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Eugenides'/><category term='The 5 Love Languages'/><category term='interpretation'/><category term='blog'/><category term='geocoin'/><category term='Molly Dooker'/><category term='St. Michaels'/><category term='falling'/><category term='parents'/><category term='dating in Smalltimore'/><category term='intimacy'/><category term='GIYS'/><category term='navigating'/><category term='good feelings'/><category term='optimism'/><category term='dates'/><category term='religion'/><category term='palindromes.'/><category term='Gretchen Rubin'/><category term='desperation'/><category term='outed'/><category term='gatherings'/><category term='difficult conversations'/><title type='text'>Boyfriend,  please!</title><subtitle type='html'>Baltimore single mom&amp;#39;s attempts at navigating the deep &amp;amp; confusing relationship abyss (with some sailing thrown in for good measure)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>332</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-4828957304851372447</id><published>2012-02-10T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T17:34:45.266-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incurable romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strawberries'/><title type='text'>Make Me Wanna Gag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UI4ghI2Bcy8/TzWaiwgXVVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/MdrnlNW_jCk/s1600/grow-old-disgusting-valentines-day-ecard-someecards.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UI4ghI2Bcy8/TzWaiwgXVVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/MdrnlNW_jCk/s320/grow-old-disgusting-valentines-day-ecard-someecards.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In honor of the upcoming Valentine's Day &amp;amp; because I am an incurable romantic, I've been trolling the 'net for advice. Plus, Xing Fu &amp;amp; I have been accused of being that couple that makes you want to gag...yeah, you know the type. In fact, when I got home from work this afternoon there was a box waiting for me of 12 very large &amp;amp; beautiful chocolate-dipped strawberries.&amp;nbsp; Yum! &amp;nbsp; I am unapologetic for my behavior--I really hope that we are still that way in 30 years too...just sayin'.&amp;nbsp; So here is advice that I found that highlights those nonverbals. This is from the following web site: &lt;a href="http://www.caring.com/articles/5-surprising-actions-that-show-love?utm_medium=partner&amp;amp;utm_source=msn" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.caring.com/articles/5-surprising-actions-that-show-love?utm_medium=partner&amp;amp;utm_source=msn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I know I've written about this one in the past:&amp;nbsp; touching is everything.&amp;nbsp; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;... touch telegraphs affection faster than words do. Thank your brain and your skin's abundant nerve endings for why touch feels so nice. The emotional brain "gets" touch communication more immediately than it understands words, which have to be processed first through the speech centers, says David Givens, director of the Center for Nonverbal Studies in Spokane, Washington, and author of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Love Signals&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"If seeing is believing, touching is &lt;i&gt;knowing&lt;/i&gt;," he says."&amp;nbsp; But this touching does fade as the relationship continues--so kissing in the morning &amp;amp; other times, holding hands when watching TV, or in the car are all ways to reconnect quickly.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The article also talks about being in sync with one another--doing things together--taking a walk, or in our case while going geocaching, etc., we tend to fall into stride with each other.&amp;nbsp; According to the article it is "mirroring" behavior--a common courtship ritual--it says further that we tend to unconsciously imitate one another when we feel close.&amp;nbsp; "Couples do this unconsciously all the time: Watch a pair who are flirting. Social scientists call this "synchrony" -- simultaneous action – when members of a social pair match their behaviors. "It's a strong way of being alike," Givens says."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;There are a few others in the article--all very good suggestions but I close with this one: Small, everyday gestures of connectedness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Those small gestures don't have to be store-bought tokens; they can take the form of a daily catch-up with a traveling lover, the everyday loving gestures you show a spouse -- making the bed first, bringing him coffee, scraping ice from her car in the morning."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Even though I received a very nice gift this afternoon &amp;amp; I truly appreciate it (although I will need a lot of help consuming them), it is the small, caring gestures that I think about the most.&amp;nbsp; Like bagels in the morning. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-4828957304851372447?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4828957304851372447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=4828957304851372447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/4828957304851372447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/4828957304851372447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2012/02/make-me-wanna-gag.html' title='Make Me Wanna Gag!'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UI4ghI2Bcy8/TzWaiwgXVVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/MdrnlNW_jCk/s72-c/grow-old-disgusting-valentines-day-ecard-someecards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-5441032211842837962</id><published>2012-02-08T18:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T18:01:44.560-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house clean up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pressure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general contractor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packing'/><title type='text'>Under Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lxbi5S3Smqc/TzL-FqX51CI/AAAAAAAAAko/EZ-29A6ddNo/s1600/housesale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lxbi5S3Smqc/TzL-FqX51CI/AAAAAAAAAko/EZ-29A6ddNo/s1600/housesale.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pressure pushing down on me&lt;br /&gt;Pressing down on you no man ask for&lt;br /&gt;Under pressure that burns a building down&lt;br /&gt;Splits a family in two&lt;br /&gt;Puts people on streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the terror of knowing&lt;br /&gt;What this world is about&lt;br /&gt;Watching some good friends&lt;br /&gt;Screaming let me out&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow gets me higher&lt;br /&gt;Pressure on people - people on streets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;--Queen &amp;amp; David Bowie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACK!!&amp;nbsp; I m feeling a great deal of pressure right now--this house thing is taking on a life of it's own.&amp;nbsp; The kitchen floor is torn up now, painting will be starting soon, &amp;amp; we have been looking at houses on the market. We want to get my house listed by the end of February--and of course, I am praying that it sells quickly.&amp;nbsp; Problem is that the house up the street is also for sale....new kitchen &amp;amp; bathroom...but what my house has is a brand new roof as of last Thursday, new windows &amp;amp; doors, and some upgrades.&amp;nbsp; If someone who is buying doesn't like the new kitchen in the house up the street(I went through the house with my realtor just to get a picture of what I was up against), then mine will be ideal because they can put in a kitchen that they want.&amp;nbsp; Also, I have a corner lot &amp;amp; the lot up the street is &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;b&gt;am&lt;/b&gt; putting in new floors.&amp;nbsp; The ones in my competition are not wood but what appears to be cheap laminate.&amp;nbsp; I have decent wood floors throughout so that is another selling point.&amp;nbsp; But this is the pressure--to be competitive in this buyer's market, to get everything done with a general contractor who seems to move at the rate of molasses (but he's really a good guy--no weird stuff) but is thorough, to get the clutter, &amp;amp; all the accumulation of 11 years' worth of crap packed up, thrown out, or given away, &amp;amp; staging the house to sell.&amp;nbsp; Of course I haven't mentioned the other big issue:&amp;nbsp; finding a house that works for our families....as I said, "ACK!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-5441032211842837962?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5441032211842837962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=5441032211842837962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/5441032211842837962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/5441032211842837962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2012/02/under-pressure.html' title='Under Pressure'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lxbi5S3Smqc/TzL-FqX51CI/AAAAAAAAAko/EZ-29A6ddNo/s72-c/housesale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-8318412960566021043</id><published>2012-02-01T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T17:25:00.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past loves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where are they now?'/><title type='text'>Where Are They Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PuYg8QX-ROk/Tym7Wbygn-I/AAAAAAAAAkg/qZfoY1Y732s/s1600/cupidarrow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PuYg8QX-ROk/Tym7Wbygn-I/AAAAAAAAAkg/qZfoY1Y732s/s1600/cupidarrow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Last night my friend MAC &amp;amp; I were chatting on Facebook &amp;amp; had a little giggle about past subjects on this blog.&amp;nbsp; What came of that is the "Where Are They Now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hmmmm....where to start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mr. Amsterdam--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Spent the next few weeks after our trip offering new internet dating women opportunities to go abroad--all expenses paid.&amp;nbsp; Most thought he was nuts &amp;amp; didn't go out with him.&amp;nbsp; One day a woman took him up on his offer &amp;amp; off they went to Italy.&amp;nbsp; They're married &amp;amp; visit the Bridge of Sighs every year on their anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Salad--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Skiing the half-pipes in Vermont.&amp;nbsp; Really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;SM--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Still Married!&amp;nbsp; Really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Preacher Man--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Swore off alcohol after our date...until the next woman crazy enough to go out with a man with 11 children.&amp;nbsp; She introduced him to pot &amp;amp; now he's a grower in Humboldt County.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The Bear--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Found wearing the bear suit a female magnet so wore it to parties whenever he could.&amp;nbsp; Fell in with the Furries &amp;amp; is "yiffing" with his unicorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Drummer Boy--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Did not do well in the dating scene--got back with his wife &amp;amp; is part of a polygamous marriage with his "brother-hubbies"--all 4 of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Seamus--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Bad boy to the core.&amp;nbsp; Will never change!&amp;nbsp; Really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And, last but certainly not least:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The Bull--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Went back to the other woman &amp;amp; begged her forgiveness.&amp;nbsp; She took him back...for a month.&amp;nbsp; Until he told her that he wanted to be polyamorous &amp;amp; would she become a swinger?&amp;nbsp; She kicked him out &amp;amp; he went on a bender in which eventually his genitalia shriveled up &amp;amp; he has resorted to using a penis pump.&amp;nbsp; Because of over-dying his hair, it all fell out just before his 50th birthday.&amp;nbsp; He still thinks he's a Lothario but most women think he's a lech. &amp;nbsp; He lives alone with his online porn to keep him company.&amp;nbsp; He may have caught a video of the bear &amp;amp; his unicorn one night....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Of course there are many more but those are the ones that I remember the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And as for Xing Fu, aka Music Buddy?&amp;nbsp; Well, I think most of you know the story...The Frog Prince.&amp;nbsp; Is it happily ever after?&amp;nbsp; --time will tell.&amp;nbsp; "Ribbit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-8318412960566021043?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8318412960566021043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=8318412960566021043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8318412960566021043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8318412960566021043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2012/02/where-are-they-now.html' title='Where Are They Now?'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PuYg8QX-ROk/Tym7Wbygn-I/AAAAAAAAAkg/qZfoY1Y732s/s72-c/cupidarrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-1462533007931714759</id><published>2012-01-31T16:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T16:51:24.397-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family dynamics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blending families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mishpocheh'/><title type='text'>Way-Extended Mishpocheh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4e9ITsmKU60/TyhakrNicmI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8nj9Q10j6GQ/s1600/stepgrandparents.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4e9ITsmKU60/TyhakrNicmI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8nj9Q10j6GQ/s400/stepgrandparents.jpg" width="346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I had a very interesting weekend--took/taking a couple days to process &amp;amp; I think it was overall a good one.&amp;nbsp; Xing Fu's dad &amp;amp; stepmother came in from Texas to spend the weekend with Xing Fu, his kids, me, &amp;amp; my son.&amp;nbsp; Talk about blending a family.&amp;nbsp; It was the first time that they met me &amp;amp; my son--that was nerve-wracking just by itself. But it was a learning experience to be sure.&amp;nbsp; It was also good to learn a little bit about the father of the man I am planning to spend the rest of my life with. I can say that he is spartan (an austere air about him) in his approach--I think Xing Fu is as well--this is not necessarily a criticism--but I see that he comes by it honestly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think I am still processing that a bit--but the time spent with everyone was a good one &amp;amp; my son made me proud by being affable &amp;amp; genuinely involved.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;On Sunday, we drove down to DC to visit Xing Fu's oldest at college--we needed two cars so I had one of his kids on the way down &amp;amp; both on the way back (my son was with his aunt (my former sister-in-law)). We had lunch, visited the campus &amp;amp; drove back.&amp;nbsp; It was a very nice afternoon &amp;amp; I think everyone enjoyed the time together.&amp;nbsp; Later, we would all have dinner together including my kid.&amp;nbsp; But first he had to come back from his aunt's house--he had spent Sunday at her boyfriend's music shop--he just loves going there &amp;amp; playing all of the guitars.&amp;nbsp; So I asked my former SIL if she'd drop him off at Xing Fu's place.&amp;nbsp; She said sure &amp;amp; now we have a convoluted mess of a mishpocheh...My ex's sister, my son, &amp;amp; Xing Fu's kids, dad &amp;amp; stepmom.&amp;nbsp; It is kinda cool--my former SIL knows Xing Fu &amp;amp; now his dad &amp;amp; his kids--how strange is that?&amp;nbsp; My mom says that it's a good thing that everyone is willing &amp;amp; interested to be involved with one another--mebbe eventually I'll get to know Xing Fu's ex's family too--it would be nice if everyone figured it all out &amp;amp; developed a positive relationship--if my SIL, Xing Fu, &amp;amp; I can do this, (and my parents who are also quite fond of my SIL), then I think we all can.&amp;nbsp; That is my hope for the future--that all of the sides of the families can spend time together in some capacity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-1462533007931714759?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1462533007931714759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=1462533007931714759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/1462533007931714759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/1462533007931714759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2012/01/way-extended-mishpocheh.html' title='Way-Extended Mishpocheh'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4e9ITsmKU60/TyhakrNicmI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8nj9Q10j6GQ/s72-c/stepgrandparents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-4351666871265942893</id><published>2012-01-29T21:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T21:43:26.227-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roofing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contractor'/><title type='text'>House Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukKkPf2xRxo/TyX3rTdXO8I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/nZy6l_ARstg/s1600/roofer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukKkPf2xRxo/TyX3rTdXO8I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/nZy6l_ARstg/s1600/roofer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Busy, busy...this house thing is so frustrating.&amp;nbsp; All I want to do is get this damn house listed &amp;amp; all I seem to be able to do is find more &amp;amp; more problems.&amp;nbsp; I have a contractor who is working on the house right now &amp;amp; I've been unable to take a shower in my bathroom as he's been up to his elbows in tile, pipes &amp;amp; drywall.&amp;nbsp; And it is still not done.&amp;nbsp; After getting everything fixed, drywall replaced, tiles replaced, grout &amp;amp; caulk...there's no water pressure!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So now he'll need to investigate this problem &amp;amp; of course this issue will lead to another.&amp;nbsp; And the front hallway is torn up &amp;amp; soon the kitchen floor will be as well.&amp;nbsp; And painting, and buffing &amp;amp; sanding the hardwood floors &amp;amp; steps, and do I get a new vanity for the bathroom?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, and did I mention the new roof?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Xing Fu reminds me that it is an old house &amp;amp; I should expect these issues, but...but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And I have a timeline--I want to have this house ready to list at the end of February &amp;amp; I am hoping to be moving by April.&amp;nbsp; Maybe my thinking is pie-in-the-sky but I just want to get this done &amp;amp; get a move on before the summer whirlwind hits.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, part of this is moving on, moving out, &amp;amp; my impatience to get there &amp;amp; close a chapter in my life that my current house represents.&amp;nbsp; But I know it takes time but I really wish things in this frickin' house would stop breaking!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-4351666871265942893?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4351666871265942893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=4351666871265942893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/4351666871265942893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/4351666871265942893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2012/01/house-woes.html' title='House Woes'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukKkPf2xRxo/TyX3rTdXO8I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/nZy6l_ARstg/s72-c/roofer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-8731821023225979523</id><published>2012-01-22T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:01:07.168-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honesty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5-3-1 game'/><title type='text'>Communication Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-16koCMRUvd8/TxyuK4vVIYI/AAAAAAAAAkE/OPfLAhxg_X4/s1600/comm_info-cropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-16koCMRUvd8/TxyuK4vVIYI/AAAAAAAAAkE/OPfLAhxg_X4/s320/comm_info-cropped.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Recently I've been reading more relationship stuff--not because I think things are stale but because I always think that we can improve.&amp;nbsp; (Well, mebbe one time Xing Fu mentioned that he thought something was kinda like a relationship rut--TV on, or something like that)&amp;nbsp; Anyway, that kind of off-hand comment usually sends my antennae a-quiver &amp;amp; I'm off to the races looking for stuff to prove &amp;amp; fix that 1) there ain't no rut &amp;amp; 2) if there is, then let's do this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;From &lt;i&gt;Yahoo Shine&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/love-sex/12-tips-happier-relationship-041700705.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://shine.yahoo.com/love-sex/12-tips-happier-relationship-041700705.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Say "please" &amp;amp; "thank you"--The logic here is that you won't take each other for granted--we actually talk about that a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Kiss every morning &amp;amp; say "good morning" while you're at it.&amp;nbsp; Grab each other's butts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;everyday (or every other)&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Cuddle--This one's huge, imho.&amp;nbsp; Switch doing dishes--our rule is if one person cooks, the other cleans up--takes the conflict out of it.&amp;nbsp; Spend at least one night a week with other people (family, friends, etc.) not holed up by yourselves.&amp;nbsp; Practice honesty--even when it makes you or your SO uncomfortable--so incredibly important--if you cannot be open &amp;amp; talk honestly to one another, &amp;amp; avoid difficult topics that throw those speed bumps into the relationship, then I begin to question how long it can continue without dealing with them.&amp;nbsp; And while you're at it--listen to each other.&amp;nbsp; These pieces of advice seem kinda obvious but we often quickly lose sight of the obvious stuff--it was good to come across this little article to remind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The second one came as a spin off of the first article--from &lt;i&gt;Your Tango&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourtango.com/201066927/8-relationship-tricks-happy-couples-use" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.yourtango.com/201066927/8-relationship-tricks-happy-couples-use&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; A lot are the same but I really liked this little tidbit in particular.&amp;nbsp; When you can't decide where to eat, what movie to go to (except us--we're working on 2+ years of NO dinner &amp;amp; a movie dates), &amp;amp; instead of being wishy-washy &amp;amp; non-committal, do this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; "If you and your partner are indecisive about where to eat or what movie to watch, play the "5-3-1" game. One person names five choices, the other vetoes two of them, and then the first person eliminates the remaining two. Ta-da, no more "Where you do want to eat?" "I don't care, what do you want to do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Good stuff!&amp;nbsp; I also liked&amp;nbsp; not sweating the small stuff--in other words, if Xing Fu says that Queen's &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;News of the World&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; album was released in 1976 &amp;amp; I know it is 1977, I may want to choose to let that one slide, unless it was a challenge....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Another piece of advice that dovetails with that is not saying something like "I told you so," when the other person admits fault--instead, let it go--accept it &amp;amp; MOVE ON! (I sometimes need to remind myself of this--I guess because I am often suspicious that an admittance of fault is somehow disingenuous.) Along with that is to remind yourself to think before you speak--particularly when having a disagreement.&amp;nbsp; Pause, gather your thoughts, &amp;amp; let some of the irrational thoughts go.&amp;nbsp; Then say what you need to say.&amp;nbsp; Difficult to do when there is a lot of emotion, but the outcome is often waaaay better. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And lastly, (this appeals to the writer in me):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Play the "He's Not an A**-hole" game. Whenever you feel angry at him, imagine that you're a novelist (or a movie writer) assigned to write a story in which your man is the protagonist. That way, you'll have to think of the situation from his point-of-view and make him sympathetic to readers and viewers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Good, solid relationships take hard work--particularly when communicating with one another.&amp;nbsp; I was remarking to my friend the Zen Bicyclist that I work harder in this relationship than any I have previously--mebbe it's an awareness that I never had before or maybe it's because I think Xing Fu is really worth it.&amp;nbsp; And I'm not complaining about the work--I love the outcome &amp;amp; it reminds me that I know that I have it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-8731821023225979523?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8731821023225979523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=8731821023225979523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8731821023225979523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8731821023225979523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2012/01/communication-tips.html' title='Communication Tips'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-16koCMRUvd8/TxyuK4vVIYI/AAAAAAAAAkE/OPfLAhxg_X4/s72-c/comm_info-cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-4087123214751539157</id><published>2012-01-17T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T20:58:54.517-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive interactions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFFs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowling'/><title type='text'>Couple Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm2hz_BRGCY/TxYm6Ff-dvI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZNvqdFxYecM/s1600/dinnerparty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm2hz_BRGCY/TxYm6Ff-dvI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZNvqdFxYecM/s1600/dinnerparty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Earlier today I came across a little snippet of an article about the importance of having couple friends. So I did a little research because as it was, my BFF(J) was over last night &amp;amp; actually mentioned something like having couple friends.&amp;nbsp; In fact, her insight was pretty much spot-on.&amp;nbsp; She said that having good couple friends helped her with her own relationship.&amp;nbsp; She mentioned BFF(A)'s marriage in particular.&amp;nbsp; But she also said that watching Xing Fu &amp;amp; I navigate a second relationship also teaches her about interaction with her own spouse.&amp;nbsp; She says that she observes other couple' interactions (positive &amp;amp; negative) &amp;amp; is able to see other ways of handling her own relationship.&amp;nbsp; And, based on my research, that is exactly what the "experts" recommend.&amp;nbsp; According to a &lt;i&gt;USA Today&lt;/i&gt; article by Sharon Jayson, the experts Geoffrey Greif &amp;amp; Kathy Deal (both from U of MD Baltimore) say the following:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Being close with another couple and watching how they manage their ups and downs is a role model for how you can manage your ups and downs," Greif says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="inside-copy" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And, it can enhance your relationship with your partner, Deal says. "Some couples said, 'When I see my husband or wife with other people, it really makes me appreciate them in a different way. I see how charming or thoughtful they are or what a sparkling conversationalist they are.' It makes them feel very positive about their partner," she says."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="inside-copy" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I agree too--in fact, well before there was a relationship with Xing Fu, I talked to BFF(A) about her marriage &amp;amp; how she navigated the rough spots quite a lot.