Hey....half the time when people talk in english here, I don't understand them either...so...no big deal....plus, if I'm interested enough, I just go to a translator site.....but....I figure it's personal between the two of you....and that's cool with me.......
Not ALL women make more money than men......especially in the same fields....same education...women still make less...statistically....there are exceptions, but over all....men do make more. JMO....
I have no problem with it what so ever. I wouldn't think of it in the terms as "supporting" as if I were superior to him just because I was the one working. It's all relevant in a relationship....doesn't matter who makes the money, it all goes for the same purpose.....living life as happily as two people can.
Just as the perfect man is...............so here's the thing....an imperfect woman with an imperfect man...they counterset the differences......and what do you get?............two f@cked up people..............
Hey, the female protype is already perfect.....it's the male protype that needs improving. We're not the ones with two heads and not enough blood supply to use both at the same time..............
ummmmmm....if I recall....you warmed up what I cooked the night before...and put french fries in the oven to bake......................don't think that qualifies as cooking dinner.........
5 classes this time....15 hours of them a week.....40 plus hours of work.....study time after work and school....reading, writing papers, research and..............a boyfriend........I have learned that one must take one day at a time because if you try to think of it all in one big picture, it tends to over load the system.........
With three days off, no work, no school, I thought I would sleep in. I left the phone on "silent", turned the fan on high and pulled the shades so no sun would seep through in the morning. Damn my internal clock...damn it all to hell. I was up, wide awake, at exactly the same time I uaually get up when I'm going to work or school. However.....I didn't exactly get out of bed right away....morning is glorious for so many reasons.
Once up and out of bed, I stumbled to the coffee maker. After fighting with the filters for over 5 minutes, I finally got a single filter to release from the stack and I placed it in the machine. A full pot was in order for this morning, as I would be here to enjoy more than just one cup. I always wait for it to start dripping, as this machine tends to have a mind of it's own and will over-flow at any given minute, if not attended to. As the coffee began to drip...I felt secure enough to let it do it's thing and I headed for the bathroom....with one eye open and naked....I slammed my toe on the corner of the fridge, sending me into a bantar of cursing you would not believe. My beloved, being deaf in one ear and having his good ear tightly against the pillow, missed a perfect cascade of cursing only he could appreciate. He kind of likes my potty mouth; why, I don't know, but he does, which is great, because I am gifted in the art.
With bathroom duties complete, and bruised toe throbbing, I follow my nose to the now completed pot of coffee. I pour a large mug full, add sugar (lots of it) and creamer (lots of it) and open the shades to view the most perfect day in months. Maybe there were other perfect days, but today, it seemed more perfect to me, probably because I didn't have to rush off to work and pretend how much I enjoy it. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate having a good job, which pays the bills nicely, but sometimes working with the public drains you in ways no other job can or will. I just work there....I wish they (the public) would get that through their heads. I don't send out the bills; I don't turn off their service; I don't break their phones....I just freak'en work there. I've been cussed, yelled at, threatend, cussed at...did I mention that already? I JUST WORK THERE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!! And now that the semester is back in, I have to be there 11 hours a day, to make up for the days I go to school. 11 hours of dealing with sometimes, the stupidest people in the world. (Is "stupidest" a word?)
Anyways.......the toe is better....the coffee is gone and now I'm on Dr. Pepper. I've gotten most of the housework out of the way. I tried recording some songs...well, a song, on a four track recorder, but that pissed me off too much and I gave up on that for now. And now it's afternoon and maybe a nap is in order. I love days off....but sometimes, when you are so used to being on the run so much, it's hard to just really relax and enjoy the time off. Although, the coffee and Dr. Pepper might have something to do with my inability to slow down....who knows........
I'm sure I'm going to get bashed for this answer...but.....here is my take on it.....
A couple, married or not, whom are living together should always discuss important decisions that have to be made....however, if and when they don't agree and a decision has to be made, I feel it is the man who should make the ultimate decision. We aren't always going to agree on everything, and sooner or later there is going to be a time when neither of us will want to budge.....he will have to step up and say "this is how it's going to be".......I might not like it, ...he might not get laid for a while, but....somebody has to take the lead and I think it should be the man....right or wrong...good or bad....
You are confussing bullying with good common advice........the only bullying going on in here is Judd with his "fools seldom differ".....and he will pay dearly.....
Question #1.......Who's to say this child won't be an extrodinary person? Each life has a purpose, or should anyways....and should have a chance to reveal this purpose.
Question #2....aren't most of our high officials either drunks, ex drug users, crooks, etc...? And we elected these people? Sad.....
RE: Sorry for sometimes using spanish.
Hey....half the time when people talk in english here, I don't understand them either...so...no big deal....plus, if I'm interested enough, I just go to a translator site.....but....I figure it's personal between the two of you....and that's cool with me.......