-day stress inducing problems of being an employee or who did what to whom.
I know it's especially hard when someone asks 'How was your day' and by the time I've finished answering I'm spitting venom because of what person X did to me and how stupid they were. What I should always have done was say "Eh. People are dumb and I have to go in a bit early tomorrow to deal with it but it's bloody nice to be home.", turn my phone off and NOT go through any non-essential work.
So, my amateur advice is 'try and lower everyone's stress levels' and things will be better. It worked for me!
Hope that this helps.
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Judecorp: *POW* *BANG* *KAPOW*
Cold: *REEL* *GASP* *FAINT*
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Then I look at things he's done for me, and I start to get a little more soft towards him, and then I make a real attempt at outreach.
It's worth it. It's not like when we first got together, but it's different, and it's definitely better.
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She works hard for her lovin'. Quite hard for her lovin'.
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I first saw that picture and thought you chopped off all your hair again!
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i don't think the Crazy In Love spark that comes with early days of falling in love is something that you recapture in it's full glory. maybe i'm wrong. but i think that it gets replaced with something a lot deeper and dare i say better.
my $.02
:D
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We go back to those crazy in love days when we laugh together, because that's what initially brought us together. Focus on whatever it was about Jen that made you crazy in love with her and try finding it in the every day things that she does. That seems to help me, at least.
And that picture always makes me laugh because it looks to me like Jen is about to hork.
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