&amp;nbsp; I think I've learned a lot from her as well as from BFF(J).&amp;nbsp; It is a good thing that we do enjoy each others' company as much as we do &amp;amp; that Xing Fu fits right in because BFF(J), BFF(A), myself, &amp;amp; their spouses have spent a great deal of time together over the years &amp;amp; it would be a shame if everyone didn't get along.&amp;nbsp; Case in point, we had a blast with BFF(J) &amp;amp; hubby last weekend when we all went bowling.&amp;nbsp; It is nice to have those relationships &amp;amp; finding couple friends as I've heard is notoriously difficult.&amp;nbsp; So raise a glass to your close couple friends because they will help you with your own relationship (and watch how they do cheers). &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-4087123214751539157?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4087123214751539157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=4087123214751539157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/4087123214751539157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/4087123214751539157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2012/01/couple-friends.html' title='Couple Friends'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm2hz_BRGCY/TxYm6Ff-dvI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZNvqdFxYecM/s72-c/dinnerparty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-7465595564710602984</id><published>2012-01-11T20:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T20:11:37.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Led Zeppelin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Frog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rain Song'/><title type='text'>2 Years &amp; Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6FshJWfcCMI/Tw4zJJO4fjI/AAAAAAAAAjw/dCvTvdeIwgc/s1600/rainywindow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6FshJWfcCMI/Tw4zJJO4fjI/AAAAAAAAAjw/dCvTvdeIwgc/s1600/rainywindow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is the springtime of my loving - the second season I am to know &lt;br /&gt;You are the sunlight in my growing - so little warmth I've felt before. &lt;br /&gt;It isn't hard to feel me glowing - I watched the fire that grew so low. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the summer of my smiles - flee from me Keepers of the Gloom. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me only with your eyes. It is to you I give this tune. &lt;br /&gt;Ain't so hard to recognize - These things are clear to all from &lt;br /&gt;time to time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;--Led Zeppelin&amp;nbsp; "The Rain Song"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Funny how songs pop up that have instant meaning.&amp;nbsp; I am listening to Radio Paradise--it is an online "radio station" which I love--they play such a cool variety of songs &amp;amp; usually &amp;amp; uncannily they seem to match my mood quite a bit.&amp;nbsp; It is raining &amp;amp; I sit here waiting for Xing Fu so that we can have dinner &amp;amp; I've turned introspective.&amp;nbsp; "The Rain Song" came on &amp;amp; it just fit so well.&amp;nbsp; Xing Fu teases me because I get tired of hearing Led Zep all of the time on his XM satellite especially since they seem to only play "Stairway to Heaven" or "Kashmir" &amp;amp; ask him to turn it off.&amp;nbsp; But I'd forgotten about about this song--how beautiful it is &amp;amp; how peaceful.&amp;nbsp; It reminds me of how I am with Xing Fu--peaceful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Narrowing down on 2 years together--I am such an incurable romantic--I go back &amp;amp; re-read posts &amp;amp; old emails--because sometimes I have to pinch myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;that what has happened with us has happened &amp;amp; that two years later I'm even more sure of where we're headed together.&amp;nbsp; Have we been lucky, was it timing, synchronicity, or all of the above?&amp;nbsp; I remember writing about "Red Flags" at one point early on in our relationship &amp;amp; now, I still find that overall there just aren't any.&amp;nbsp; Sure, there are the realities of any relationship that has developed over a longer period of time--we don't always see eye to eye, believe it or not &amp;amp; we have had a couple wicked arguments.&amp;nbsp; But those are few &amp;amp; far between &amp;amp; for the most part we tend to resolve our issues through discussion--it may be heated but it is discussed &amp;amp; not hidden to fester into resentment.&amp;nbsp; I also think about the idea of fighting fair--all of the advice columns talk about that--not calling names, belittling during an argument, etc.&amp;nbsp; And the cool thing is that we don't do any of those things.&amp;nbsp; I used to so I'm kinda hyper-aware of that &amp;amp; other bad behaviors from my past.&amp;nbsp; But they seem not to be there.&amp;nbsp; My friends &amp;amp; family remark on how much calmer I am now--I think I am too--Xing Fu makes me feel happy &amp;amp; warm; glowing, if you will--even 2 years out.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, it's not that "head-over-heels" kind of love where I was giddy ALL of the time for about six months (probably more), but a quieter one, a content one.&amp;nbsp; A happy frog one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-7465595564710602984?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7465595564710602984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=7465595564710602984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/7465595564710602984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/7465595564710602984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-years-counting.html' title='2 Years &amp; Counting'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6FshJWfcCMI/Tw4zJJO4fjI/AAAAAAAAAjw/dCvTvdeIwgc/s72-c/rainywindow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-3212847082696610019</id><published>2012-01-04T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T21:47:56.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blending families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing attention'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adjustment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brady Bunch'/><title type='text'>Many Tentacles</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sj-SL5CTe7Y/TwpQ3AZuW4I/AAAAAAAAAjo/yAp8rIvxJQY/s1600/bradybunch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sj-SL5CTe7Y/TwpQ3AZuW4I/AAAAAAAAAjo/yAp8rIvxJQY/s1600/bradybunch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope, not like this!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Blending is difficult--I think mixing is better--"Shaken, not stirred" kinda describes what it is like to smoosh families together.&amp;nbsp; Here we are, two separate formerly intact families with our own histories, ups &amp;amp; downs, trials &amp;amp; tribulations, interactive scripts, etc., &amp;amp; now the shake-up: the two families are expected to blend into a new family unit.&amp;nbsp; HAH!&amp;nbsp; In fact, an article in the&lt;i&gt; New York Times &lt;/i&gt;talks about how truly unrealistic it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"The old, Brady Bunch stepfamily model — the so-called “blended family” — has long been out of favor. Indeed, the term is almost universally loathed by family therapists for the unrealistic expectations it promotes of previously unrelated children blending harmoniously with one another and a new adult, and the disjunction between that rosy vision and the more prickly reality that is stepfamily life." --Penelope Green 11/17/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The article goes on to say that with "blended families", &amp;amp; really any other non-traditional family,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; "there’s not one container for this new, many-tentacled thing called 'a family'.”&amp;nbsp; I concur--and we are learning to make it work daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I spent the second half of my vacay with Xing Fu &amp;amp; his kids more or less living with them &amp;amp; it was certainly a good dress rehearsal for the real thing--except that my kid wasn't there--that will be the &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; test--when all of us are in the house together.&amp;nbsp; I guess that won't really happen until we move but at least the days together were an opportunity to see what it all may be like.&amp;nbsp; Again, coming off the week, Xing Fu remarked that he felt it was a great success &amp;amp; I suppose that it was, for us at least, as he stated.&amp;nbsp; It was certainly far more difficult for his kids--sharing his attention.&amp;nbsp; I think my son is used to sharing my attention by now as he has had to do so longer than Xing Fu's children--for them it is still an adjustment.&amp;nbsp; But it is getting easier I think as the weekends go on &amp;amp; I continue to be a significant part of his weekends with his kids.&amp;nbsp; And I think it is important to continue to do so, so that when the inevitable move occurs, no one will be in a state of shock &amp;amp; awe.&amp;nbsp; We are no Brady Bunch that is for sure--even when, during one of the first times both of our families were together, one of Xing Fu's kids said that it was like the Brady Bunch &amp;amp; now they had a brother!&amp;nbsp; Yeah, we'll see how having a brother goes over when they have to deal with stinky socks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-3212847082696610019?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3212847082696610019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=3212847082696610019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/3212847082696610019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/3212847082696610019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2012/01/many-tentacles.html' title='Many Tentacles'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sj-SL5CTe7Y/TwpQ3AZuW4I/AAAAAAAAAjo/yAp8rIvxJQY/s72-c/bradybunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-4653573177883833205</id><published>2011-12-31T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:09:56.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Visionary Arts Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karma'/><title type='text'>So Long 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X11py3FzfkQ/Tv9ycwjOVJI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Da0Gi68vZXk/s1600/prayerwheels.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Where did 2011 go???&amp;nbsp; It seemed to go by in a flicker &amp;amp; again like 2010, it was a good one--more laughter less tears &amp;amp; all that stuff.&amp;nbsp; And it reconfirms my opinion about Karma.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday, Xing Fu &amp;amp; I took his kids to the American Visionary Arts Museum--awesome museum if you haven't gone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.avam.org/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.avam.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;One of the exhibits was about all things round--which includes karma. Which got me thinking--I used to write quite a bit about karma &amp;amp; ridding myself of my history of negative karma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;especially with men. I have always been very conscious of my past decisions &amp;amp; all the time I was dating the 50 firsts I always wondered when that karmic wheel would turn in my favor. And now, on the precipice of our second year together, I can say that good karma is following me &amp;amp; Xing Fu as we plan our very important next step together.&amp;nbsp; It is at the end of another good year, that I remind myself to give thanks to the universe for all the positive karma that has continued to flow in my direction.&amp;nbsp; It has been a very good year full of great friends, family, &amp;amp; historic moments out on the bay &amp;amp; I'm looking forward to the next chapter in 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I hope everyone has a very happy &amp;amp; safe New Year!&amp;nbsp; See you in 2012!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CB4rPmni2bw/Tv952Og80PI/AAAAAAAAAjg/2O7ffd109yc/s1600/2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CB4rPmni2bw/Tv952Og80PI/AAAAAAAAAjg/2O7ffd109yc/s1600/2012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-4653573177883833205?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4653573177883833205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=4653573177883833205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/4653573177883833205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/4653573177883833205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-long-2011.html' title='So Long 2011'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X11py3FzfkQ/Tv9ycwjOVJI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Da0Gi68vZXk/s72-c/prayerwheels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-8434298774607972826</id><published>2011-12-28T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T15:05:24.126-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blending families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewish Chritmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer horoscope'/><title type='text'>Missed Posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1YiaX1VDacI/Tvt2AWOIlLI/AAAAAAAAAjI/nV9vJDlMpTA/s1600/jewishxmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1YiaX1VDacI/Tvt2AWOIlLI/AAAAAAAAAjI/nV9vJDlMpTA/s400/jewishxmas.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Been crazy-busy the past few days &amp;amp; just haven't had time to post.&amp;nbsp; I suppose that is a good thing.&amp;nbsp; In&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;fact I've missed my annual December 23rd post with the horoscope, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;my annual lunch with Xing Fu, &amp;amp; what happened over Christmas.&amp;nbsp; So instead I am posting today's horoscope:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="width: 500px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: #b05090; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 13pt; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Today's Cancer Horoscope from Cafe Astrology&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 8pt; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;December 28, 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img height="74" src="http://cafeastrology.com/images/crabcancermn.jpg" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-top: 0px;" width="59" /&gt;Interactions with others can be intense today and early tomorrow, dear Cancer, but consider whether you are unwittingly stimulating these reactions in others by denying your own role in power plays or other complicated interplays. You may feel you are the innocent party, but are you instigating without realizing it? Consider all angles because today, the power of projection is strong. It can be all too easy to see in others what you are trying to avoid knowing about yourself. With self-honesty, this can be a strong day for taking a relationship to a new level, and for insight into finances.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Interesting tidbit about insight into finances--I happen to be working on financial aid for my kiddo's school...go figure.&amp;nbsp; The other stuff--not so sure about--as I am sitting here filling out forms &amp;amp; reviewing tax docs there really isn't much interplay with others currently.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But Xing Fu &amp;amp; I did go to lunch on the 23rd &amp;amp; we did take my son to see Tin Tin in 3-D (and no, this doesn't count as dinner &amp;amp; a movie date because we took my son) on Xmas &amp;amp; then we had dinner at a Chinese restaurant--Ah, Jewish Christmas at its very best--And &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;oy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, was it &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;crowded&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;nbsp; Looking back on previous years' posts for these dates, my life certainly has changed and increasingly for the better. So onward we march to the end of 2011--the next few days will be interesting: my kid is visiting with his father until New Year's Eve day, &amp;amp; Xing Fu's kids will be with him (and me) for a few days--hopefully we will have time to again work on blending our families like this past summer when we were at the beach.&amp;nbsp; To that end, we had a very nice dinner on the 23rd with all of the children &amp;amp; did a gift exchange--we both felt that it was a big success.&amp;nbsp; Always a chance to test how all the children are doing with each other &amp;amp; with us as we meld.&amp;nbsp; Check-in for the end of the year: pretty damn good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" style="width: 500px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: #b05090; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 13pt; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 8pt; 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font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-8434298774607972826?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8434298774607972826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=8434298774607972826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8434298774607972826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8434298774607972826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/12/missed-posts.html' title='Missed Posts'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1YiaX1VDacI/Tvt2AWOIlLI/AAAAAAAAAjI/nV9vJDlMpTA/s72-c/jewishxmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-353662143456718801</id><published>2011-12-21T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T18:09:39.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intelligent dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compromise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appropriate behavior'/><title type='text'>Intelligent Dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r5cD6isBPus/TvJl9XnHVwI/AAAAAAAAAiw/BeiEgfkM9FY/s1600/batmanlois.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r5cD6isBPus/TvJl9XnHVwI/AAAAAAAAAiw/BeiEgfkM9FY/s1600/batmanlois.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday a friend of mine posted a link to this article on facebook entitled:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If A Man Wants You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;by Salma Rumman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Such truisms were never said better. In fact the first statement really says it all: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.divinecaroline.com/22065/35337-wants#ixzz1hD2NiCcY" style="color: #003399; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;http://www.divinecaroline.com/22065/35337-wants#ixzz1hD2NiCcY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;How true.&amp;nbsp; I've read that all over the dating advice sites, books like &lt;u&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/u&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;u&gt;Act Like A Lady, Think Like A Man, &lt;/u&gt;&amp;amp; just about any guy friend I quizzed.&amp;nbsp; The advice also applies beyond the man having finally decided that he wants you--it's also how he treats you &amp;amp; how you allow him to treat you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As I looked at these statements &amp;amp; reviewed my dating life before Xing Fu &amp;amp; cringed a bit because I so recognized my behavior.&amp;nbsp; I allowed so many ill-mannered behaviors, but I think as one of my friends said, "Those guys were part of your transition team."&amp;nbsp; Yes, they were--because now I know &amp;amp; expect to be treated with respect &amp;amp; not make the excuses, &amp;amp; concessions for poor behavior.&amp;nbsp; I really hope that my friend who originally posted this article to facebook follows the advice &amp;amp; prepares herself for the great guy I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is out there for her &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;only&lt;/b&gt; her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And, I absolutely agree with the article that dating is fun--it most certainly can be, if you relax &amp;amp; let it. &amp;nbsp; I think I'll label this advice "Intelligent Dating".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I also loved this article for recognizing &amp;amp; reminding me about the great guy I have now--he sometimes infuriates me, confounds &amp;amp; confuses me, but he does seem to encompass most of what I am looking for--almost two years out, in my partner. And as the article states, "Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything you need."&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So not an issue--woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But the best statement for the already committed (heh, committed=crazy?) is&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"You should not be doing all the bending...compromise is a two-way street."&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Compromise, Communication, &amp;amp; Cuddling--the 3 C's.&amp;nbsp; YUP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-353662143456718801?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/353662143456718801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=353662143456718801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/353662143456718801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/353662143456718801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/12/intelligent-dating.html' title='Intelligent Dating'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r5cD6isBPus/TvJl9XnHVwI/AAAAAAAAAiw/BeiEgfkM9FY/s72-c/batmanlois.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-5193302677860732117</id><published>2011-12-12T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:34:50.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helicopter parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entitlement'/><title type='text'>Gold Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1Msh8xplJo/TuaouW0mjJI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/u5_brA0T5Dg/s1600/veruca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1Msh8xplJo/TuaouW0mjJI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/u5_brA0T5Dg/s320/veruca.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Recently I came across an article about kids &amp;amp; their sense of entitlement--I thought it rather a timely concept as the holidays approach &amp;amp; a cacophony of little petulant voices start whining for this toy or that game or that iphone.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I thought I'd work it up into a blog post but just hadn't found the right moment until I heard this story at lunch today &amp;amp; it just knocked my socks off.&amp;nbsp; I reference this article where I first gained my inspiration for this post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://momshomeroom.msn.com/articles/7/31541447" target="_blank"&gt;http://momshomeroom.msn.com/articles/7/31541447&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;One of my co-workers read me an email sent to her husband who is an assistant coach on a travel league.&amp;nbsp; Recently they had their awards dinner &amp;amp; recognition for a good season.&amp;nbsp; Sounds pretty good, right?&amp;nbsp; Kids playing team sports should be recognized for demonstrating good sportsmanship, courage, being a team leader, &amp;amp; most improved player, etc.&amp;nbsp; This isn't handing out gold stars, just basic positive reinforcement--nothing over-the-top.&amp;nbsp; This email basically said that the mom couldn't understand why Johnny, who has been coached by the husband for two years was passed over yet again for an award.&amp;nbsp; She went on to say how much her son deserved the specific award (apparently the most vaunted one) &amp;amp; that this coach was very short-sighted for not seeing what a brilliant player Johnny was &amp;amp; how pissed off she was that he wasn't recognized, even for something small like, "great job this season," publicly. How dare Coach___ for not seeing this.&amp;nbsp; She went on to say that Johnny will never be coached again by this man&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;OMG!!&amp;nbsp; This woman probably didn't read this out loud or to her husband before she pressed the send button &amp;amp; maybe she didn't want to, but if this is her typical behavior where Johnny is concerned, I fear for his future.&amp;nbsp; No wonder Gen Yers are so difficult to work with--they expect to be praised for everything they do, including farting well.&amp;nbsp; And now they are passing this trait onto their children. I'm sure that this mom doesn't realize what she is doing to her boy--by expecting to receive praise at every turn in his life, Johnny will not understand the harsh reality of the future that "Life Really Isn't Fair" sometimes. Ah, the wonders of Helicopter Parents.&amp;nbsp; Hovering so close so as to make sure that Johnny never gets hurt, disappointed, embarrassed, or ever feel sad. ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_79h_bJ9s/TuamahgmQ4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/sJkBgFJ9FRk/s1600/entitlement.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5R_79h_bJ9s/TuamahgmQ4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/sJkBgFJ9FRk/s320/entitlement.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But I have to say that with the onset of Helicopter parenting there is a positive.&amp;nbsp; Believe it or not.&amp;nbsp; When I was a child parents really never considered the kids' feelings about big lifetime changes like divorce.&amp;nbsp; Parents just did what they wanted--move in with a new guy?&amp;nbsp; Ok. Never mind that he was an alcoholic, or hated kids, if mom wanted to live with him, so be it.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, that seems to have come to an end (at least in my circles)--I know that when I was thinking about divorce I very carefully considered my kid's feelings.&amp;nbsp; And when I started dating again?&amp;nbsp; You best believe that he didn't meet the guy until it was fairly serious.&amp;nbsp; And if my son didn't like Xing Fu?&amp;nbsp; Probably a deal-breaker (Glad I don't need to even think about that--they have a great relationship).&amp;nbsp; I think a lot of this parent concern has come from the over-protective trend--sorta the plus side of it--twisted, but it is a positive outcome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yup, this parent behavior just makes me cringe--especially around the holidays--so my statement to this woman?&amp;nbsp; Lady, you are doing your kid a huge disservice.&amp;nbsp; Teach him that when you are successful at your job as an adult, you usually get recognized by the boss by giving you more work.&amp;nbsp; There are no gold stars for farting in the real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-5193302677860732117?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5193302677860732117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=5193302677860732117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/5193302677860732117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/5193302677860732117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/12/gold-stars.html' title='Gold Stars'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1Msh8xplJo/TuaouW0mjJI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/u5_brA0T5Dg/s72-c/veruca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-6628863111824807264</id><published>2011-12-11T20:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:55:52.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frostbite sailing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annapolis Yacht Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J/80'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racing'/><title type='text'>Brrr...Sailing In December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4pRJmxQ-gkg/TuVXnG7nsTI/AAAAAAAAAiA/LY7CUumFZuk/s1600/j80.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4pRJmxQ-gkg/TuVXnG7nsTI/AAAAAAAAAiA/LY7CUumFZuk/s320/j80.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Had an awesome opportunity to sail in the Annapolis Yacht Club's Frostbite series today on a J/80.&amp;nbsp; I had sailed on J/80s before when I did the J-World Spinnaker Racing Course earlier in the summer &amp;amp; I'd forgotten how much fun these little boats are--very much like a dinghy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;on steroids.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I have been very loathe to do frostbite because Xing Fu always talks about how the last time he went out in &lt;b&gt;1988!&lt;/b&gt;, he froze &amp;amp; they had to crack the ice off of the lifelines.&amp;nbsp; So not what I want to do, but when the opportunity arose did I say no?&amp;nbsp; Of COURSE not!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Earlier in the week Xing Fu had sent me an email saying that a friend of his needed crew on his J/80 for this Sunday &amp;amp; did I want to go?