While I agree with pretty much everything that has been previously stated here, let me tell you my own story;
My <former> stepson is now 21 and serving in Iraq. His mother and I had been highschool sweethearts, but had moved away and each married other people. We got back together when we were both on the rebound from failed first marriages and our 'courtship' was brief and intense and she and the boys (he has a brother 4 years older than him) moved into my home after a few months and we were married a couple of months later. The marriage lasted 7 years and ended a few months after 'Marc' moved to Oregon to live with his biological father so he could attend highschool in a larger town with more opportunities.
'Marc' and I got back in touch, via phone, a couple of years ago and I found out in early January that, when he comes back from his tour of duty, he wants - after a visit to Tennessee - to move back to Kansas, the state he considers "home." When I mentioned that I knew of a "fixer-upper" place in Walker that he could have "really cheap," he told me that when he thinks of "home" it's my old place in Walker that he dreams of. When I told him that the elm tree seedling we planted in the yard when he was 10 as part of Arbor Day was now 20 feet tall, he got misty eyed and said something about "I wonder how long it'll be before I could hang a tire swing from it, like you did with the Mulberry tree?"
Long and short - My marriage to his mother - though definitely not a mistake - was ill fated from the beginning because she never really loved anyone but herself. 'Marc' knows this and even apologized once for his mother's behaviour. (accepted but not necessary) And - even though his mother and I "rushed" things - 'Marc' has turned out to be a fine and respectable young man. And at the risk of patting myself on the back, I'd like to think that I had quite a bit to do with it.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that sometimes children can benefit from having a 'step-parent'. Especially if that parent is polite and respectful and capable of teaching those and other qualities to the children. 'Marc' told me, back last fall, that "Ya know... I call my dad, "Dad" and I call you by your name... But it feels kinda backwards that way..."
Afternoon Robert! (Been working on the landscaping.)
I guess, if that's the way you like it, I can weaken it up some for tomorrow? (My coffee'll generally float a muleshoe and dissolve a little ol' spoon!)
Well, the headache has eased, I've shared a few smiles and the coffee is kicking in, so I reckon it's time to put my britches on and make a try at being productive.
Have fun Y'all! I'll be back afterwhile!
Oh - The coffee is still on and waitin' to be shared, so just go on in, grab a cup and help yer'selves... I trust ya'!
I posted it here some time ago, but I'll have to go back and see if I can find it again. It'll be a little later though, as I'm gonna' get busy in just a bit and may not be back on for a while...
Reminds me of a buddy of mine up in Kentucky - I hadn't heard from him in over a week and kept getting his voice mail when I tried to call, so I finally gave up, figuring that I must have said/done something to offend him. Turns out that he was working on his tractor and put his phone on top of the tire so that he could crawl underneath... Then fired it up, backed out of the barn and ran over his cell phone.
We've got a truckstop 8 miles away, right off I-75, North of Knoxville and we'll be looking for ya'! (There's a bunch more on the West side of town and they're only about 20 -25 minutes away, but the Pilot at exit 117 on '75 is the closest.)
Yep, it's 'Cowboy coffee' - Strong enough to make your legs bow - And we've got all the foo-foo coffee fixin's to dope it up any way you want, so help yourself.
WOOHOO right back at ya'! I'll be the one with Darkstar on the side of the tractor (Well, one of 17 anyway) and th' cowboy hat, singing "Jackie's Song."
I'm working at carving another garden out of the hillside next to the driveway. This one has taken quite a bit of dirt moving (about 5 cubic yards, all by hand, plus digging out stumps and roots and framing the whole thing in on the lower sides.) I'm kinda' anxious to get the 'hard' work done so that we can start working at getting the soil conditioned.
Comin' right up! You want plain cream or the flavored stuff? And we have a choice between white sugar and raw sugar. (The raw sugar is much better for you.)
Pretty good! Got a new job to start at on Monday, a beautiful lady who'll be waking up in a bit that I'll get a hug and kiss from, purty scenery out my front door and my headache has eased up.
Well, since I woke up at 04:10 this morning with a headache and since I finally got around to making coffee...
(Spilled the first, inhaled the second, working on the 3rd...)
Come on in! I'll have to become a productive member of the household in a little while, but I've got time for another cup of coffee and some breeze shootin'!
A West Texas Cowboy's wife came home just in time to find her husband with another woman. With super-human strength, borne of fury, and cutting calves, she dragged him down the stairs, out the back door, and into the tool shed out back of the barn. She put his... uh... in a vice, and then secured it tightly and removed the handle. Next she picked up an old carpenter's saw.
The banged up Cowboy was terrified, and hollered, "Stop! Stop! You're not going to cut me with that rusty saw, are you?"
The wife, with a gleam of revenge in her eye, put the saw in her husband's hand and said, "Nope. I' m going to set this old shed on fire, and go to town for a cold beer... You do whatever you want."
Oh yeah, Barry O'Bama! Wasn't he a lounge singer? (There's room for a line here about black irish, but - having some black Irish in my family - I'm not gonna' touch it!)
They say you're as young as you feel. I don't know if that's true or not because about 5 years ago I got slapped for feeling 21! (After that, I didn't feel quite so young anymore. )
I remember talking with a fellow - many years ago - who was from Southwest Missouri. He told me "Wa'll, Ah think Ah'm gonna' vote fer Ross P'ro - His brother's got that big fishin' store (Bass Pro) up in Springfield, so he cain't be all bad!"
I have very few secrets, but if I told them, then they would no longer be secrets.
Having said that, I will disclose something about myself that I think few people would suspect: I enjoy watching Musicals. Oklahoma, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, Singing in the Rain, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang... Great entertainment on a rainy weekend!
RE: minor children involved? appropriate time to blend households?
While I agree with pretty much everything that has been previously stated here, let me tell you my own story;My <former> stepson is now 21 and serving in Iraq. His mother and I had been highschool sweethearts, but had moved away and each married other people. We got back together when we were both on the rebound from failed first marriages and our 'courtship' was brief and intense and she and the boys (he has a brother 4 years older than him) moved into my home after a few months and we were married a couple of months later. The marriage lasted 7 years and ended a few months after 'Marc' moved to Oregon to live with his biological father so he could attend highschool in a larger town with more opportunities.
'Marc' and I got back in touch, via phone, a couple of years ago and I found out in early January that, when he comes back from his tour of duty, he wants - after a visit to Tennessee - to move back to Kansas, the state he considers "home." When I mentioned that I knew of a "fixer-upper" place in Walker that he could have "really cheap," he told me that when he thinks of "home" it's my old place in Walker that he dreams of. When I told him that the elm tree seedling we planted in the yard when he was 10 as part of Arbor Day was now 20 feet tall, he got misty eyed and said something about "I wonder how long it'll be before I could hang a tire swing from it, like you did with the Mulberry tree?"
Long and short - My marriage to his mother - though definitely not a mistake - was ill fated from the beginning because she never really loved anyone but herself. 'Marc' knows this and even apologized once for his mother's behaviour. (accepted but not necessary) And - even though his mother and I "rushed" things - 'Marc' has turned out to be a fine and respectable young man. And at the risk of patting myself on the back, I'd like to think that I had quite a bit to do with it.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that sometimes children can benefit from having a 'step-parent'. Especially if that parent is polite and respectful and capable of teaching those and other qualities to the children. 'Marc' told me, back last fall, that "Ya know... I call my dad, "Dad" and I call you by your name... But it feels kinda backwards that way..."