&amp;nbsp; So for about a half an hour, while I looked at various weather predictions, decided if I had enough cold weather gear, &amp;amp; generally fretted, I stalled before responding, "Absolutely!&amp;nbsp; Sounds like fun!"&amp;nbsp; And then for the rest of the week worried that I'd freeze my ass off &amp;amp; be stuck out in a cold, wet, rainy day--especially as the temps plummeted &amp;amp; snow was predicted for mid-week. As I pulled out my sailing gear which had been lovingly packed away for what I thought was at least until April, I decided that even if it was pretty hella-cold out there, I was just excited to be back on the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But I couldn't have been more wrong.&amp;nbsp; What an absolutely gorgeous sailing day--mebbe a bit more wind would've been nice, but I ain't complaining too loudly 'cuz it was just great fun, even when we had to spin twice for a collision around the mark (&lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; not our fault), &amp;amp; it was very exciting!&amp;nbsp; There were at least 50 boats out there--a few different fleets, &amp;amp; the J/80 fleet is pretty competitive&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, how'd we do?&amp;nbsp; The first race was our collision race so obviously not as well since we had to take our 720&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; And despite the fact that half the J/80 fleet was late trying to get to the start on time--no motor, we did pretty well--4th&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Last year my last sailing day of the year was in November &amp;amp; this year it may be December--mebbe I can fill in the rest of the months--my pops would be proud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-6628863111824807264?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6628863111824807264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=6628863111824807264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/6628863111824807264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/6628863111824807264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/12/brrrsailing-in-december.html' title='Brrr...Sailing In December'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4pRJmxQ-gkg/TuVXnG7nsTI/AAAAAAAAAiA/LY7CUumFZuk/s72-c/j80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Annapolis, MD, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>38.9784453 -76.4921829</georss:point><georss:box>38.9290703 -76.5711469 39.027820299999995 -76.4132189</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-8133710301251497240</id><published>2011-12-07T15:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T17:57:26.563-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage dissatisfaction'/><title type='text'>The Slings and Arrows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TPNoLfVCbgE/Tt_uvytwqLI/AAAAAAAAAh4/X9c_N7cqHMc/s1600/holdinghands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TPNoLfVCbgE/Tt_uvytwqLI/AAAAAAAAAh4/X9c_N7cqHMc/s1600/holdinghands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Wow.&amp;nbsp; I feel beaten up.&amp;nbsp; The other day I was reading a little blurb somewhere on the 'net about divorce.&amp;nbsp; I think it was a statement like, "Remember to take care of your spouse &amp;amp; help them to remember to take care of you.&amp;nbsp; I lost sight of that early on in my marriage."&amp;nbsp; That statement is full of regret &amp;amp; loss &amp;amp; it makes me think as I often look at some aspect of divorce (prolly because I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; divorced)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp; reflect back on my own &amp;amp; wonder, still, to this day, whether I should have worked harder to make the marriage last.&amp;nbsp; (I invariably come to the conclusion that no, I most definitely did the right thing by divorcing my ex.)&amp;nbsp; But as I reviewed this idea I was really struck--Does having children cause divorce or increase the likelihood of beginning the process of divorce? And, as I've looked around the WWW, it seems that there is a definite correlation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You know, there are so many studies out there about the effects of divorce on the kiddos but it's kinda a new thought about the kids' effect on the marriage... Many researchers attribute the trend of unhappy marriages after children to the type of society we've become--the need instant gratification &amp;amp; if we can't make it work we get out without trying to put the real effort into the relationship.&amp;nbsp; Committed relationships take &lt;b&gt;WORK&lt;/b&gt;!!&amp;nbsp; Or, women don't need to be married anymore--roles have changed &amp;amp; women can very easily take care of themselves without benefit of a man, or marriage expectations have changed as people are waiting to find their one true love.&amp;nbsp; (I certainly can relate to that)&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In fact, people are entering into marriage with the expectation that this man or woman will be their everything&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;lover, confidante, BFF, exercise partner, etc., etc.&amp;nbsp; So, with all that energy being put into the relationship with that one soul mate &amp;amp; all of a sudden a new critter is bawling its eyes out wanting its diaper changed, it's no wonder that that kind of relationship gets a little fragmented especially if one or both parents really wasn't ready to be a parent in the first place.&amp;nbsp; See this great article by Vicki Glembocki in &lt;i&gt;Philly Mag&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phillymag.com/arts_events/articles/do_kids_cause_divorce/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.phillymag.com/arts_events/articles/do_kids_cause_divorce/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And, according to the research, marital satisfaction drops a whopping &lt;b&gt;70%&lt;/b&gt; after the kids are born!&amp;nbsp; YIKES!&amp;nbsp; But I believe it &amp;amp; we change after the kids are born (at least some of us do...).&amp;nbsp; I had to grow up &amp;amp; actually become responsible--go figure!&amp;nbsp; Dr. Mark Goulston asked his couples therapy clients what they were like before marriage &amp;amp; here was the response: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"most will say that it was happier.&amp;nbsp;They were more carefree, playful, happy and most importantly&amp;nbsp;and poignantly they remember putting a smile on each others' face.&amp;nbsp; Very quickly they will catch themselves and say something like: 'Now don't get me wrong, we love our children, but we did get along better before we had kids.'"&lt;/b&gt; Reference: &lt;a href="http://www.divorce360.com/divorce-articles/causes-of-divorce/general/getting-through-to-anybody-can-children-cause-divorce.aspx?artid=1353" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.divorce360.com/divorce-articles/causes-of-divorce/general/getting-through-to-anybody-can-children-cause-divorce.aspx?artid=1353&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Now don't go thinking that children cause divorce--I think what studies have shown is that if the marriage is a little rocky to start, adding kids may send it over the edge--or if the couple doesn't take stock of the situation early enough &amp;amp; seek to fix it then perhaps that relationship may not last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So what do I take from this?&amp;nbsp; Because, am I a hypocrite spouting this nonsense after the fact, as both Xing Fu &amp;amp; I have played the divorce dance?&amp;nbsp; No, I am learning from my mistakes.&amp;nbsp; Being in a LTR &amp;amp; planning for the long haul I will re-state what brought me to write this post in the first place: Take care of your SO, and he/she will take care of you.&amp;nbsp; Don't lose sight of this connection when the slings &amp;amp; arrows of life muddy the waters so much that you forget why you were together in the first place.&amp;nbsp; Love each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-8133710301251497240?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8133710301251497240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=8133710301251497240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8133710301251497240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8133710301251497240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/12/slings-and-arrows.html' title='The Slings and Arrows'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TPNoLfVCbgE/Tt_uvytwqLI/AAAAAAAAAh4/X9c_N7cqHMc/s72-c/holdinghands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-7453906849731076499</id><published>2011-12-06T15:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:19:22.510-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatherhood effects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LTR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsibility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship trends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Relationship Trends 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7yfNv4Q0is/Tt7aRrx9fJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/zWOnppK3Pew/s1600/marriageold.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7yfNv4Q0is/Tt7aRrx9fJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/zWOnppK3Pew/s320/marriageold.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So this time last year I wrote about trending break up days--apparently December 3rd-6th are big ones for those non-committers out there.&amp;nbsp; You know who you are--too cheap to buy a present which reads "LTR" all over it, too shallow too handle the parties where you have to introduce this person as your "girlfriend" or "boyfriend".&amp;nbsp; Yup, been there, done that.&amp;nbsp; So hurry up--if it's gonna happen, now's the week to do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I read a little meme on on MSN-glo about the relationship trends of 2011 by Natasha Burton.&amp;nbsp; See here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://glo.msn.com/relationships/relationship-trends-from-2011-7643.gallery" target="_blank"&gt;http://glo.msn.com/relationships/relationship-trends-from-2011-7643.gallery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In particular I was reading that the trend for marriages is way down for the first time in America.&amp;nbsp; People are either waiting longer to wed or just deciding that marriage just isn't in the cards for them.&amp;nbsp; According to the glo article: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"...the formality of marriage appears to be taking a backseat to simply creating a happy, stable relationship."&amp;nbsp; Interesting for me to read as a lot of people ask me whether or not Xing Fu &amp;amp; I will tie that knot.&amp;nbsp; Well, I think both of us would say, "Been there, done that" &amp;amp; that we follow the trend of "creating that happy, stable relationship."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Further findings have been the effects of fatherhood.&amp;nbsp; In fact scientists have found this year how much becoming a father does change the man.&amp;nbsp; Funny, when my ex &amp;amp; I had my kid, I really didn't see too much change--he was just as irresponsible as he was before kid.&amp;nbsp; One of the qualities that draws me to Xing Fu is his responsibility to his children &amp;amp; just how great a father he is. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The other interesting "trends" are lower divorce rates but increased use of cheating sites like AshleyMadison--so because of the economic downturn more folk are staying together but then more folk are looking for satisfaction outside of their marriages to compensate for their lack of marital bliss.&amp;nbsp; I get it, in fact one of my old "beaus" has in fact decided that he can't afford to divorce &amp;amp; he &amp;amp; his wife are co-habitating.&amp;nbsp; And perhaps all of these unhappily marrieds are sexting their hook-ups--yes, another trend that has seen an uptick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As 2011 moves into the history books remember the last trend: that if you missed getting married on 11-11-11, you can become the new trend for 12-12-12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-7453906849731076499?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7453906849731076499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=7453906849731076499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/7453906849731076499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/7453906849731076499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/12/relationship-trends-2011.html' title='Relationship Trends 2011'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7yfNv4Q0is/Tt7aRrx9fJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/zWOnppK3Pew/s72-c/marriageold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-8129836377715875670</id><published>2011-12-01T21:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T21:24:41.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arguments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compromise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alisa Bowman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project: Happily Ever After'/><title type='text'>Relationship Checklist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVvq8R4PmF4/Ttwqp-NUYmI/AAAAAAAAAhg/sMA76_MtX3M/s1600/everafter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVvq8R4PmF4/Ttwqp-NUYmI/AAAAAAAAAhg/sMA76_MtX3M/s1600/everafter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;One of the blogs that I follow is written by Alisa Bowman entitled: Project Happily Ever After&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Here's the link to the post that I'm referencing:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.projecthappilyeverafter.com/2011/12/what-happily-married-people-know/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+ProjectHappilyEverAfter+%28Project%3A+Happily+Ever+After%29" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.projecthappilyeverafter.com/2011/12/what-happily-married-people-know/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+ProjectHappilyEverAfter+%28Project%3A+Happily+Ever+After%29&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;She's written a book with the same title that I've read.&amp;nbsp; Today's post I've found quite applicable to my current thread here.&amp;nbsp; Even a bit of the 3 Cs--compromise too.&amp;nbsp; It is about happily married folk but in all honestly as I've said previously--it is just as important for LTRs too. I really like the list that she provides &amp;amp; much of it rings quite true. One part of the list talks about accepting defeat.&amp;nbsp; Being able to say, "Ok, you win this one."&amp;nbsp; Not necessarily out loud but being able to back down is important--a compromise of sorts if you will.&amp;nbsp; Along with that is what Bowman says about being able to say "I'm sorry."&amp;nbsp; She says it is easier &amp;amp; more gratifying to say sorry than to defend your actions.&amp;nbsp; I've even said to Xing Fu that if he simple says I'm sorry, chances are that I'll let a lot of what was bothering me go--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Realizing of course that there will be arguments--how you deal with them is key--in fact I think that arguing shows a healthy relationship--not ever arguing indicates that one or both people aren't vested anymore--that the passion is gone. If you spend your life in a house where you never talk to one another--watch out!&amp;nbsp; If you get to a point where it is better to just ignore your problems &amp;amp; hope that they fade, then that's where resentments build up--I'm the opposite--I tend to deal with issues right away--I hate having things drag--I want it done &amp;amp; over with so I can move on.&amp;nbsp; I was the exact opposite when I was married so perhaps I've learned from my mistakes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, we both have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-8129836377715875670?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8129836377715875670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=8129836377715875670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8129836377715875670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8129836377715875670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/12/relationship-checklist.html' title='Relationship Checklist'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVvq8R4PmF4/Ttwqp-NUYmI/AAAAAAAAAhg/sMA76_MtX3M/s72-c/everafter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-2338248170340101753</id><published>2011-11-30T16:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T18:26:03.580-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The New Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arguments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compromise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reconciliation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuddling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>The Three Cs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WS5roiFE4OI/TtayfNBFCLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/65h_-xyAX1c/s1600/arguecouple2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WS5roiFE4OI/TtayfNBFCLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/65h_-xyAX1c/s1600/arguecouple2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;"The three Cs: compromise, communication, and cuddling! If something seems to be wrong, it's usually because one of these things is missing." -Kim &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Cosmopolitan&lt;/i&gt; Online)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Wow!&amp;nbsp; I so agree with that statement as simple as it is.&amp;nbsp; A couple fractious days in relationshipland.&amp;nbsp; And although we don't always get along as well as we'd like, I always think that at the end of the misunderstanding, miscommunication, or mis-something we are able to learn a little more about one another.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yup, we had a bit of a disagreement &amp;amp; as always it had to do with time and waiting--reference to the post just before this one.&amp;nbsp; And I think in some ways all three of the above Cs were missing which is why we argued in the first place.&amp;nbsp; For me, sometimes the only thing that my BF needs to do when we've been at it is to simply say that he's sorry &amp;amp; give me a hug &amp;amp; believe it or not, all of my vitriol, etc., will quite possibly just, dissolve....even if he's sorry for just a small part of the issue--like sorry for just the act of getting into the argument in the first place, that small gesture will move the situation miles forward.&amp;nbsp; When that happens, I don't need to win, I just know that I've been heard &amp;amp; that is most important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Another piece of this relationship stuff is growing familiarity--everyone knows the hackneyed phrase, "You always hurt the ones you love." 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line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your friends have known you forway too long. They’ve got too much on ya’.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want friends who still lie tome because they don’t want to hurt my feelings.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I sadly kind of mean that.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Familiarity brings verity...when a relationship is new, one is on one's best behavior--now things are different.&amp;nbsp; But unlike Nick, I'd rather hear the truth &amp;amp; work through it because who wants to cruise through life with only superficial friends?&amp;nbsp; I hope that when we have disagreements that the resolution brings about a deeper understanding--as well as the three Cs.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I haven't really touched on the compromise thing yet...but I will--that's a big one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-2338248170340101753?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2338248170340101753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=2338248170340101753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/2338248170340101753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/2338248170340101753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/11/three-cs.html' title='The Three Cs'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WS5roiFE4OI/TtayfNBFCLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/65h_-xyAX1c/s72-c/arguecouple2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-1313155691683842634</id><published>2011-11-28T19:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:18:51.242-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impatience. Eugenides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barthes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbCGEWhz33c/TtRIN1O5HTI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/iqzJnj-Lyrk/s1600/hugcartoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbCGEWhz33c/TtRIN1O5HTI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/iqzJnj-Lyrk/s1600/hugcartoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I am currently reading &lt;i&gt;The Marriage Plot&lt;/i&gt; by Jeffrey Eugenides (really liking it thus far, btw) &amp;amp; have been fascinated by his use of Roland Barthes' &lt;i&gt;A Lover's Discourse&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Fragments &lt;/i&gt;in the novel.&amp;nbsp; I am struck by Barthes' analysis of love--his descriptions of the feelings one may have as he/she falls in, out, develops unrequited love, desire, &amp;amp; passion.&amp;nbsp; Many feelings he writes about are echoed by all of us--I challenge anyone not to agree.&amp;nbsp; Interestingly, it is one part that Eugenides excerpts that struck me quite viscerally.&amp;nbsp; It was about waiting.&amp;nbsp; I HATE to wait for anything.&amp;nbsp; I am extremely impatient (strangely though, when I was teaching very emotionally disabled kids, I was the utmost in patient--people would comment on that in fact)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, when I have to wait for Xing Fu, which I often end up doing, I get anxious &amp;amp; agitated.&amp;nbsp; Some of the exact descriptions that Barthes has indicated.&amp;nbsp; Following is a piece from that "fragment" on waiting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Waiting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;attente/ waiting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tumult of anxiety provoked by waiting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for the beloved being,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;subject to trivial delays (rendevous, let-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ters, telephone calls, returns).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;...Waiting is enchantment: I have re-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;ceived &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;orders not to move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I am stuck in a holding pattern--I cannot go forward &amp;amp; therefore it feels like my spirit is squelched in some way--maybe it means giving up control &amp;amp; all the anxiety that goes with that.&amp;nbsp; It is exquisitely painful for me.&amp;nbsp; And why am I always the one who waits?&amp;nbsp; What's up with that?&amp;nbsp; Is it that way for most of us--that there's always one who waits for the other?&amp;nbsp; Which brings me to another quote from Barthes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The necessity for this book is to be found&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in the following consideration: that the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;lover's discourse is today of an extreme solitude.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, Barthes is correct, these feelings that one has usually occur in solitude; in our minds &amp;amp; nowhere else.&amp;nbsp; The absence of a lover, love, unrequited love, etc.--historically, writings about love are all about that.&amp;nbsp; The waiting (for something to happen or to see the person, e.g.). God, I hate to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-1313155691683842634?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1313155691683842634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=1313155691683842634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/1313155691683842634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/1313155691683842634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/11/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbCGEWhz33c/TtRIN1O5HTI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/iqzJnj-Lyrk/s72-c/hugcartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-214255240525477369</id><published>2011-11-25T07:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T08:25:12.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over-the-top'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superficial behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special one-to-one time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumerist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F3BX5sctkno/Ts-Rrl59WwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/u7ctO5pM4V4/s1600/black+friday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F3BX5sctkno/Ts-Rrl59WwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/u7ctO5pM4V4/s400/black+friday.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;After another very nice Thanksgiving meal with my family, including my little sister, in from Chi-town, I wake this Friday morning being blasted about the head &amp;amp; neck about Black Friday.&amp;nbsp; Let me just state for the record that I DO NOT DO Black Friday.&amp;nbsp; I am not up at 2 o'clock in the morning like my co-worker, camping out at Walmart with her hubby hoping to get the latest cheap-o laptop/net book, nor am I hanging around Old Navy hoping to grab that elusive pair of special jeans that are only available between this 2-minute long, deep-discount, special, door-buster, Black Friday monogrammed time.&amp;nbsp; Let me state unequivocally that I really HATE Black Friday--it just makes me cringe.&amp;nbsp; All that Black Friday serves to do is remind me that after we have all given thanks for the wonderful things that we have in front of us: family, friends, etc., off we go re-affirming that we are a superficial, consumerist society grabbing as many new, shiny, electronic, Kaye jewelery encrusted gadgets that we can before the highly commercialized, now-meaningless all-consuming BIG-ASSED holiday is upon us in a month's time (especially since all of these lovely stores began decorating for X-mas even before Halloween 2011 was a memory).&amp;nbsp; OK, yeah, I'm sounding a little shrewish but you know, when did we turn what was supposed to be an extra day of family football &amp;amp; turkey leftover time into the biggest crazed-induced consumerist holiday?&amp;nbsp; I guess we need to extend the Black Friday holiday to "Small Business Saturday" &amp;amp; "Cyber Monday" too. You can accuse me of being a "Bah! Humbug!" scrooge if you'd like &amp;amp; I'll agree with you. But I really wish that people would pause in the action to think that this behavior just re-affirms what a lot of OWS is all about--paying more money to the corporate bigwigs.&amp;nbsp; I'm just saying.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This post is also inspired by my sister's blog post about her friend "Ivy" who is being made to work the overnight shift at one of the bigwig corporate stores on Black Friday...she points out that we should thank these folks who are working these shifts--think of them &amp;amp; the sacrifice that they make--I agree.&amp;nbsp; Pause for a moment in your feeding frenzy to thank them, smile &amp;amp; be nice even if that last jewel-encrusted gadget you just reached for was snatched out of your hand by the grandma across the sale table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;What am I doing this Black Friday you ask?&amp;nbsp; Well, I am hanging with my lil' sis--we rarely have time together JUST us so we plan to have lunch together &amp;amp; do what we'd do together regardless of the date--go shopping at small boutiques.&amp;nbsp; I guess in one sense the fact that it is Black Friday will garner better deals then normally offered at these stores but that is coincidence. Black Friday is secondary to being with my sister &amp;amp; doing what we'd do anyway.&amp;nbsp; I'm just hugely thankful to have that one-to-one time together--isn't that what Thanksgiving is all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-214255240525477369?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/214255240525477369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=214255240525477369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/214255240525477369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/214255240525477369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F3BX5sctkno/Ts-Rrl59WwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/u7ctO5pM4V4/s72-c/black+friday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-727093013174011809</id><published>2011-11-16T18:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T19:19:38.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Therese of Lisieux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gretchen Rubin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hugging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kissing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Housekeeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Prove It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vN6NWDn7xA/TsRS5qiz-aI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Zprob5WjSNo/s1600/hugowar1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vN6NWDn7xA/TsRS5qiz-aI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Zprob5WjSNo/s1600/hugowar1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;by Shel Silverstein&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's scary that Thanksgiving is so near--seems like yesterday I was hiking out during a windward leg of the Screwpile Regatta.&amp;nbsp; Sigh....I think this weekend may be the last sail of the season.&amp;nbsp; As we talk about all of the things that we are grateful for &amp;amp; give our thanks for family, friends, etc.,&amp;nbsp; during the season, I think this little piece of advice fits right in. I keep coming across things in my travels that strike me as important &amp;amp; good ideas to try.&amp;nbsp; Xing Fu is a good sport because I keep trotting out activities &amp;amp; he very willingly jumps right in.&amp;nbsp; I haven't run this one by him yet, but I think he'll give it a go.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, I was reading &lt;i&gt;Good Housekeeping&lt;/i&gt; (I know, I know, &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;??&amp;nbsp; Good Housekeeping???),&amp;nbsp; and inside there is a monthly advice column called "The Happiness Project" by Gretchen Rubin.&amp;nbsp; It's all about finding your happiness--through various thoughts, actions, with yourself, family, etc.&amp;nbsp; I usually find a few good tidbits in it--in fact, may have written something from it before, but I was struck by this one.&amp;nbsp; Her happiness thought for December is:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hug more, kiss more, touch more.&amp;nbsp; These actions take no extra time, energy, or money, but they make a big difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.goodhousekeeping.com/health/wellness/hugs-and-kisses" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.goodhousekeeping.com/health/wellness/hugs-and-kisses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;She goes on to include this advice for greeting family warmly when they come home or making sure to bid farewell also.&amp;nbsp; This builds connectedness, creates feelings of worth &amp;amp; meaning, &amp;amp; shows that family members are cherished.&amp;nbsp; I like this &amp;amp; I want to try it.&amp;nbsp; But also I like what she says about her "spiritual master" St. Therese of Lisieux.&amp;nbsp; St. Therese said, "It isn't enough to love; we must prove it."&amp;nbsp; We often forget to &lt;i&gt;show&lt;/i&gt; the people we love that we love them.&amp;nbsp; Saying "I love you" is nice to be sure, but hugging, touching, going out of our way to welcome someone home is a simple way to prove love.&amp;nbsp; According to Gretchen Rubin these are "proofs of love."&amp;nbsp; I couldn't agree more.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In fact, I often write about the little things--here's another one that I hope becomes a big habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-727093013174011809?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/727093013174011809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=727093013174011809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/727093013174011809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/727093013174011809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/11/prove-it.html' title='Prove It!'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vN6NWDn7xA/TsRS5qiz-aI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Zprob5WjSNo/s72-c/hugowar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-6395647690602077199</id><published>2011-11-14T16:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:43:04.146-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alisa Bowman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cracked.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intimacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acceptance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project: Happily Ever After'/><title type='text'>Warts &amp; All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJXITN7AeXs/TsLb1aD4hRI/AAAAAAAAAgw/7vepN5FznBE/s1600/wartsall2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJXITN7AeXs/TsLb1aD4hRI/AAAAAAAAAgw/7vepN5FznBE/s1600/wartsall2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I was reading a Cracked.com (go figure) article about the "4 Kinds of People (And What You Can Learn From Them) by Gladstone &amp;amp; was struck by a saying that he says has been out there for a while.&amp;nbsp; I must be naive 'cuz I've never heard this before:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are four kinds of people in this world: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;people who like you for the wrong reasons; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;people who like you for the right reasons; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;people who dislike you for the wrong reasons; and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;people who dislike you for the right reasons. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it's only the last group you need to worry about.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border: currentColor; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more:  &lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/blog/the-4-kinds-people-and-what-you-can-learn-from-them/#ixzz1didYcYts" style="color: #003399;"&gt;The 4 Kinds of People (And What You Can Learn From Them) | Cracked.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/blog/the-4-kinds-people-and-what-you-can-learn-from-them/#ixzz1didYcYts" style="color: #003399;"&gt;http://www.cracked.com/blog/the-4-kinds-people-and-what-you-can-learn-from-them/#ixzz1didYcYts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border: currentColor; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border: currentColor; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; border: currentColor; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ok, I'll buy that &amp;amp; it is the last group that I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; worry about to be sure, because it's all about doing better in life &amp;amp; working on your faults. But I'm also reading a book by Alisa Bowman entitled &lt;u&gt;Project: Happily Ever After&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;which examines her road to fixing her marriage &amp;amp; how we all can do better with our SOs, hubbies, BFs, etc., &amp;amp; came across a point about allowing those we love to really &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; us.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;She found the following statement from &lt;i&gt;The Seven Levels of Intimacy&lt;/i&gt; by Matthew Kelly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;"We are afraid that if people really&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;knew us they wouldn't love us...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And although we are afraid to reveal &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ourselves because of the possibility of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;rejection, it is only by revealing our-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;selves that we will ever open the possi-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bility of truly&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;being loved."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;That statement is huge--the trust involved in allowing that level of intimacy can be exceedingly difficult to achieve--especially if you've been burned before--as we all have, but in particular having gone through a separation &amp;amp; a divorce.&amp;nbsp; The sense of thinking that you've allowed someone to know you &amp;amp; perhaps rejecting them or their rejection of you &amp;amp; then allowing someone in that close again is scary.&amp;nbsp; It takes a lot to allow the one person you hold closest (besides your children) to see what you often hide from yourself &amp;amp; allow them access.&amp;nbsp; It's saying "Here are the reasons that some folk don't like me, but because I trust you &amp;amp; hope that you'll help me to become a better person, I'm going to allow you access to my ugly."&amp;nbsp; And hope that they still love you &amp;amp; want to be with you.&amp;nbsp; It's hard to do &amp;amp; doing it makes one vulnerable--but I think one of the ultimate gestures of love is opening yourself up to do just that.&amp;nbsp; Because one of the reasons I chose you to become so close to me is that I believe that you &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; help me to overcome the bad qualities &amp;amp; become a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-6395647690602077199?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6395647690602077199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=6395647690602077199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/6395647690602077199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/6395647690602077199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/11/warts-all.html' title='Warts &amp; All'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJXITN7AeXs/TsLb1aD4hRI/AAAAAAAAAgw/7vepN5FznBE/s72-c/wartsall2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-9016924022215918153</id><published>2011-11-11T15:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T16:31:24.236-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='synchronicity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palindromes.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='binary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11.11.11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rufus Wainwright'/><title type='text'>11.11.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVuMhUrcaJ8/Tr2TE6eccvI/AAAAAAAAAgo/V82ndVpHOJ0/s1600/11-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVuMhUrcaJ8/Tr2TE6eccvI/AAAAAAAAAgo/V82ndVpHOJ0/s1600/11-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But I was alive &lt;br /&gt;And kicking through this cruel world &lt;br /&gt;Holding a notion of you at 11:11 &lt;br /&gt;Tell me what else can I do &lt;br /&gt;What else can I do?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;--Rufus Wainwright "11:11" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, me &amp;amp; everybody else.&amp;nbsp; But it's a cool thought--the palindrome of it, the binary, the prime number, the auspicious meanings...not even 12.12.12 is as cool.&amp;nbsp; And, if you wanted to have a kid on 11.11.11, you would have had to conceive on 2.14.11--Valentine's Day!&amp;nbsp; I've looked through a few websites about the significance of 11.11.11 &amp;amp; I came across this one by Nina Amir.&amp;nbsp; I like it: &lt;a href="http://purespiritcreations.com/wordpress/2011/11/11/the-meaning-of-11-11-11/" target="_blank"&gt;http://purespiritcreations.com/wordpress/2011/11/11/the-meaning-of-11-11-11/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Geller says 11:11 is a positive sign whenever we see it–on a clock radio, a hotel door, the odometer of your car, the columns in front of your house. See today’s date as just that–a positive sign that it’s time to wake up. Have you been sleeping, sleep walking through life? Just becoming more awake will change your perspective, your consciousness. That’s also worth considering at least for 11 seconds at exactly 11:11 a.m. on 11-11-11 and again at 11:11 p.m. on 11-11-11. Don’t you think?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not surprisingly, from a Kabbalistic standpoint, the numerology of today’s date also points to the beginning of the new age: the arrival of the World to Come or Heaven on Earth. If you add up all those ones (1+1+1+1+1+1), you come up with the number 6. Six equates to &lt;em&gt;Tiferet&lt;/em&gt; on the tree of life. &lt;em&gt;Tiferet&lt;/em&gt; is the domain of beauty, harmony, artistry, gracefulness, synergy, peace, blessing, and balance.&amp;nbsp; It can be best described as many voices blending together in beautiful harmony; it’s the opposite of discord. Sounds a bit like peace on earth, no? A bit like heaven?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I like this in particular as it references Judaism a bit.&amp;nbsp; But 11:11 has personal meaning as well.&amp;nbsp; Xing Fu once told me that as a teen he &amp;amp; a group of his friends would be out driving around near his home in Texas &amp;amp; one kid had an 11:30 curfew.&amp;nbsp; At 11:11 they'd have to stop &amp;amp; begin driving him home.&amp;nbsp; They'd always say, "It's 11:11.&amp;nbsp; Time to take N___ home."&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;So now, we often pause at 11:11 and say that.&amp;nbsp; Goofy, yeah, to be sure.&amp;nbsp; But it is 11:11 &amp;amp; synchronicity seems to be in the air for all of our collective consciousnesses. Everyone, if you haven't done so already, make a wish at 11:11 PM on 11.11.11.&amp;nbsp; You will be glad that you did.&amp;nbsp; Oh, &amp;amp; while you're at it--go hug a Veteran--it's their day too--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-9016924022215918153?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/9016924022215918153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=9016924022215918153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/9016924022215918153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/9016924022215918153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111.html' title='11.11.11'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVuMhUrcaJ8/Tr2TE6eccvI/AAAAAAAAAgo/V82ndVpHOJ0/s72-c/11-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-8095019634539136312</id><published>2011-11-09T16:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:19:55.673-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catch the Wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donovan'/><title type='text'>Catch The Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Heard this last night on &lt;b&gt;Parenthood&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; was entranced--I know I've heard it many, many times before but for some reason it spoke to me last night in particular.&amp;nbsp; Great show by the way if you haven't watched it--I highly recommend &amp;amp; the music is usually top notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9fO0EAprmQ/TrruWjOQKKI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Y0uAoUe-riU/s1600/catchwind.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9fO0EAprmQ/TrruWjOQKKI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Y0uAoUe-riU/s1600/catchwind.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In the chilly hours and minutes&lt;br /&gt;            Of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;            I want to be&lt;br /&gt;            In the warm hold of your loving mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;To feel you all around me&lt;br /&gt;            And to take your hand&lt;br /&gt;            Along the sand&lt;br /&gt;            Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;            When sundown pales the sky&lt;br /&gt;            I want to hide a while&lt;br /&gt;            Behind your smile&lt;br /&gt;            And everywhere I'd look, your eyes I'd find&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;            For me to love you now&lt;br /&gt;            Would be the sweetest thing&lt;br /&gt;            It would make me sing&lt;br /&gt;            Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;            When rain has hung the leaves with tears&lt;br /&gt;            I want you near&lt;br /&gt;            To kill my fears&lt;br /&gt;            To help me to leave all my blues behind&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;            Standing in your heart&lt;br /&gt;            Is where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;            And long to be&lt;br /&gt;            Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;          Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;by Donovan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="1" src="http://donovan-unofficial.com/common_files/transparent.png" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-8095019634539136312?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8095019634539136312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=8095019634539136312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8095019634539136312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8095019634539136312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/11/catch-wind.html' title='Catch The Wind'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9fO0EAprmQ/TrruWjOQKKI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Y0uAoUe-riU/s72-c/catchwind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-8941003539830276757</id><published>2011-11-08T09:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T09:26:19.035-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Music Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baggage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Rock Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-53KASfeBsuY/Trk2iHXiQwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/_kIxPzotA9o/s1600/musicman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-53KASfeBsuY/Trk2iHXiQwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/_kIxPzotA9o/s1600/musicman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Gone, gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;     Gone with the hogshead cask and demijohn, gone with the sugar barrel, pickle barrel, milk pan, gone with the tub and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;the pail and the fierce"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;--"Rock Island"&lt;/i&gt; from &lt;b&gt;The Music Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, I wish this house thang would move more quickly--I must admit though, with Merryfish's dedication, the main floor of this house is actually coming together.&amp;nbsp; It looks like a hotel--so many of the things&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;that I valued at one point I've let go or packed away.&amp;nbsp; To quote The Music Man, "Gone, gone."&amp;nbsp; Mixed blessing to be sure--Xing Fu &amp;amp; others have commented that it must be nice to have room (especially in the kitchen) to do things--that one can breathe easier with all the stuff gone--I do admit in some ways it is nice but in others, well, I &lt;i&gt;liked&lt;/i&gt; my stuff...But Merryfish pointed out that many of those things were from a different life (why do I feel like I'm a blushing bride moving out of her folks' home?)&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; I'm getting ready to embark on a new one--time to let the baggage go. So gone are the Spongebob, head, &amp;amp; fake flower frond. Gone with the candles, &amp;amp; vases, &amp;amp; potpourri....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yup, got The Music Man on the brain--my son is in this musical--so funny 'cuz I was in it too about 26 years ago.&amp;nbsp; It was very thrilling to see my kid on stage--Xing Fu, one of his kids, &amp;amp; I went to see the production--I thought it to be quite well done for a high school staging--the 2 leads had good voices.&amp;nbsp; And, even the barbershop quartet kept in tune.&amp;nbsp; The music is difficult in that musical--my hat goes off to the cast &amp;amp; crew.&amp;nbsp; My kid has 3 more performances &amp;amp; then he's decided to take on Shakespeare's &lt;u&gt;Twelfth Night&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Auditions are 3 days after the close of The Music Man.&amp;nbsp; I figure, since his grades are good, if he wants to try his hand at it, so be it--a great experience for him if he makes it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ok, time to close--got to go into work to sell baked goods for 2 hours during the city elections...nice to have a day off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-8941003539830276757?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8941003539830276757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=8941003539830276757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8941003539830276757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8941003539830276757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/11/gone-gone-gone-with-hogshead-cask-and.html' title='Rock Island'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-53KASfeBsuY/Trk2iHXiQwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/_kIxPzotA9o/s72-c/musicman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-1466362447590048470</id><published>2011-11-01T20:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:21:59.194-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloud Gate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Aviary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Oops! Missed Blogoversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3CpHJuOK_Y/TrCAxShmIzI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0n6DwFlhHPo/s1600/Chicagoskyline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3CpHJuOK_Y/TrCAxShmIzI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0n6DwFlhHPo/s320/Chicagoskyline.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chicago Skyline&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JqFc8B53yoQ/TrCA5m2K2XI/AAAAAAAAAew/q5WENQT36Ao/s1600/morebean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JqFc8B53yoQ/TrCA5m2K2XI/AAAAAAAAAew/q5WENQT36Ao/s320/morebean.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The "Bean" or Cloud Gate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Don't know where to start--it was a crazy, fun weekend in Chicago with my sis &amp;amp; her family--Yup, missed my blogoversary--was gonna write from my sister's house but I just never found the time--good.&amp;nbsp; So I'll just celebrate after the fact &amp;amp; show why I just couldn't get behind the 'puter until now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;From walking around the Loop to Millenium Park &amp;amp; geocaching at the Cloud Gate to a somewhat chilly boat tour of the Chicago River to Lake Michigan--it was jam-packed!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Even more was a great time spent with my sister, her husband, &amp;amp; my niece.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Saturday it was time to explore the city--Xing Fu &amp;amp; I booked a boat tour &amp;amp; had a couple hours to kill before it so we took a walk over to Millenium Park &amp;amp; spent a good bit of time playing with the bean or Cloud Gate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We even geocached there--a virtual geocache where we had to take our pictures reflected in the bean &amp;amp; post on the web site--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Next, off to our boat tour--a bit nippy 'cuz it is the tail-end of October--looked at the cool architecture of the city, learned about how an engineering feat created the Chicago River to flow backwards &amp;amp; keep Lake Michigan clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And then, walking over to meet my sis &amp;amp; BIL for dinner at a very yummy Frontera Grill.&amp;nbsp; The Mole--OMG, the mole....I can only hope that the next time I decide to make mole that I can even get that close...and then...we drive over to The Aviary.&amp;nbsp; I so wish that there was something like it here, but no such luck--Molecular Gastronomy for your drinks!&amp;nbsp; First we were invited downstairs to the very selective Office--you get your own key to open the door--the vibe inside was distinctively speakeasy--dark corners &amp;amp; heavy furniture.&amp;nbsp; We watched the bartender (you really can't call him that--more like a drink artist--REALLY!) mix our drinks--mine had infusions of herbs &amp;amp; spices with a tonka bean as a swizzle stick.&amp;nbsp; The ice was a chipped ice ball--beautifully reflecting the drink around it--so cool.&amp;nbsp; Upstairs in The Aviary, I had a drink called the Oolong--infusions again but it happens as pear brandy is heated &amp;amp; forced up a tube to swirl around with all kinds of herbs &amp;amp; fruit--served in a mini tea cup--steaming...so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sunday was no less busy--slept in &amp;amp; then went to the Bongo Room for brunch--great stuff there too--we kicked around my sister's old neighborhood Buck Town &amp;amp; also Wicker Park--spent some time hanging with my niece--I think she was far more entertained by Xing Fu...I'm just not used to girls--I'm soooo a boy mom....anyhoo, I digress. Finally, my BIL cooked an amazing dinner--very nice way to end the visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Up at 3:30 AM on Monday morning just sucked--we almost were able to get a $400 voucher for giving up our seats for a later flight at 8:45 but the folks never checked in for the flight so we winged away as planned--6:15 AM.&amp;nbsp; It would have been so worth it too--mebbe not so much fun hanging at O'Hare, but we'd have found stuff to do &amp;amp; made money by just waiting around.&amp;nbsp; AH, well...better luck next time.&amp;nbsp; And then I went to work---I haven't stopped until now which is why this is the first I've been able to write.&amp;nbsp; More to come--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-1466362447590048470?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1466362447590048470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=1466362447590048470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/1466362447590048470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/1466362447590048470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/11/oops-missed-blogoversary.html' title='Oops! Missed Blogoversary'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3CpHJuOK_Y/TrCAxShmIzI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0n6DwFlhHPo/s72-c/Chicagoskyline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-3618024218344227874</id><published>2011-10-27T23:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T23:18:13.680-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogoversary'/><title type='text'>Chicago Bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p7MUhtbpYLc/TqoRfgJehkI/AAAAAAAAAeg/xC7E-cnTWek/s1600/chicago.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p7MUhtbpYLc/TqoRfgJehkI/AAAAAAAAAeg/xC7E-cnTWek/s1600/chicago.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Off to Chicago to visit my sis &amp;amp; her family.&amp;nbsp; Fun times, especially because Xing Fu is coming too--our first plane trip together!&amp;nbsp; Uh huh, we're getting away from it all--right to 40 degree weather!&amp;nbsp; WooHoo!&amp;nbsp; This was supposed to be a trip taken earlier in the season so we could go sailing with my sis &amp;amp; her husband but as usual, timing is everything...even so, looking forward to a weekend with my sis in her stomping grounds &amp;amp; time away with my guy.&amp;nbsp; I have mentioned in the past how important I think getting away as a couple is important--often we've gone to the beach together for a weekend--this is a bit of a departure for us--heh--I think a good one.&amp;nbsp; I often think that we just don't have a lot of "us" time &amp;amp; I feel it is vitally important to build that in on occasion.&amp;nbsp; I sent an&amp;nbsp; email to Xing Fu after we'd had a little back &amp;amp; forth about scheduling.&amp;nbsp; It is truly what I feel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;"we already have such limited time during the week &amp;amp; even some weekends that it is often a press to simply have "us" time.&amp;nbsp; One reason that this weekend will be nice for that--I am a very firm believer that a successful relationship must have times where the focus is solely on the relationship &amp;amp; very little else if at all possible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And while I'm away it will be my 3rd year "blogoversary"--hopefully I will get a chance to send a message out into the blogosphere from Chi-town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-3618024218344227874?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3618024218344227874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=3618024218344227874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/3618024218344227874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/3618024218344227874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/10/chicago-bound.html' title='Chicago Bound'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p7MUhtbpYLc/TqoRfgJehkI/AAAAAAAAAeg/xC7E-cnTWek/s72-c/chicago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-3266282933088270065</id><published>2011-10-26T16:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T16:22:49.699-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house troubles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revenge'/><title type='text'>Ants &amp; Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xXiDMCaiOdE/TqhqYm1Z0GI/AAAAAAAAAeY/AHyT8dAGRYY/s1600/birdschimney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xXiDMCaiOdE/TqhqYm1Z0GI/AAAAAAAAAeY/AHyT8dAGRYY/s320/birdschimney.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's a birdhouse around here!&amp;nbsp; Heat has been out &amp;amp; I've been reluctant to call anyone--I'm in denial, damn it!&amp;nbsp; I am SO NOT interested in the change in season to that nasty one we call...shhhhh....&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;autumn&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh god, I said it....GACK!!&amp;nbsp; It means the definite end is in sight...sniff....sailing season will be over...sniff, sniff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But I caved from BF &amp;amp; child pressure &amp;amp; called the HVAC guys to come have a look-see at my furnace which wasn't working. And yes, once again, Momma Nature is lovin' my house--first it was ants in the A/C &amp;amp; now it's birds in the furnace--I didn't stick around to see two dessicated birds being pulled out of the pipe---eeewwww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But I still gotta believe it's the house planning revenge on me for even &lt;i&gt;contemplating&lt;/i&gt; putting it up for sale...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ah, fun times but at least I'm warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-3266282933088270065?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3266282933088270065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=3266282933088270065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/3266282933088270065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/3266282933088270065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/10/ants-birds.html' title='Ants &amp; Birds'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xXiDMCaiOdE/TqhqYm1Z0GI/AAAAAAAAAeY/AHyT8dAGRYY/s72-c/birdschimney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-2183735824812503216</id><published>2011-10-23T12:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T12:27:50.951-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risk taking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Risk Worth Taking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PyLIhDx07LI/TqRAWvJ5LeI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/YIgs4SVRmY8/s1600/pumpkinpatch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PyLIhDx07LI/TqRAWvJ5LeI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/YIgs4SVRmY8/s1600/pumpkinpatch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the paths that your eyes wander down, I wanna come too&lt;br /&gt;I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;No one understands me quite like you do&lt;br /&gt;Through all of the shadowy corners of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;--"Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop"&amp;nbsp; Landon Pigg &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday I spent a good portion of the day starting the real work of getting ready for the move.&amp;nbsp; My good friend Merryfish helped me with the very arduous task of sorting years of stuff--Good Will, Keep, or Toss.&amp;nbsp; I was very stressed by the ordeal but we managed to clean out the dining room completely save for the pile of things in the corner that I will box &amp;amp; put in the crawl space.&amp;nbsp; We also put a sizable dent in the kitchen too.&amp;nbsp; During the entire time though I felt so overwhelmed by the enormity of what I must do in the next month or two.&amp;nbsp; But she was awesome--kept me focused, coaxed me through my emotional upheaval with a level-headed calm that was spectacular to see.&amp;nbsp; You go girl!&amp;nbsp; I must say that it sure was nice cooking pumpkin pancakes this morning &amp;amp; actually have the space in my kitchen to do it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But this whole process is scary--when we do buy this house together, what happens if it doesn't work out?&amp;nbsp; I am out of a house--my house--the one I bought all by myself--it ain't much but it's all I've got....one of Xing Fu's children pointed out a similar concern--what if they have go through a separation again?&amp;nbsp; What about my son who's had almost 2 years to build a great relationship with Xing Fu?&amp;nbsp; Yes, he hasn't dealt with real separation since he was 7 so it isn't as fresh as it is for Xing Fu's children, but what if? What if?&amp;nbsp; But, as Xing Fu pointed out--we cannot live life as what if it doesn't work.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As we wandered through the corn maze &amp;amp; then the pumpkin patch looking for the just right pumpkins to carve, as we made dinner &amp;amp; carved the pumpkins, lit them, &amp;amp; put them outside to see how we did, I knew that this was no risk--it was right where I needed to be.&amp;nbsp; It is a risk worth taking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-2183735824812503216?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2183735824812503216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=2183735824812503216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/2183735824812503216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/2183735824812503216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/10/risk-worth-taking.html' title='Risk Worth Taking'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PyLIhDx07LI/TqRAWvJ5LeI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/YIgs4SVRmY8/s72-c/pumpkinpatch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-8947032159043777485</id><published>2011-10-20T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T22:20:09.491-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family dynamics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex-husbands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bar stools'/><title type='text'>ACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgnDQGjuXk8/TqDVdNl-s2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/RYwe7w8JfVg/s1600/moving1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgnDQGjuXk8/TqDVdNl-s2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/RYwe7w8JfVg/s320/moving1.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I am just so stressed &amp;amp; anxious about the house thing--we have begun.&amp;nbsp; The list is just so long &amp;amp; I'm feeling quite overwhelmed by the whole thing.&amp;nbsp; But first things first,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;de-clutter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Last night, Xing Fu &amp;amp; I tackled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;the crawl space under the house.&amp;nbsp; There were years of stuff in there--books, papers, stuff from my ex--two bar stools he picked up off a Baltimore street over 15 years ago...it was hard to just toss it aside (not the bar stools).&amp;nbsp; No, I don't want to keep any of it--but it represents my history--kinda tough to sift through it all.&amp;nbsp; Getting all that stuff out will leave room to box up the stuff upstairs so that the house can be "staged" to sell--kinda like living in a hotel room for a few months.&amp;nbsp; When we leave this house, a chapter of my life will definitely close &amp;amp; that's kinda scary.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We're all full of talk like, "When we have a house together such &amp;amp; such will happen" or "When we live together this is going to be how things will be...", etc.&amp;nbsp; Positively nerve-wracking! And exciting.&amp;nbsp; I know my kid is getting more interested as he sees things being moved out--he's talking about wanting to have a bigger space &amp;amp; more privacy.&amp;nbsp; He has also said that he'll miss the only home he's known--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But everything in the crawl space except my stuffed animals "Snuggles" is going to the dump or to Good Will.&amp;nbsp; Especially the bar stools--as I throw them onto the metal scrap heap I will be thinking that I am definitely happy that chapter of hoarding husbands is closed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-8947032159043777485?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8947032159043777485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=8947032159043777485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8947032159043777485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8947032159043777485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/10/ack.html' title='ACK!'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgnDQGjuXk8/TqDVdNl-s2I/AAAAAAAAAeI/RYwe7w8JfVg/s72-c/moving1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-8711711090874291988</id><published>2011-10-19T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T15:54:27.402-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kissing frogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogoversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Boyfriend, Defined?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As my 3rd "Blogoversary" looms nearer, I often take some time to reflect how things have changed from year to year &amp;amp; of course this one is no different.&amp;nbsp; So as I have been thinking back &amp;amp; how when I first started this blog it was all about the myriad of frogs that I had kissed, was kissing, &amp;amp; was going to kiss, I fell across this article in the lofty rag, of all places, &lt;i&gt;The New York Times&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Finding love can be frustrating, discouraging, &lt;i&gt;interesting&lt;/i&gt;, &amp;amp; sometimes pretty fun, but it is difficult for all ages as this particular essay by Marguerite Fields shows.&amp;nbsp; It was published in 2008 (I wonder what has since happened to its author--has she found "the one"?)&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, it wants to target college students or recent entrants into the "adult" world, but I think it applies to all of us enchanted frog-seekers newly minted or not:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/04/fashion/04love.html?pagewanted=all"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/04/fashion/04love.html?pagewanted=all&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ABIu8gRfTUk/Tp8p7gDuwkI/AAAAAAAAAeA/oUexV_tOuPA/s1600/kissingfrogs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ABIu8gRfTUk/Tp8p7gDuwkI/AAAAAAAAAeA/oUexV_tOuPA/s1600/kissingfrogs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-8711711090874291988?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8711711090874291988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=8711711090874291988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8711711090874291988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8711711090874291988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/10/boyfriend-defined.html' title='Boyfriend, Defined?'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ABIu8gRfTUk/Tp8p7gDuwkI/AAAAAAAAAeA/oUexV_tOuPA/s72-c/kissingfrogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-3969348003446740081</id><published>2011-10-18T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T22:09:26.047-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><title type='text'>Bagels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rPtKsQxo0sc/Tp4nJ8ge3nI/AAAAAAAAAd4/xDKkA98bZtc/s1600/bagels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rPtKsQxo0sc/Tp4nJ8ge3nI/AAAAAAAAAd4/xDKkA98bZtc/s1600/bagels.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wanna make you happy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I wanna make you feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;Let me make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make you feel alive at night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;--The KOOKS "Junk of the Heart "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mornings are usually a little nuts now that we have to get up &amp;amp; moving earlier so I can make sure that I get my kid to school &amp;amp; get myself to work on time....which I so hope will change once we move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Every morning that Xing Fu is at the house he seems to be in charge of breakfast--nothing huge, usually a half a bagel but he goes into the kitchen &amp;amp; toasts them up &amp;amp; meticulously spreads something on them for us.&amp;nbsp; Ok, not such a big deal but in a way it is--I could do it some days or we could just get something on the road.&amp;nbsp; But he does it every morning.&amp;nbsp; I said once before that it was the little things--and this is one example.&amp;nbsp; I told him that I appreciated his efforts especially as we're rushing out the door--not taking these little things for granted.&amp;nbsp; The little things are the glue--recognizing them--important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-3969348003446740081?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3969348003446740081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=3969348003446740081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/3969348003446740081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/3969348003446740081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/10/bagels.html' title='Bagels'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rPtKsQxo0sc/Tp4nJ8ge3nI/AAAAAAAAAd4/xDKkA98bZtc/s72-c/bagels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-3277092855862491785</id><published>2011-10-11T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:22:59.288-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='washing machine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flooding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house selling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revenge'/><title type='text'>House Revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6knqQBbOlg/TpTomydSiuI/AAAAAAAAAdw/aJSRFekVlAQ/s1600/washingmachine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6knqQBbOlg/TpTomydSiuI/AAAAAAAAAdw/aJSRFekVlAQ/s1600/washingmachine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yup, this moving thing is stressing me out.&amp;nbsp; I think my house is out to get me.&amp;nbsp; It knows something's up--yeah, giving life to inanimate objects certainly questions my sanity but let me explain.&amp;nbsp; First my heat went up--tried to turn it on the week it was so freakin' cold &amp;amp; sure enough it just clicked--the basement crickets were louder--same thing happened last year too--ARGH!!&amp;nbsp; Frustrating!&amp;nbsp; But that ain't the worst of it.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday I decide to do laundry--not so remarkable to be sure &amp;amp; it definitely needed to be done--the kid had no khakis &amp;amp; the BF no socks sooooo.... Anyhoo, I step outside to talk to my dad as he dropped off the kid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp; when I go back inside I notice a little water on the floor in front of the washer--&amp;amp; then I look up &amp;amp; notice the gusher that is the washer hose--now backed up &amp;amp; spewing water all over the place!&amp;nbsp; After fixing that part of it, I then follow the huge puddle of water all the way across my laundry room--past the cat box&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;with the litter that was kicked out turning to gray sludge, past the dog food bowl that is now floating away, over to the utility door that is NEVER used &amp;amp; where a virtual lake has formed.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I decide to sweep out the extra water through the door, &amp;amp; then clean up the rest, sanitize the tiled floor &amp;amp; call it a night.&amp;nbsp; Sounds easy right?&amp;nbsp; Not so fast!&amp;nbsp; Upon opening said utility door (which by the way may have only been opened once or twice the entire time I've owned this house), the hinges crack &amp;amp; separate from the door jamb &amp;amp; something I didn't notice as I attempt to jam the door back closed, a crack in the door proper.&amp;nbsp; This is an original flimsy wood door from a house built in '57.&amp;nbsp; It just will not close--no matter how hard my kid &amp;amp; I slam our bodies against the damn door--it just will not close!&amp;nbsp; Hence my thoughts that this crazy-ass house is out to get me!&amp;nbsp; After calling Xing Fu to beg him to help me out of this mess, I realize that this house selling operation ain't gonna be cheap.&amp;nbsp; I am sooooo far away from listing this house &amp;amp; we needed to list it last week in today's housing market.&amp;nbsp; Case in point: New steel door (so as to pass house inspection) $1250.&amp;nbsp; GACK!&amp;nbsp; Painting, possible new roof, possible new kitchen cabinets, de-cluttering...AGAIN, etc., etc., etc......the list is getting longer &amp;amp; longer--any volunteers?&amp;nbsp; Please? I'm begging.....yeah, I'm hearing those cellar crickets again...something else I'll need to get rid of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-3277092855862491785?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3277092855862491785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=3277092855862491785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/3277092855862491785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/3277092855862491785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/10/house-revenge.html' title='House Revenge'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6knqQBbOlg/TpTomydSiuI/AAAAAAAAAdw/aJSRFekVlAQ/s72-c/washingmachine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-17095731087365368</id><published>2011-09-29T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:34:17.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy Complexity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"To entrust another with your heart means revealing your humanity in all its messy complexity &amp;amp; vulnerability." --&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Rosemary Mahoney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We are definitely taking a huge risk here--a scary one--I touched on it briefly last post when I said that I hadn't lived with anyone but my child since '04. &amp;nbsp; It's not going to happen straight away--lots of stuff to work out but we are stepping out into the abyss.&amp;nbsp; But here I am at this point in my life &amp;amp; even though we have a ton more responsibility now then when we were just starting into our "adult" lives, I know this is the right move with the right person.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Reaffirmed by a simple action tonight before Xing Fu went to bed. Last night I spent the evening with him in the ER--he has a history of having kidney stones &amp;amp; last night was my indoctrination into that terribly painful experience.&amp;nbsp; He's fine but still recovering a bit &amp;amp; that's where tonight's story picks up. &amp;nbsp; On the nights that we aren't together he usually calls me before turning in.&amp;nbsp; I look forward to it--it's like a nice warm blanket on a cold night right before I go to sleep kind of feeling.&amp;nbsp; This afternoon he called me early &amp;amp; said that he wasn't going to call me later.&amp;nbsp; I mentioned to him that I look forward to the calls right before bed &amp;amp; would he mind calling to say good night.&amp;nbsp; His reply was "we'll see."&amp;nbsp; I was a bit disappointed but knew he was tired &amp;amp; wanted to go to sleep early.&amp;nbsp; Around 9:45 my phone rings.&amp;nbsp; What is so wonderful about that is he wants to make me happy--I treasure that so much.&amp;nbsp; I thanked him &amp;amp; told him how much I appreciated that he wants to please me.&amp;nbsp; So worth the risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P9P2YUN_ugg/ToUqemON-bI/AAAAAAAAAds/N77QDIrWCWg/s1600/riskdalailama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="341" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P9P2YUN_ugg/ToUqemON-bI/AAAAAAAAAds/N77QDIrWCWg/s400/riskdalailama.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-17095731087365368?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/17095731087365368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=17095731087365368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/17095731087365368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/17095731087365368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/09/messy-complexity.html' title='Messy Complexity'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P9P2YUN_ugg/ToUqemON-bI/AAAAAAAAAds/N77QDIrWCWg/s72-c/riskdalailama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-3383863574025066508</id><published>2011-09-27T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T18:29:19.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cohabitating Frogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jqGS52sQ_gU/ToJJZdH9bnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Ui7jq_qtOMs/s1600/commitment1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;OK, some of you may have noticed that I changed the wording on my header &amp;amp; description (or mebbe you didn't)&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Well, the times they are a changin'.&amp;nbsp; I think it is probably good to indicate that I'm no longer writing about dating &amp;amp; all of those lovely frogs I kissed--the blog's focus has definitely shifted (sailing certainly is still in there).&amp;nbsp; I think it is fair to say that I'm writing more about the trials &amp;amp; tribulations of an LTR &amp;amp; how to successfully blend families after divorce.&amp;nbsp; Yup, that's it!&amp;nbsp; And, it ain't easy...but for the most part we seem to have navigated part one fairly well--from introductions to doing activities together to spending a week at the beach.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, there are bumps in the road, but if this were part one of the story, we've closed that chapter &amp;amp; now onto the next.&amp;nbsp; Which brings me to the "MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jqGS52sQ_gU/ToJJZdH9bnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Ui7jq_qtOMs/s1600/commitment1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jqGS52sQ_gU/ToJJZdH9bnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Ui7jq_qtOMs/s1600/commitment1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Chapter Two?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;If it weren't hard enough to bring our families together, Xing Fu &amp;amp; I are now going to push the envelope some more.&amp;nbsp; We are really planning to blend the families--no, not what you're thinking--no wedding bells.&amp;nbsp; But we are going to live together.&amp;nbsp; That's the plan &amp;amp; oh boy, as happy &amp;amp; excited as I am to move our relationship to the next level, I am rife with anxiety as well.&amp;nbsp; I realized today that I haven't lived with anyone besides my kid since I kicked my ex out in 2004.&amp;nbsp; Big changes coming for us all.&amp;nbsp; We've always said that we test the reaches of our relationship--those early relationship tests--like getting stranded in a snowstorm together all of two weeks into our dating one another.&amp;nbsp; I think we're up for the challenge.&amp;nbsp; Stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jak-TXUsEt4/ToJK1N1e7BI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UqyHqVOJxZI/s1600/movingin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jak-TXUsEt4/ToJK1N1e7BI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UqyHqVOJxZI/s1600/movingin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-3383863574025066508?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3383863574025066508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=3383863574025066508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/3383863574025066508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/3383863574025066508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/09/cohabitating-frogs.html' title='Cohabitating Frogs'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jqGS52sQ_gU/ToJJZdH9bnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Ui7jq_qtOMs/s72-c/commitment1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-3106526753915485213</id><published>2011-09-19T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T17:10:02.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It has been a tough couple of weeks filled with some deep disappointment--however, I know who my friends are--those who reached out to me--I may not have been so receptive to some but I will come around soon.&amp;nbsp; Keep trying, you may be surprised.&amp;nbsp; My sister was a great support--she put it out there &amp;amp; I'm grateful for her incredible &amp;amp; kind words.&amp;nbsp; Check out her blog (yeah, chip off the old block): windycitymomma.com.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UMJgWREq2IE/Tneoi50D2MI/AAAAAAAAAdg/wFS8J4FKNTk/s1600/Relaxing_at_Sandaway_Waterfront_Lodging_-_Oxford__MD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UMJgWREq2IE/Tneoi50D2MI/AAAAAAAAAdg/wFS8J4FKNTk/s320/Relaxing_at_Sandaway_Waterfront_Lodging_-_Oxford__MD.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sandaway on Tred Avon in Oxford, MD&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But I had a great weekend come out of great disappointment--good karma perhaps.&amp;nbsp; Xing Fu was racing to Oxford on his regular ride &amp;amp; I was able to get on a boat myself--a PHRF A2 boat (not used to that fleet at all).&amp;nbsp; It was good fun &amp;amp; the regular crew really made me feel welcome--I flew the kite for a bit &amp;amp; trimmed jib.&amp;nbsp; For me, this was hugely important because I was feeling pretty low about the racing thing &amp;amp; extremely nervous about stepping on a new boat too.&amp;nbsp; The race went by pretty fast &amp;amp; the guys I sat with on the rail kept me laughing along with learning a bit more about tactics for that particular boat.&amp;nbsp; It also helped that Xing Fu recognized how anxious I was when he dropped me off at the marina for the 3 hour motor to the start &amp;amp; sent me a text telling me that I should have fun &amp;amp; that I was a good sailor.&amp;nbsp; It was the best thing he could have said--I instantly relaxed &amp;amp; I did have great fun.&amp;nbsp; After the race, we all sat out with about four boats rafted together enjoying Dark 'n' Stormies made by my skipper &amp;amp; Mango Mai Tais made by the boat rafted next to us along with a very nice spread of cheese, fruit, nuts, &amp;amp; crackers.&amp;nbsp; Nice ending to a nice distance race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Xing Fu &amp;amp; I planned a stay at the Sandaway B&amp;amp;B--a beautiful room overlooking the Tred Avon River with its own screened in porch, just where the the race ended&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We planned to stay there overnight &amp;amp; have a leisurely morning instead of racing back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Which we did--we went briefly to the party, had dinner at a cool little bistro &amp;amp; then got pulled over by Oxford's finest for a headlight.&amp;nbsp; He was desperately trying to make Xing Fu get a ticket for 1) going 30 in a 25 mph zone &amp;amp; 2) broken headlight &amp;amp; 3) DUI.&amp;nbsp; Xing Fu even offered to take a breathalyzer test&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;which the cop declined but still tried to tell him that he smelled alcohol--mind you, Xing Fu had had a sip of my wine at dinner &amp;amp; that was all...so all he ended up giving us was a verbal warning for speeding, a repair order for my car which just seems to LOVE blowing headlights (this being the 4th since I've had the car)&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The next day we watched the boats start the race back to Annapolis &amp;amp; then went to brunch at the Robert Morris Inn--very nice also.&amp;nbsp; It will be great to do that again next year. All in all, good came from bad &amp;amp; I have another wonderful weekend full of memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-3106526753915485213?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3106526753915485213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=3106526753915485213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/3106526753915485213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/3106526753915485213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/09/going-forward.html' title='Going Forward'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UMJgWREq2IE/Tneoi50D2MI/AAAAAAAAAdg/wFS8J4FKNTk/s72-c/Relaxing_at_Sandaway_Waterfront_Lodging_-_Oxford__MD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-1371531405898274821</id><published>2011-09-09T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T16:18:16.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Gentle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;One of my college friends posted this on Facebook.&amp;nbsp; It is something I need right about now so I include a link to this blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bravegirlsclub.com/archives/2151"&gt;http://bravegirlsclub.com/archives/2151&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It is a good post. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Utq37JpAMcs/Tmp0ZQBX_kI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Xa2pNfSh8lQ/s1600/ch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Utq37JpAMcs/Tmp0ZQBX_kI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Xa2pNfSh8lQ/s1600/ch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-1371531405898274821?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1371531405898274821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=1371531405898274821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/1371531405898274821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/1371531405898274821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/09/be-gentle.html' title='Be Gentle'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Utq37JpAMcs/Tmp0ZQBX_kI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Xa2pNfSh8lQ/s72-c/ch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-1957961095449648691</id><published>2011-09-06T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T20:44:41.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Going</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZ5o9WQgFlc/Tma98Q_jVKI/AAAAAAAAAdY/VEY7_Sf6GFk/s1600/sailingpersistance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZ5o9WQgFlc/Tma98Q_jVKI/AAAAAAAAAdY/VEY7_Sf6GFk/s400/sailingpersistance.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, it's hackneyed but it still applies...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica;"&gt;"He is the best sailor who can steer within the fewest points of the wind, and exact a motive power out of the greatest obstacles.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;"&gt;			&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;--Henry David Thoreau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes no matter how hard you try &amp;amp; how much your heart is in the right place things just don't go your way.&amp;nbsp; I say this after a very frustrating weekend on the water--we started strong &amp;amp; just couldn't maintain.&amp;nbsp; Which sucks because we've all worked so hard.&amp;nbsp; And it wasn't for lack of trying &amp;amp; having the will to make it happen.&amp;nbsp; So discouraging though. We have a very competitive fleet &amp;amp; a lot of these guys have been sailing their boats for way longer than us--not an excuse, just reality.&amp;nbsp; But it was heartbreaking nonetheless.&amp;nbsp; But we can do it--practice makes perfect &amp;amp; we WILL get there.&amp;nbsp; I appreciate the hell out of everyone I sail with &amp;amp; I know we will persevere!&amp;nbsp; 'Nuff said.&amp;nbsp; Go Get 'em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"My goal in sailing isn't to be brilliant or flashy in individual races, just to be consistent over the long run." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;--Dennis Conner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-1957961095449648691?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1957961095449648691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=1957961095449648691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/1957961095449648691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/1957961095449648691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/09/tough-going.html' title='Tough Going'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZ5o9WQgFlc/Tma98Q_jVKI/AAAAAAAAAdY/VEY7_Sf6GFk/s72-c/sailingpersistance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-2797829555123747576</id><published>2011-08-24T19:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T07:09:20.843-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family dynamics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stepmom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stepmonster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive outcomes'/><title type='text'>Oozing in Gently</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"You hear a lot of dialogue on the death of the American family.&amp;nbsp; Families aren't dying.&amp;nbsp; They're merging into big conglomerates."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;--Erma Bombeck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I think one of the best pieces of advice I received about being a "stepmom" (quote marks 'cuz I ain't one officially)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;was from my mother--a stepmother herself.&amp;nbsp; She told me that it was important to sit back &amp;amp; watch &amp;amp; not push myself on Xing Fu's kids.&amp;nbsp; For me that is extremely difficult--I want the most important people in his life to like me &amp;amp; accept me--so anxiety over that translates into the need for over-interest.&amp;nbsp; I've fought mightily against that trend &amp;amp; I think I've done pretty well with it, but I remind myself often to sit back &amp;amp; let the situation unfold.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So it was interesting when I came across a section in a book titled &lt;u&gt;The Courage to be a Stepmom&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;by Sue Patton Thoele where she discusses just that.&amp;nbsp; The book was given to me by a co-worker way back in March or April &amp;amp; has been sitting by my bed gathering dust as I've decided recently that many "stepmothering" books are evil.&amp;nbsp; More on that in a sec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Mgu7yAnQlg/TlVsjfNlQkI/AAAAAAAAAdU/BN7nlzg_kbA/s1600/stepfamily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Mgu7yAnQlg/TlVsjfNlQkI/AAAAAAAAAdU/BN7nlzg_kbA/s400/stepfamily.jpg" width="391" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;What Thoele says is that as a stepmother I should "ooze in gently" like introducing a new cat or kitten into a family. "Lovingly let 'em alone to sniff out the new house."&amp;nbsp; Stay in the background--be there to provide what is asked for &amp;amp; let them come to you for what they need/want--or set out a food dish &amp;amp; water in the case of a cat...let them set the pace (cats usually do).&amp;nbsp; Expecting an instant family just won't work--first of all, unlike having your own children, you &amp;amp; your _(fill-in-the-blank)____ have each other's children as steps...an "unnatural alliance of &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; kids &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; kids."&amp;nbsp; Additionally, Thoele says that often these children are beyond the "cuteness" stage &amp;amp; bonding over the long term just hasn't happened.&amp;nbsp; There's just no shared past history.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I often feel VERY left out when Xing Fu &amp;amp; his children discuss past events that shaped them as a family--very exclusionary &amp;amp; difficult--yes, we are making new memories now (beach vaycay, e.g.), but those are very few as everything is so new in the grand scheme of lifetime events. All I can do is sit back &amp;amp; allow our connections to unfold.&amp;nbsp; We are getting there--slowly but surely.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it is pretty hard--sometimes I have to grit my teeth, remain calm, &amp;amp; remind myself that I'm the adult.&amp;nbsp; And sometimes it's pretty wonderful--like when one of the kids mentions that they wished my son were with us at the beach so he could enjoy the big raft at the water park with us.&amp;nbsp; Actually, I think most of us involved really want this to work--even the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Darest thou now O soul,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Walk out with me toward the unknown region,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Where neither ground is for the feet nor any&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; path to follow?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;--Walt Whitman&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Back to the evil book thingy--all of these books except for the one I'm currently writing about just paint the most negative stepmonster pictures for our future as a blended family--I need affirmations, a shoulder to lean on, understanding, answers to why a behavior is manifesting...you know--support.&amp;nbsp; That's why I've set most of these books aside and was reluctant to open this one.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad I have cracked the binding open because at least this section of the book has been very affirming.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-2797829555123747576?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2797829555123747576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=2797829555123747576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/2797829555123747576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/2797829555123747576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/08/oozing-in-gently.html' title='Oozing in Gently'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Mgu7yAnQlg/TlVsjfNlQkI/AAAAAAAAAdU/BN7nlzg_kbA/s72-c/stepfamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-7167537617292358325</id><published>2011-08-20T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T22:59:32.272-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Skin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beer Cans'/><title type='text'>The Longest Shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oN5pVR2hqJM/TlBzYJ1c_tI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DzwvZuq6Zeo/s1600/sailboatsunset1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oN5pVR2hqJM/TlBzYJ1c_tI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DzwvZuq6Zeo/s1600/sailboatsunset1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So where did the summer go?&amp;nbsp; On Friday night we celebrated the end of the Friday Night Racing at EYC.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Otherwise known as Beer Cans.&amp;nbsp; We took second place in the second series so we did get a "trophy"--etched pint glass--fitting, since it &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; the beer can series.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, the awards were distributed during a massive thunderstorm--a bunch of sailors stuck under a party tent in the middle of a torrential downpour--at one point I decided that standing under this questionably stable tent was not something I wanted to do--Xing Fu having already decided that being inside the EYC clubhouse was far favorable to being outside with a bunch of soggy sailors.&amp;nbsp; I ran out from under the tent &amp;amp; into the club, about 10 yards at best, &amp;amp; I was soaked through.&amp;nbsp; So much for staying dry....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But really what this post is about is that with the close of the Beer Can series so draws to an end--summer.&amp;nbsp; Sigh....it zoomed, zipped, zapped &amp;amp; is on its way out...the shadows are longer &amp;amp; the days are shorter &amp;amp; no longer does 8:00 PM still mean sitting on the back deck of the clubhouse for dinner watching the sun &lt;i&gt;begin&lt;/i&gt; to set in Annapolis.&amp;nbsp; Which sucks...yeah, we have some big regattas in September, &amp;amp; yes I can sail in the Wednesday Night series on the West River a lot longer than the AYC series, but work starts on Monday &amp;amp; the kids go back to school on the 29th.&amp;nbsp; Even if my son doesn't officially start until September 7th--those private schools still understand the importance of a long summer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And so we begin to shed our summer skins....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-7167537617292358325?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7167537617292358325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=7167537617292358325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/7167537617292358325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/7167537617292358325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/08/longest-shadows.html' title='The Longest Shadows'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oN5pVR2hqJM/TlBzYJ1c_tI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DzwvZuq6Zeo/s72-c/sailboatsunset1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-4751952605932044740</id><published>2011-08-19T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T23:17:13.747-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death Cab For Cutie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Skin'/><title type='text'>Summer Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M3iooCSgkVE/Tk8m4RqllpI/AAAAAAAAAdM/qr5Q0CVSNjg/s1600/emptyswing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M3iooCSgkVE/Tk8m4RqllpI/AAAAAAAAAdM/qr5Q0CVSNjg/s1600/emptyswing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Squeaking swings and tall grass&lt;br /&gt;The longest shadows ever cast&lt;br /&gt;The water's warm and children swim&lt;br /&gt;And we frolicked about in our summer skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't recall a single care&lt;br /&gt;Just greenery and humid air&lt;br /&gt;Then Labor Day came and went&lt;br /&gt;And we shed what was left of our summer skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the night you left, I came over&lt;br /&gt;And we peeled the freckles from our shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Our brand new coats were so flushed and pink&lt;br /&gt;And I knew your heart I couldn't win&lt;br /&gt;Because the season's change was a conduit&lt;br /&gt;And we'd left our love in our summer skin&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;--Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-4751952605932044740?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4751952605932044740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=4751952605932044740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/4751952605932044740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/4751952605932044740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-skin.html' title='Summer Skin'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M3iooCSgkVE/Tk8m4RqllpI/AAAAAAAAAdM/qr5Q0CVSNjg/s72-c/emptyswing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-8700051022691784283</id><published>2011-08-15T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:04:18.709-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Me Smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pier 6'/><title type='text'>Make Me Smile II</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qEeqRnIfM1s/TkkkK_GhhNI/AAAAAAAAAdI/xiyd07IdOe4/s1600/Chicago8-14-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qEeqRnIfM1s/TkkkK_GhhNI/AAAAAAAAAdI/xiyd07IdOe4/s1600/Chicago8-14-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opening with "Make Me Smile"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Last night Xing Fu &amp;amp; I went to see Chicago at Pier 6.&amp;nbsp; Earlier this year he'd played the song "Make Me Smile" &amp;amp; I'd written that I hoped the band played that song during the concert.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/04/make-me-smile.html" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/04/make-me-smile.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And they did--an auspicious beginning--and they played the song a couple times throughout.&amp;nbsp; I turned to Xing Fu with a big smile on my face--he had the same &amp;amp; we both knew that even if it seems a little hokey, having that song be the opening one was a big deal for us--a very good big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Not that Chicago is normally the kind of musical fare that I tend to listen to but I need to say that they were certainly part of the background of my childhood--it actually surprised me a bit to realize that I knew far more of their songs than I realized. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It has been a heavy concert summer yet again.&amp;nbsp; I asked Xing Fu if his ticket stubs have increased exponentially since he met me--he said no question--we do go to a lot of live music.&amp;nbsp; This summer we've seen:&amp;nbsp; The Decemberists, Peter Frampton, Death Cab For Cutie, Chicago, and will be seeing Wilco &amp;amp; Leo Kottke.&amp;nbsp; I can't remember if we've seen any others but like last summer there have been a lot.&amp;nbsp; Good--something we can share that we love to do--like that sailing thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-8700051022691784283?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8700051022691784283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=8700051022691784283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8700051022691784283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8700051022691784283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/08/make-me-smile-ii.html' title='Make Me Smile II'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qEeqRnIfM1s/TkkkK_GhhNI/AAAAAAAAAdI/xiyd07IdOe4/s72-c/Chicago8-14-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-4501709086336837952</id><published>2011-08-11T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T17:44:24.761-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annapolis Race Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Americans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='practicing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J/30'/><title type='text'>Tacks &amp; Jibes (Thanks BB)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VeFo9xwXcBg/TkRK6EgbzEI/AAAAAAAAAdA/wYuVYN0nOt8/s1600/j30na.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="58" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VeFo9xwXcBg/TkRK6EgbzEI/AAAAAAAAAdA/wYuVYN0nOt8/s320/j30na.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Been practicing for a couple big regattas in September.&amp;nbsp; Annapolis Race Week, which I did last year &amp;amp; a really biggie: the J/30 North Americans.&amp;nbsp; This particular regatta is only for J/30s.&amp;nbsp; From all over the country.&amp;nbsp; Very cool.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So last Friday I had a great opportunity to fly the kite without the pole &amp;amp; without the main.&amp;nbsp; It was an amazing experience, yeah, kinda geeking out on the sailing thing again but I can't even begin to describe how it feels to see that big sail fill &amp;amp; the tug on your arms as you are the one controlling that boat through the water...sailing nirvana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eTS4GK-oWxo/TkRNKz16PZI/AAAAAAAAAdE/9t-MgqkOtms/s1600/j30onedesign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eTS4GK-oWxo/TkRNKz16PZI/AAAAAAAAAdE/9t-MgqkOtms/s320/j30onedesign.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Last night instead of racing we did a ton of tacks &amp;amp; jibes--over &amp;amp; over--start runs over &amp;amp; over. I was a busy chickie--was a little rusty &amp;amp; also feeling a bit stressed about getting it right &amp;amp; sometimes I screwed up but by the end I think I had the feel back &amp;amp; was executing better--it was cool also because I was the only one trimming spin &amp;amp; handling the guy (ah, the sexual innuendo here...).&amp;nbsp; It ain't easy to do both but taking care of both really helps get that feel of moving the sail with the wind better--still a steep learning curve &amp;amp; there are some things that I need to work on but it is exciting to get out there &amp;amp; learn so much.&amp;nbsp; I was telling Xing Fu that this season has really been one of learning--from the J-World class that I took early in the season I have a much better grasp of it all--certainly I'm no expert or even that good, but I now see things that I'd NEVER have known or seen before or even understood--even last year.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And I'm still trying to catch up.&amp;nbsp; But I am lucky because I am given an amazing opportunity on the boat I sail on--ratcheting up as my skipper likes to say...yeah, baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-4501709086336837952?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4501709086336837952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=4501709086336837952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/4501709086336837952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/4501709086336837952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/08/tacks-jibes-thanks-bb.html' title='Tacks &amp; Jibes (Thanks BB)'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VeFo9xwXcBg/TkRK6EgbzEI/AAAAAAAAAdA/wYuVYN0nOt8/s72-c/j30na.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-8555805354798415954</id><published>2011-08-04T19:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T21:22:33.173-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helicopter Parent'/><title type='text'>Camp Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTB4KxVPaFk/TjspTiq0FHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/A4GRW7D38NM/s1600/summercamp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTB4KxVPaFk/TjspTiq0FHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/A4GRW7D38NM/s1600/summercamp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Every year my kid escapes for a month.&amp;nbsp; With his best friend in the world.&amp;nbsp; What boy doesn't want that?&amp;nbsp; He &amp;amp; his "bro" talk about camp all year long--I'm happy that he is able to do it &amp;amp; loves it this much.&amp;nbsp; I think it is very good for him as an only child too. (Not really--he has a "brother" and a younger "sister")&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Boy do I miss him.&amp;nbsp; I said this about my beach week--I missed him not being part of that--but I digress.&amp;nbsp; Parenting has changed a lot since I went to camp.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mlHcEssf1Fc/TjsoiwLrn4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/zw8utk6ReBg/s1600/summercampcartoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mlHcEssf1Fc/TjsoiwLrn4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/zw8utk6ReBg/s1600/summercampcartoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This post was triggered by an email from my sister--she'd forwarded her daughter's "Weekly Camp Report".&amp;nbsp; As I'd forwarded my son's.&amp;nbsp; Yup--when I was in camp there was no such thing as a camp report--my impression was that the less my parents knew about what I doing or how I was doing at camp the better.&amp;nbsp; Camp was the black hole of parenting back then.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Send the kid down to North Carolina on a plane &amp;amp; wave bye-bye for the summer.&amp;nbsp; "Parent Party-time!!&amp;nbsp; WOOHOO!!&amp;nbsp; No Kids!!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, that's my impression of it&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;How times have changed!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Now every week I receive a letter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;from my kid's camp telling me what he's been up to--he even has to write a section.&amp;nbsp; I love, Love, LOVE this.&amp;nbsp; Since my son's letters are sporadic and sketchy at best (good, that means he's having a blast), this serves as a way to really know what's up&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; When did camps start this?&amp;nbsp; Or have they always done it &amp;amp; I'm just being let in on the secret now.&amp;nbsp; Meh.&amp;nbsp; Is it a result of the "Helicopter Parent" syndrome?&amp;nbsp; Does that make me a Helicopter Parent?? ACK!!&amp;nbsp; I'm developing a complex....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nah...I'm just interested in my son's life--&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Truth be told--I also like having time off being a parent--call it a bit of "Parent Respite Care".&amp;nbsp; By the time I get kinda used to not having him around, he comes home &amp;amp; I realize how much I'm glad that I'm being a mom again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-8555805354798415954?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8555805354798415954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=8555805354798415954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8555805354798415954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8555805354798415954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/08/camp-days.html' title='Camp Days'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTB4KxVPaFk/TjspTiq0FHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/A4GRW7D38NM/s72-c/summercamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-6745459755281140662</id><published>2011-08-01T22:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T22:39:52.501-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stepmom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cape Henlopen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Frog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach vacation'/><title type='text'>Happy Frogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BMRgusQ74Bg/Tjdas5KK0MI/AAAAAAAAAc0/kHAAFXgQ0Bw/s1600/capehenlopenbeach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BMRgusQ74Bg/Tjdas5KK0MI/AAAAAAAAAc0/kHAAFXgQ0Bw/s1600/capehenlopenbeach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cape Henlopen State Park&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yikes!&amp;nbsp; Where did the time go?&amp;nbsp; I just spent the last week at the beach with Xing Fu &amp;amp; 2 of his kids.&amp;nbsp; I'm learning how to be "stepmom"&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And contrary to what I've been reading &amp;amp; at this point, have stopped reading, things seem to be going quite well. Now don't get me wrong--it's not all flowers &amp;amp; butterflies all the time, &amp;amp; I did have moments of aggravation, but overall our beach week was a success on many levels. It was another test of a sort.&amp;nbsp; Not necessarily Xing Fu testing me, well maybe just a little,&amp;nbsp; always a question about how good the fit with his kids.&amp;nbsp; (Me too with my son--but I've long since decided that was not needed at all.)&amp;nbsp; But the grrr moments were very few &amp;amp; far in between &amp;amp; I think we all walked away feeling pretty good about the week.&amp;nbsp; Yay us!&amp;nbsp; I still think about some of the advice in the Stepmother books, &amp;amp; try to be realistic about it all. And recently I've been reviewing my own stepmothers' performances (my one stepmom is only 9 years older than me...HUGE issue when I was growing up--mega teenage 'tude, ya' know?) ) &amp;amp; my mom's stepmother performance to sorta bounce the way I'm doing the step thing off of theirs.&amp;nbsp; My mom has told me how impressed she is--great--the true test is how Xing Fu's kids feel &amp;amp; he says that they felt it was a great week so there it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Xing Fu wrote me an email this morning telling me that he's a Happy Frog.&amp;nbsp; One of our sailing friends dubbed him a Happy Frog a few months ago--we now talk about that--I've asked him at different times if he's a "Happy Frog".&amp;nbsp; At Screwpile, our skipper bought a smiling frog wind whirligig thingy &amp;amp; we tied it to the backstay where it grinned down at us until the first gybe--blew off his whirligig.&amp;nbsp; Actually, the whole frog was left &amp;amp; he continued grinning at us the rest of the regatta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; So I must be the princess who kissed the frog--a reference to kissing a ton of frogs when I was dating--lucky me--it took a while but good karma is good karma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's continuing to be a good summer--now to get through the next two weeks until my kiddo comes back from camp--he was definitely missed on our beach trip but there's always next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-6745459755281140662?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6745459755281140662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=6745459755281140662&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/6745459755281140662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/6745459755281140662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/08/cape-henlopen-state-park-yikes-where.html' title='Happy Frogs'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BMRgusQ74Bg/Tjdas5KK0MI/AAAAAAAAAc0/kHAAFXgQ0Bw/s72-c/capehenlopenbeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-1463741748277622865</id><published>2011-07-21T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T17:35:09.254-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heat wave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screwpile Regatta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='air conditioning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter Frampton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solomons Island'/><title type='text'>Screwpile-Year Dos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BY2Lqk3RgIM/TiiNW_BlIaI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fDFMFXYc6YA/s1600/redhatscrewpile2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BY2Lqk3RgIM/TiiNW_BlIaI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fDFMFXYc6YA/s320/redhatscrewpile2011.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We've been anticipating this regatta since summer began--it officially marks the halfway point of the sailing season (that's a bummer) &amp;amp; is a 3 day regatta down on Solomon's Island&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This year my skipper was away so we had a guest skipper with most of the regular crew plus 3 others (Xing Fu) was one.&amp;nbsp; Our skipper was from Puerto Rico &amp;amp; occasionally there was a little language barrier--it was actually rather cute &amp;amp; she was so optimistic despite never cracking the top 10 (there were 16 in our PHRF B fleet) that it was just nice to sail with her.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We had three days of pretty flukey wind too.&amp;nbsp; Only the last day did we have the expected "no wind on the Chesapeake" so abandon race problem &amp;amp; for the most part there was pretty decent air for a change.&amp;nbsp; And on our first race we were about a minute and a half late for the start--unlike last year the Race Committee did not have a gun, only a horn, nor did they really announce starts very loudly over the radio.&amp;nbsp; That was actually our best race--we came in 11th--crazy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But we had a great time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Xing Fu &amp;amp; I did something a bit nutso--we drove back to Baltimore after the first day's races (3 total)--about a 2 hour drive from Solomon's Island &amp;amp; went to a concert at Pier Six--Peter Frampton.&amp;nbsp; Definitely music that Xing Fu chose-but it was fun listening to music that brought me back to my very early teens &amp;amp; the boy who introduced me to Frampton &amp;amp; the Who.&amp;nbsp; For me though, by the second set, I was sitting in my seat &amp;amp; nodding off.&amp;nbsp; One minute I'm listening to very good guitars &amp;amp; the next thing I know I'm on Bump...hearing one of my crew members telling me to trim the kite...&amp;nbsp; And then the 2 hour trip back down to Screwpile--arriving at 1AM.&amp;nbsp; Dock time 8:30 AM...you get the picture.&amp;nbsp; But it was fun, fun, fun!&amp;nbsp; (And I have a great BF--he gave me his red hat--there were only 4 in the skipper's bag &amp;amp; we had 8 crew.&amp;nbsp; The skipper got one &amp;amp; we drew for the rest.&amp;nbsp; He can be so sweet!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And now, we are leaving for the beach on Saturday for a week.&amp;nbsp; Nonstop summer--it has been another great one so far except now my A/C is out during the hottest heat wave to hit B-more! But amazingly once the A/C guy got here, looked at the unit he saw the most amazing thing &amp;amp; apparently pretty rare--my A/C has been attacked by ants!&amp;nbsp; Yup, they'd crawled into the connector &amp;amp; prevented one part from touching another which communicated with the thermostat--thankfully a VERY easy &amp;amp; relatively inexpensive fix.&amp;nbsp; A/C up &amp;amp; running as the temps her in B-more continue to climb, climb, climb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-1463741748277622865?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1463741748277622865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=1463741748277622865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/1463741748277622865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/1463741748277622865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/07/screwpile-year-dos.html' title='Screwpile-Year Dos'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BY2Lqk3RgIM/TiiNW_BlIaI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fDFMFXYc6YA/s72-c/redhatscrewpile2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-2744658155214499990</id><published>2011-07-11T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T18:20:04.297-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blending families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sultana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screwpile'/><title type='text'>Where Did I Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NoRgJ7OxULw/Tht2p6rPW7I/AAAAAAAAAco/j9fDSSE69do/s1600/foreversummer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NoRgJ7OxULw/Tht2p6rPW7I/AAAAAAAAAco/j9fDSSE69do/s1600/foreversummer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ok, so I've been MIA for a while--not necessarily a bad thing.&amp;nbsp; With the sailing season in full motion--Screwpile is coming up starting on Sunday--Xing Fu is sailing with Bump... which is always fun, and a bunch of parties including my buddy's (Baltimore Diary) pig roast (that I'll actually get to go to this year), a Peter Frampton concert (yeah, not my typical fare--guess whose??), my kid spending a week on the Schooner Sultana, &amp;amp; very shortly off for a month at summer camp, oh, &amp;amp; work too, I've lost track of time. &amp;nbsp; I can't believe that we're already in July &amp;amp; that tomorrow is my birthday!&amp;nbsp; I also can't believe that I'll be 44--I just don't feel that old....I can hear my sister now--"You &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; that old..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This summer has been nonstop--just days after Screwpile, Xing Fu &amp;amp; I are taking off with his kids to the beach--yup, my kid will not be with us (camp).&amp;nbsp; That part will be quite strange.&amp;nbsp; But a week at the beach without my family &amp;amp; with my man is something new--something I've been looking forward to--I rarely take a vacation.&amp;nbsp; I think the last &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt; vaycay was to Amsterdam two years ago--wow--it's been two years already!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm looking forward to a pause in the action--a time to just breathe &amp;amp; regroup--plus being by the ocean is always a good place for me to be.&amp;nbsp; And with Xing Fu...'nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3mpUfFYGH7k/Tht23IlzBZI/AAAAAAAAAcs/EBMgR-uikJ0/s1600/summerstate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3mpUfFYGH7k/Tht23IlzBZI/AAAAAAAAAcs/EBMgR-uikJ0/s1600/summerstate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And, contrary to all the stuff I've seen written about blending families (jealousies, obnoxious kids, the ex-factors &amp;amp; a thousand other nasties that I've read about), things continue to go really well with our kids &amp;amp; us.&amp;nbsp; I even received some texts from one of Xing Fu's kids today--for some reason that was the best affirmation that things are going well--that familiarity &amp;amp; comfort in being able to text me--cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-2744658155214499990?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2744658155214499990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=2744658155214499990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/2744658155214499990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/2744658155214499990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/07/where-did-i-go.html' title='Where Did I Go?'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NoRgJ7OxULw/Tht2p6rPW7I/AAAAAAAAAco/j9fDSSE69do/s72-c/foreversummer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-1342751414703767163</id><published>2011-06-27T07:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T07:18:21.675-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy'/><title type='text'>Annapolis girl, 14, dies after boat capsizes during sailing camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/maryland/anne-arundel/bd-md-ar-sailing-accident-severn-20110624,0,375716.story"&gt;Annapolis girl, 14, dies after boat capsizes during sailing camp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This is a tragedy &amp;amp; a reminder that sailing can be a very dangerous sport.  My heart goes out to her family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-1342751414703767163?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/maryland/anne-arundel/bd-md-ar-sailing-accident-severn-20110624,0,375716.story' title='Annapolis girl, 14, dies after boat capsizes during sailing camp'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1342751414703767163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=1342751414703767163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/1342751414703767163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/1342751414703767163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/06/annapolis-girl-14-dies-after-boat.html' title='Annapolis girl, 14, dies after boat capsizes during sailing camp'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Annapolis, MD, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>38.9784453 -76.49218289999999</georss:point><georss:box>38.948003299999996 -76.5270724 39.0088873 -76.45729339999998</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-6707189248961902439</id><published>2011-06-20T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T09:48:12.336-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good juju'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Sailstice'/><title type='text'>Summer "Sailstice"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y3BwFupp2PQ/Tf8uYRMowUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/CiLcG4Y0r6s/s1600/sailistice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y3BwFupp2PQ/Tf8uYRMowUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/CiLcG4Y0r6s/s1600/sailistice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Sail Locally, Celebrate Globally"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.summersailstice.com/"&gt;http://www.summersailstice.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This weekend was a busy one as usual &amp;amp; it was full of sailing--of course.&amp;nbsp; Xing Fu &amp;amp; I were on opposite race days so on Saturday he was out there for the "Sailstice" racing on a boat designed by the skipper--they took two bullets so I guess that design is working...A bit south down in Deale, I was out with one of my teammates from Bump &amp;amp; one of our friends on his boat.&amp;nbsp; We were cruising--racers cruising is ALWAYS interesting &amp;amp; this was no different.&amp;nbsp; But I digress..."Sailstice" is a little non-profit that celebrates the summer &amp;amp; sailing--being out sailing around the solstice is always cool so having a little celebration &amp;amp; actually being out there is even better.&amp;nbsp; Xing Fu told me he would look south &amp;amp; think of us out there..nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rXuZJMeVxFw/Tf8xNRbpaqI/AAAAAAAAAcc/jBmS2mXPxQA/s1600/summersailstice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rXuZJMeVxFw/Tf8xNRbpaqI/AAAAAAAAAcc/jBmS2mXPxQA/s1600/summersailstice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So off we go &amp;amp; our skipper says that he picked up a spinnaker for free &amp;amp; would we like to fly it?&amp;nbsp; No twisting of arms necessary--although he wasn't sure what shape it was actually in--we soon discovered that it was an asymmetric kite &amp;amp; was about 20 feet too short for the boat--probably a very good J/22 spinnaker, not for a Columbia 9.6.....but being who we are, we decided to fly the thing anyway &amp;amp; as a symmetric kite too...at one point we considered flying it from the backstay to see if we could get the boat to go backwards....just a thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14Iyh3dGbGg/Tf8y61EPqVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/KpqWBQHBGwE/s1600/thekidspinnaker6-18-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14Iyh3dGbGg/Tf8y61EPqVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/KpqWBQHBGwE/s200/thekidspinnaker6-18-11.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The Kid" under "spinnaker"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As the wind got lighter we decided to go swimming--I'd never been dragged behind a boat under sail--2 knots--very cool--the entire day was fun &amp;amp; of course the company....cruising can be fun after all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Next day back out on Bump for the AYC Annual Regatta.&amp;nbsp; The first race was a good one, the second, well, anyone who knows the Chesapeake Bay in the summer, no wind.&amp;nbsp; The second race was given three gunshots &amp;amp; we were done.&amp;nbsp; Despite no wind for the second race, it was good just to be out with the crew again--always fun &amp;amp; entertaining.&amp;nbsp; Next weekend is the Twilight Race--starts late in the day after the wind has filled in (we hope).&amp;nbsp; And as the summer progresses...Screwpile is on the horizon...summer=sailing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-6707189248961902439?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6707189248961902439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=6707189248961902439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/6707189248961902439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/6707189248961902439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-sailstice.html' title='Summer &quot;Sailstice&quot;'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y3BwFupp2PQ/Tf8uYRMowUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/CiLcG4Y0r6s/s72-c/sailistice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-3582795950152703266</id><published>2011-06-06T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T17:13:09.082-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commitment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciation'/><title type='text'>Another Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j3w52X4RZdU/Te1CscZbeZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZHFXfL1Bwlg/s1600/relationshiphumor1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j3w52X4RZdU/Te1CscZbeZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZHFXfL1Bwlg/s400/relationshiphumor1.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We tend to write this in an email after every weekend we spend together--obviously a very good thing but it brings me to the idea of appreciation.&amp;nbsp; I ran across a little snippet about strengthening your relationship with your significant other.&amp;nbsp; It read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Get In Your Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" id="ecxyui_3_1_1_1_13073775006132804" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To  be happy with your husband, you may have to re-train your brain, says  Achor. For 21 days in a row, write down one new thing you're grateful  for about your husband. "Research shows that by the end of those three  weeks, you will have taught your brain to be more appreciative and  loving toward your mate," she says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" id="ecxyui_3_1_1_1_13073775006132804"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" id="ecxyui_3_1_1_1_13073775006132804"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;We already to this to some degree is what I wrote in an email this morning.&amp;nbsp; Even if Xing Fu tries to drown me, or knock me out with the boom, he does not blow off the little advice blurbs I send him.&amp;nbsp; He treats them with respect &amp;amp; recognizes how much we both work to keep our relationship a strong &amp;amp; healthy one.&amp;nbsp; To that end I certainly appreciate the effort we both put forth--it shows a deep commitment to each other.&amp;nbsp; And we're going to give it a try without being redundant.&amp;nbsp; My first one:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I appreciate that you treat these little relationship advice snippets that I find &amp;amp; send seriously &amp;amp; not just "humor" me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" id="ecxyui_3_1_1_1_13073775006132804"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" id="ecxyui_3_1_1_1_13073775006132804"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;And I wonder, looking at the recent failure of a relationship that an acquaintance of mine had blow up in her face, if we're the lucky ones.&amp;nbsp; Of course, she had it coming--hatred spewing people cannot find others who will find them positive, loving people--if you hate, you will see Karma come right back atcha'--how can you have a loving relationship with anyone when you exude such anger &amp;amp; negativity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" id="ecxyui_3_1_1_1_13073775006132804"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" id="ecxyui_3_1_1_1_13073775006132804"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I also like to think that for the most part my friends' relationships &amp;amp; marriages are also ones that show deep appreciation--they seem to--this weekend demonstrated that as we all descended on BFF(J)'s house on the water for an impromptu BBQ--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" id="ecxyui_3_1_1_1_13073775006132804"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Tahoma','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-3582795950152703266?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3582795950152703266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=3582795950152703266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/3582795950152703266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/3582795950152703266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-great-weekend.html' title='Another Great Weekend'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j3w52X4RZdU/Te1CscZbeZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZHFXfL1Bwlg/s72-c/relationshiphumor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-251505998451111323</id><published>2011-05-31T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T22:10:25.818-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blending families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strawberry picking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loyalty'/><title type='text'>The Loyalty Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTHGdXrD12M/TeWevWY6dDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/XhdPXIHuXFo/s1600/divorcecomic1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTHGdXrD12M/TeWevWY6dDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/XhdPXIHuXFo/s1600/divorcecomic1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As always a busy weekend.&amp;nbsp; And believe it or not, I wasn't sailing....in fact, for the first time I missed the Miles River Race &amp;amp; of course the weather, wind,etc., was perfect...sigh.&amp;nbsp; Regardless, I had a good weekend with Xing Fu, his mom, his kids, &amp;amp; my kid.&amp;nbsp; And, it was my BFF(J)'s annual Day Before Memorial Day party &amp;amp; I was able to see a bunch of friends that I don't see all that often these days--so a good time despite not racing--there will be many more Miles races I'm sure....but to the point of the post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I have been reading a bunch of "divorced with children &amp;amp; blending families" books these days &amp;amp; for the most part they are all full of dire predictions of hardship--jealousies, loyalty issues, &amp;amp; just down-right meanness. This weekend could have been a disaster because of all of those kinds of things--we had a lot of activities planned for all of us--Saturday we went strawberry picking at Larriland Farm&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.pickyourown.com/"&gt;http://www.pickyourown.com/&lt;/a&gt; --great fun &amp;amp; the strawberries to die for--there is nothing like picking a ripe, juicy strawberry off the plant, warmed in the sun, &amp;amp; popping it in your mouth--amazing.&amp;nbsp; We gathered a ton of them--good thing we had a party to go to--great dessert.&amp;nbsp; I am also planning to make a couple strawberry-rhubarb pies--Xing Fu's kids' request so it appears that they will not go to waste. But I digress--the different activities--after strawberries I took two of Xing Fu's kids &amp;amp; my own to my kid's soccer game.&amp;nbsp; Here was an opportunity again for boredom, disaster, any number of things but it went very well--despite my kid's team getting trounced.&amp;nbsp; Dinner with all of us also pitfalls &amp;amp; then the &lt;i&gt;big party&lt;/i&gt; on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Throughout all of this I kept thinking about the &lt;b&gt;Loyalty question&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;What's that?&amp;nbsp; Well, in ALL of the books there is always a section about the children's loyalty to their mother.&amp;nbsp; They don't want to like the "step" mom so they are undermining, manipulative &amp;amp; sometimes mean.&amp;nbsp; Especially if they &lt;i&gt;do &lt;/i&gt;like the stepmom.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And according to Xing Fu, his kids really do like me--a lot.&amp;nbsp; So here I am waiting for the other shoe to drop &amp;amp; it hasn't&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Which is great!&amp;nbsp; I hope it never happens because I am very fond of them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-251505998451111323?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/251505998451111323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=251505998451111323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/251505998451111323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/251505998451111323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/05/loyalty-question.html' title='The Loyalty Question'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTHGdXrD12M/TeWevWY6dDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/XhdPXIHuXFo/s72-c/divorcecomic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-5279815269831509963</id><published>2011-05-30T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T09:32:20.145-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Radiators'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Don&apos;t Speak Love'/><title type='text'>I Don't Speak Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XTN2lcNWUT8/TeOcL8moNEI/AAAAAAAAAcM/YK0zm_cOuro/s1600/radiators.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XTN2lcNWUT8/TeOcL8moNEI/AAAAAAAAAcM/YK0zm_cOuro/s320/radiators.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I know I've been a fool&lt;br /&gt;I'm distant and I'm arrogant&lt;br /&gt;And stubborn as a mule&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a better man&lt;br /&gt;And take good care of you&lt;br /&gt;If you could find it in your heart&lt;br /&gt;To help us see this through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can Feel Love&lt;br /&gt;I Can See Love&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Speak Love&lt;br /&gt;I Sure Need Your Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a price I'll pay&lt;br /&gt;To spend my life this way&lt;br /&gt;I can't take this pain&lt;br /&gt;When every heartbeat calls your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gertie looked him in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And said, "Boy, you are a mess."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't try to find an eloquence&lt;br /&gt;You never can possess."&lt;br /&gt;Willie held her in his arms&lt;br /&gt;And whispered in her ear&lt;br /&gt;"I just need to learn to say the words&lt;br /&gt;You long to hear."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;--The Radiators&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We saw the Radiators last week &amp;amp; although I think the venue wasn't right, (I'd seen them at 8X10--perfect), they were good, but not as great as I'd remembered--but this song struck me so I'm reprinting the lyrics. &amp;nbsp;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-5279815269831509963?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5279815269831509963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=5279815269831509963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/5279815269831509963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/5279815269831509963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-dont-speak-love.html' title='I Don&apos;t Speak Love'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XTN2lcNWUT8/TeOcL8moNEI/AAAAAAAAAcM/YK0zm_cOuro/s72-c/radiators.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-3174171521525636084</id><published>2011-05-26T17:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T16:37:12.560-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating mishaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mushy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esquire'/><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R4sXW8O6TJ4/Td7Kb30HAVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/WShjiSqLOyc/s1600/sailboatsracingcomic.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R4sXW8O6TJ4/Td7Kb30HAVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/WShjiSqLOyc/s400/sailboatsracingcomic.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;On Sunday Xing Fu tried to off me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yep, I was trimming the jib during a race &amp;amp; I was grinding in when all of a sudden we were scuppers in the water &amp;amp; me, well I was almost up to my waist--at least one leg was.&amp;nbsp; Xing Fu was on main &amp;amp; had forgotten the traveller so we were heeled way over.&amp;nbsp; And then later, since he didn't get rid of me that way-- He hit me with the boom...tenacious aren't I??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But, I appreciate the attempt--but I appreciate this even more: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"I asked my girlfriend: How did your dad show your mom that he loved her?  Her response: "Ceaseless appreciation of everything she did for him. He  treated everything she did as if it were a surprise, as if it were the  first time he'd ever had her chili or smelled her perfume. He noted  every routine kindness. And he loved her the same way, consistently."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;From Esquire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;From Xing Fu: &amp;nbsp; "Looking at my tie earlier today, I smiled at your helping me trim the thread. A loving gesture."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;"I hope we always smile together",&amp;nbsp; is what I wrote back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;He says these things to me a lot.&amp;nbsp; Just makes me remember the dating mishaps &amp;amp; how I always had hope that the right person was out there for me &amp;amp; that through it all I'd always kept a positive attitude. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;How great that I have a man who isn't afraid to share his appreciation with me &amp;amp; how incredible is it that he loves to sail.&amp;nbsp; He may exasperate me sometimes, piss me off, &amp;amp; frustrate me too, but he is, as we approach the year &amp;amp; a half mark, my best friend--I am thankful for all that he does to enhance my life.&amp;nbsp; Yikes, am I a mushy one right now!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-3174171521525636084?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3174171521525636084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=3174171521525636084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/3174171521525636084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/3174171521525636084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/05/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R4sXW8O6TJ4/Td7Kb30HAVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/WShjiSqLOyc/s72-c/sailboatsracingcomic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-6322120455828948867</id><published>2011-05-23T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T16:45:53.008-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after-race party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dobbins Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Rapture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GIYS'/><title type='text'>The Rapture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vBbOOwODdg/TdrF0KFvTNI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Y3ilPJdxQkc/s1600/26footer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vBbOOwODdg/TdrF0KFvTNI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Y3ilPJdxQkc/s320/26footer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Of a great sailing weekend--did a distance race from Annapolis to Gibson Island on Saturday (little to no wind) &amp;amp; then on Sunday did an around the buoys race on the Magothy River.&amp;nbsp; Kinda nostalgic for me because Dobbins Island is there.&amp;nbsp; When I was a little girl we used to sail to Dobbins &amp;amp; anchor out, row over to the island (back then you could go on the island--now it's eroding so people can't go there), gather sassafras that my grandmother would brew into tea as we continued our cruise down the Chesapeake.&amp;nbsp; In fact, when I was in first grade I drew a picture for my grandparents of us at Dobbins.&amp;nbsp; See it above.&amp;nbsp; In it, Dobbins is in the background, a sailboat with "26 Footer" written on the mainsail, and me &amp;amp; my cousin swimming in the bay.&amp;nbsp; Also included are the requisite sea nettles which have wrapped themselves around my cousin while I swam ahead of them.&amp;nbsp; I gave this picture to my grandparents &amp;amp; it hung in their house until they died.&amp;nbsp; Now it is mine &amp;amp; I treasure that memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Saturday evening after-race party was  great, part of the crew had her boat brought up as a "floating hotel"  and they rafted next to Bump. After drinking the requisite Dark n'  Stormy, having a hot dog, &amp;amp; saying hi to many people from the J/30  fleet that I've come to know, we all settled down below &amp;amp; decided  that we were the left behinds after the Rapture.&amp;nbsp; Which makes sense  because we're a bunch of rowdy sailors. &amp;nbsp; I don't think I've laughed  that hard in quite a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Great wind on Sunday, especially the second race.&amp;nbsp; We came in third--for me it was a busy day as I trimmed jib &amp;amp; spinnaker so I had no rest on the upwind leg or the downwind leg.&amp;nbsp; Not complaining--just sore.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I loved that I was so busy--it feels good to be active all the time but I'm sure that if I had to maintain that over a three-day regatta I'd be in serious trouble I think.&amp;nbsp; Sunday was particularly nice because Xing Fu joined us--trimmed main.&amp;nbsp; I always enjoy sailing with him--makes doing what I love just that much more fun.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'm glad it's sailing season again--as the sun set on Saturday, a man stood at the end of the center dock at the Gibson Island Yacht Squadron &amp;amp; played the bagpipes--what an amazing image to remind me of a great weekend with my awesome sailing friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-6322120455828948867?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6322120455828948867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=6322120455828948867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/6322120455828948867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/6322120455828948867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/05/rapture.html' title='The Rapture'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vBbOOwODdg/TdrF0KFvTNI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Y3ilPJdxQkc/s72-c/26footer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-9129941385628988553</id><published>2011-05-20T06:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T06:55:41.246-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship rut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='settling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone time'/><title type='text'>Just OK?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v9-M_u_OAjI/TdZIR6YqmsI/AAAAAAAAAcA/F1DwPd4tkl0/s1600/sunfishcouple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v9-M_u_OAjI/TdZIR6YqmsI/AAAAAAAAAcA/F1DwPd4tkl0/s1600/sunfishcouple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So according to this article I read online--many people are stuck in "semi-happy" relationships.&amp;nbsp; Pamela Haag wrote a book (&lt;i&gt;Marriage Confidential&lt;/i&gt;) about these types of relationships &amp;amp; how to not stay in the rut.&amp;nbsp; She says that couples often settle for a "just ok" relationship--the question being, "Is this all there is?" Yeah, that's a toughie.&amp;nbsp; I think any LTR, be it marriage or otherwise, fights against that river current.&amp;nbsp; The romantic ideal--the feet floating above the earth, rapid heartbeat, etc., etc., just doesn't last--is that all there is when reality sets in?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Glamour:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; You also mention that "children are the new spouses." How so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pamela Haag:&lt;/b&gt;  When I grew up, there were times when adults wanted to be alone and  have adult conversations, and kids were told to scram. Now kids are so  often invited and have become the focus of family life, and that can  negatively affect marriages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Glamour:&lt;/b&gt; So how does one avoid falling into a semi-happy rut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pamela Haag:&lt;/b&gt;  It's more about how you live in a marriage than whom you choose. &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I  think people in happy marriages live like they're on vacation all the  time, in the sense that they're paying attention to each other and  trying to have some fun.&lt;/span&gt; Marriage should be enjoyable rather than just  hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living like they're on vacation--finding things to do &lt;i&gt;besides&lt;/i&gt; dinner &amp;amp; a movie for date night or sitting on the couch watching TV &amp;amp; ordering pizza.&amp;nbsp; Yup, I agree that is a major way to keep it lively. The quickest way to total dissatisfaction being too tired to go out. Get up!&amp;nbsp; Go sailing!&amp;nbsp; Heehee.&amp;nbsp; OK, if you get seasick, don't go sailing--but get up &amp;amp; do something.&amp;nbsp; It has been a year &amp;amp; a half &amp;amp; Xing Fu &amp;amp; I have yet to have a "traditional" date night--we've NEVER been to a movie together--it has now become a running joke.&amp;nbsp; What can we find to do other than that rut-producer?&amp;nbsp; Turns out--PLENTY!!&amp;nbsp; Going to the beach for the weekend for me is creating that alone couple time, geocaching, concerts &amp;amp; of course sailing...there's just so much to do--I think we do a good job of living like we're on vacation even in the midst of our responsibilities to our families &amp;amp; our work &amp;amp; anything else.&amp;nbsp; We make it part of our priority &amp;amp; I think it shows.&amp;nbsp; Good on us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-9129941385628988553?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/9129941385628988553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=9129941385628988553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/9129941385628988553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/9129941385628988553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-ok.html' title='Just OK?'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v9-M_u_OAjI/TdZIR6YqmsI/AAAAAAAAAcA/F1DwPd4tkl0/s72-c/sunfishcouple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-6335035095174906838</id><published>2011-05-13T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:32:24.794-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignorance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spinnaker trim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing class'/><title type='text'>Learning Curve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gjU9rsWNIo0/Tc2Twe08p_I/AAAAAAAAAb8/Nu0iLcAxQwc/s1600/jworld.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gjU9rsWNIo0/Tc2Twe08p_I/AAAAAAAAAb8/Nu0iLcAxQwc/s320/jworld.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Tomorrow I'm taking a two-day sailing course with J-World.&amp;nbsp; While this is nothing hugely special in the sense that many sailors take courses--Captain's License, for example, or Blue Water sailing, it's kinda a big deal for me.&amp;nbsp; I talked about how I used to race with my grandfather in a cruising class when I was growing up--that much is certainly true but three years ago when I decided to do this "racing" thing for real, I never guessed what it would be all about; how involved &amp;amp; how much I &lt;i&gt;really didn't know&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Looking back on it now it is somewhat embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When I stepped onto that J/42 three years ago in April I was certainly nervous but I knew I was a sailor &amp;amp; had raced before--I figured it would be no big deal--HA!&amp;nbsp; I quickly learned that even though I'd been sailing all my life, this ain't your mother's sailing!&amp;nbsp; My ignorance just makes me cringe now.&amp;nbsp; In fact, when I wrote about racing on this blog--my lack of knowledge of terminology, etc., is glaringly apparent.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2009/04/sailracer-in-napolis.html"&gt;http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2009/04/sailracer-in-napolis.html&lt;/a&gt; I really don't want to link back to it--that's how embarrassed I am....Anyway, some of the guys on that J/42 suggested that I take courses at J-World on that first day I went out.&amp;nbsp; I think I may have asked them how they got into the racing.&amp;nbsp; (This was before I went to the crew listings party with Spin Sheet)&amp;nbsp; Their response was that they'd all taken these courses &amp;amp; had done regattas with J-World.&amp;nbsp; Interesting, I thought, but I sorta dismissed it--I'd seen adverts for the school as well as many others in the Annapolis &amp;amp; Baltimore area but just didn't think it would benefit me.&amp;nbsp; Funny how it's full circle now. Yeah, since my regular boat has a symmetrical spinnaker, I made sure to ask the folks at J-World to make sure they had that &amp;amp; the pole on board for me.&amp;nbsp; Back three years ago I couldn't tell you the difference between an asymmetrical or a symetric kite.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I probably didn't even refer to a spinnaker as a "kite", "chute", or anything else, let alone fly the damn thing.&amp;nbsp; Not that I'm great at it now, hence the course on spin trim. But I'm quite excited by the prospect of getting this experience on becoming better at spin trim &amp;amp; also learning about the asym which I've never flown before.&amp;nbsp; I am also hoping that I become more valuable to my boat.&amp;nbsp; You've come a long way, baby!&amp;nbsp; But as Xing Fu is quick to point out, &amp;amp; something I also know with regard to TKD, I may be a 2nd degree black belt, but there are 9 degrees total &amp;amp; I'm really just a beginner.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps this course over the weekend will make me an advanced beginner....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-6335035095174906838?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6335035095174906838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=6335035095174906838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/6335035095174906838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/6335035095174906838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/05/learning-curve.html' title='Learning Curve'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gjU9rsWNIo0/Tc2Twe08p_I/AAAAAAAAAb8/Nu0iLcAxQwc/s72-c/jworld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-8753295152711859403</id><published>2011-05-11T06:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T06:39:20.924-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elton John'/><title type='text'>Your Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U7Vyt9lg9tE/TcpnPLizMVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bVCidlwJkUU/s1600/roofsitting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U7Vyt9lg9tE/TcpnPLizMVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bVCidlwJkUU/s1600/roofsitting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And you can tell everybody this is your song&lt;br /&gt;It may be quite simple but now that it's done&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind that I put down in words&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is while you're in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss&lt;br /&gt;Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross&lt;br /&gt;But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song&lt;br /&gt;It's for people like you that keep it turned on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excuse me forgetting but these things I do&lt;br /&gt;You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the thing is what I really mean&lt;br /&gt;Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;--Elton John &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-8753295152711859403?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8753295152711859403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=8753295152711859403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8753295152711859403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8753295152711859403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/05/your-song.html' title='Your Song'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U7Vyt9lg9tE/TcpnPLizMVI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bVCidlwJkUU/s72-c/roofsitting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-6114146796478076398</id><published>2011-05-05T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T16:34:01.510-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skippers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crew dynamics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bump...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racing'/><title type='text'>How To Date The Crew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aPdLSB8nv14/TcMF6HcD3tI/AAAAAAAAAb0/W3Aa_TITV54/s1600/sailboatrace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aPdLSB8nv14/TcMF6HcD3tI/AAAAAAAAAb0/W3Aa_TITV54/s1600/sailboatrace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So over the years I've crewed on a  bunch of different boats.&amp;nbsp; Some only once &amp;amp; others for a few  different races or as a semi-regular on Wednesday nights.&amp;nbsp; And now I  have a regular ride on Bump...which is great--I like having a home.&amp;nbsp; I  think I have a new spin on crewing--it's a hell of a lot like  dating--how?&amp;nbsp; Well let me tell ya'&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I  used to write a lot about my 50 first dates &amp;amp; how I kissed a lot of  frogs until Xing Fu became my Frog Prince.&amp;nbsp; I think finding the right  boat to call home is a lot like that.&amp;nbsp; I've spent a few years "trying  out" a bunch of boats--50 first crews?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't like skippers who yell a  lot or who verbally bash their crew &amp;amp; I've seen it &amp;amp; been put  through it.&amp;nbsp; If sailing is supposed to be fun, who the fuck needs  that??&amp;nbsp; I also don't enjoy being put on the rail for the entire race as  ballast--I need a job--I may not be the most experienced racer out there  (Xing Fu is miles &amp;amp; miles better than me), but I do know how to  sail, been doing it all my life, just not racing, &amp;amp; I can trim jib  or do pole on down wind legs if I'm not regular crew&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I  wouldn't ever dream of taking the job of a regular, but don't have me  sit &amp;amp; do nothing except get bashed up diving across the deck during  the tacks.&amp;nbsp; To me, that just ain't fun.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMN2pxFu4V4/TcMF1Ou7gDI/AAAAAAAAAbw/TIyNxRS5ys0/s1600/NOOD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;What I've learned is that when you find "the one", it just doesn't matter that you get banged up crossing the cabin top--and I may hurl myself across even faster because I want us to do better.&amp;nbsp; That's how I felt last night during the Wednesday night race.&amp;nbsp; In fact, the first time I crewed on Bump for the first race of the Wednesday night series on the West River, I felt that tingle--that these people were fun to be with &amp;amp; that I fit right in, uh-oh...And I stayed with them &amp;amp; now I look forward to being with them both on &amp;amp; off the water.&amp;nbsp; It is a good fit &amp;amp; it took a little while---I'll never forget the "infamous tiller" on another boat I crewed with for a few races...ah, the stories...anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMN2pxFu4V4/TcMF1Ou7gDI/AAAAAAAAAbw/TIyNxRS5ys0/s1600/NOOD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMN2pxFu4V4/TcMF1Ou7gDI/AAAAAAAAAbw/TIyNxRS5ys0/s1600/NOOD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Last weekend I'd taken a guest spot on another boat for NOODs.&amp;nbsp; It just wasn't a good fit &amp;amp; if, when Sunday rolled around,&amp;nbsp; and my head &amp;amp; heart weren't in it &amp;amp; I questioned why I love sailing--then there's a problem.&amp;nbsp; And, watching Bump's transom in front of me is a bright spot during the racing...and that I don't freakin' care if I get an Annapolis NOOD red hat....you see what I mean.&amp;nbsp; So, when I arrived yesterday to climb aboard my regular ride, I was just so happy to see everyone.&amp;nbsp; These are the folks that I want to be with--a little yelling sometimes doesn't bother me because I know that they appreciate my contribution--and I do have one.&amp;nbsp; And also, if I have to ride the rail sometimes, I don't mind because I know that when the down wind leg arrives, I'll be on--that's when I'm busy &amp;amp; I want to do it well.&amp;nbsp; I look forward to the challenges &amp;amp; I can't hide my smile because it is just an easy fit--just like finding the right guy.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, we don't always see eye-to-eye, but we have fun--and that's what it's all about.&amp;nbsp; And beating the boat I was on on Sunday doesn't hurt either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-6114146796478076398?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6114146796478076398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=6114146796478076398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/6114146796478076398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/6114146796478076398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-to-date-crew.html' title='How To Date The Crew'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aPdLSB8nv14/TcMF6HcD3tI/AAAAAAAAAb0/W3Aa_TITV54/s72-c/sailboatrace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Annapolis, MD, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>38.9784453 -76.49218289999999</georss:point><georss:box>38.948003299999996 -76.5270724 39.0088873 -76.45729339999998</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-8369197488181039034</id><published>2011-04-28T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T18:47:52.825-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t2p.tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday Night Racing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bump...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high winds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spin Sheet'/><title type='text'>Bump....Comes To Annapolis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;What a wild ride last night!&amp;nbsp; It was the opening race for the Wednesday Night Series in Annapolis &amp;amp; the winds were pretty intense--gonna say at least 25 knots sustained, 35 knot gusts, with threats of thunderstorms &amp;amp; a tornado watch.&amp;nbsp; Call me crazy--hells yeah--with about 60 other boats!&amp;nbsp; Actually, that was what was so jaw-dropping to me. I had never been out for a Wednesday in Annapolis--only White Rocks with my grandfather &amp;amp; the West River.&amp;nbsp; The West River has a lot of boats but holy crap, Batman!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Annapolis was insane!&amp;nbsp; Just getting ready for the first race&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp; getting the watch set with the guns from the RC, I had an opportunity as did the rest of the crew to really take it all in--I think most of us hadn't realized how many folk were out there along with t2p.tv &amp;amp; Spinsheet taking pics &amp;amp; video--it is a big-ass deal.&amp;nbsp; And here we were, up from Pirate's Cove, competing with the rest of the J-30 fleet--adrenaline rush!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We worked our asses off &amp;amp; didn't even fly the kite.&amp;nbsp; At one point we dumped the main &amp;amp; were only using the number 3 jib &amp;amp; we still were able to clock 7 knots on the tacktik...crazy!&amp;nbsp; And we didn't finish last--WOOHOO!&amp;nbsp; I gotta say, it was a rush!&amp;nbsp; And, as we were rounding a mark, up comes a J-105 who attempted to squeeze us out--my skipper is yelling at the other skipper to hold his course--at first I thought he was ignoring us, &amp;amp; then she got a bit more insistent--we all had to laugh--"Bump... comes to Annapolis!"&amp;nbsp; Welcome!&amp;nbsp; And fireworks too (a huge lightening storm overhead as we crossed the finish)!&amp;nbsp; Great to be with my crew &amp;amp; back on my boat--I will miss them at NOODs, sailing instead on another J30--competition.&amp;nbsp; But, as always, looking forward to the rest of the season, flying out of Annapolis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Check out t2p.tv&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.t2p.tv/index.php"&gt;http://www.t2p.tv/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; They usually broadcast the Wednesday Night Races &amp;amp; there may be a glimpse of us there or on Spin Sheet&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.spinsheet.com/"&gt;http://www.spinsheet.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am posting a picture taken by Spin Sheet last year during the Miles River Race.&amp;nbsp; Very light air--NOT like last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c4Eked1FEPE/TbnuTsy-ArI/AAAAAAAAAbs/-52lgXvvT14/s1600/StMikesBump.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c4Eked1FEPE/TbnuTsy-ArI/AAAAAAAAAbs/-52lgXvvT14/s320/StMikesBump.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_884679560"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_884679561"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-8369197488181039034?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8369197488181039034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=8369197488181039034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8369197488181039034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8369197488181039034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/04/bumpcomes-to-annapolis.html' title='Bump....Comes To Annapolis'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c4Eked1FEPE/TbnuTsy-ArI/AAAAAAAAAbs/-52lgXvvT14/s72-c/StMikesBump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-1399979454035953919</id><published>2011-04-26T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T16:34:17.813-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ocean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milton Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Fisher'/><title type='text'>Green Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GofD3TCmzno/TbcnlLFIMAI/AAAAAAAAAbo/i7ekCZY1deE/s1600/greenseamavery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GofD3TCmzno/TbcnlLFIMAI/AAAAAAAAAbo/i7ekCZY1deE/s320/greenseamavery.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Green Sea--Milton Avery, 1958&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;OK, I admit it--it's April &amp;amp; I'm already in sailing mode.&amp;nbsp; Big weekend coming up with NOOD--for those out there (few to be sure but who don't know: NOOD is not nude sailing(although I know a few who do)--it stands for: National Off-shore One-design Regatta)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Annapolis ain't off-shore but the regatta sort of marks the opening of the racing season--Wednesday night series notwithstanding.&amp;nbsp; There are 3 main regattas--last weekend in April--NOOD, Screwpile in mid-July, &amp;amp; Annapolis Race Week during Labor Day weekend.&amp;nbsp; Of course throw in the North Americans, or mid-Atlantics, or Miles, or, or...but these stick out.&amp;nbsp; Last year didn't get to do NOOD, nor the year before.&amp;nbsp; This year is different--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But I'm not writing only about sailing (although it is hard not to), I'm writing about how this time of year always makes me so happy--not just because the weather is better, or school's almost out...it has everything to do with my hobby &amp;amp; the fact that I share it with Xing Fu--this time of year brings us back to center--I think we are both happier.&amp;nbsp; It is like coming home.&amp;nbsp; My late grandfather (George Fisher) whose birthday was April 18th, would understand. I've spoken about him in the past--sailor extraordinaire--self-taught &amp;amp; unapologetically obsessed. I think he'd approve--and I know he'd be so happy to know that his granddaughter is about as sailing-obsessed as he was. Dare I say it?&amp;nbsp; More so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But it also has to do with water--the beach, waves--all of it--coming home.&amp;nbsp; Mebbe it has to do with being a water sign--Cancer, but I always reach a sense of inner-calm when I'm on, near, or in water.&amp;nbsp; Been reading a book recently entitled &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Summer of Skinny Dipping &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;by Amanda Howells &amp;amp; the main character seems to have similar feelings about being near water be it ocean or bay. Howells writes beautifully about the ocean; about water--she captures the imagery beautifully.&amp;nbsp; (Even if this is a teen book--I admit it--I'm enjoying the revisit to awkwardness just a little bit.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"And with the wide gray skies and the metallic water all around me, I felt myself disappearing into the immediate present, into the wind and the bay, the flapping of the sails, and the voices of my uncle and my father.&amp;nbsp; ....breathe deeply, and unwind like the sails unfurling from the masthead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Tomorrow I'm back out there....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-1399979454035953919?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1399979454035953919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=1399979454035953919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/1399979454035953919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/1399979454035953919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/04/green-sea.html' title='Green Sea'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GofD3TCmzno/TbcnlLFIMAI/AAAAAAAAAbo/i7ekCZY1deE/s72-c/greenseamavery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-226566979048368395</id><published>2011-04-24T21:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T21:31:14.193-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Me Smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><title type='text'>Make Me Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVSyq4oF-H0/TbTOgNjYycI/AAAAAAAAAbk/fjzZlMLa64U/s1600/jumpjoy1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVSyq4oF-H0/TbTOgNjYycI/AAAAAAAAAbk/fjzZlMLa64U/s1600/jumpjoy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Children play in the park, they don't know&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone in the dark, even though&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again I see your face smiling inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy&lt;br /&gt;That you love me&lt;br /&gt;Life is lovely&lt;br /&gt;When you're near me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you will stay&lt;br /&gt;Make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life is just a game so they say&lt;br /&gt;All the games we used to play fade away&lt;br /&gt;We may now enjoy the dreams we shared so long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my darling, got to have you&lt;br /&gt;Feel the magic when I hold you &lt;br /&gt;Cry sweet tears of joy, touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need you more than ever&lt;br /&gt;No more crying...we're together &lt;br /&gt;Tell me you will stay&lt;br /&gt;Make me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;--Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be seeing Chicago in August--I hope that they play this song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-226566979048368395?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/226566979048368395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=226566979048368395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/226566979048368395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/226566979048368395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/04/make-me-smile.html' title='Make Me Smile'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVSyq4oF-H0/TbTOgNjYycI/AAAAAAAAAbk/fjzZlMLa64U/s72-c/jumpjoy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-5331319183846128563</id><published>2011-04-20T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T09:50:10.631-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blending families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stepmonster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='West River'/><title type='text'>It's On!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aB234Zu9b2o/Ta7jVAK8G7I/AAAAAAAAAbg/OdLUcBFeWDw/s1600/2001-12-09_sailboat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aB234Zu9b2o/Ta7jVAK8G7I/AAAAAAAAAbg/OdLUcBFeWDw/s1600/2001-12-09_sailboat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So much has gone on recently in so many facets of my life.&amp;nbsp; Of course, my brain has been hooked into sailing--Wednesday night series down on the West River starts tonight--I will be on a non-spin boat this week &amp;amp; next I'll be up in Annapolis on my regular ride for the AYC Wednesday series.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My brain has been so hooked by sailing that when I was at Bed, Bath, &amp;amp; Beyond with BFF(A), I bought sailboat sheets-printed with charts &amp;amp; sailboats--Xing Fu said something about "charting those waters" &amp;amp; then turned bright red last Saturday night at BFF(J)'s house.&amp;nbsp; Cracked all of us up.&amp;nbsp; But seriously, I can hear my son saying to me when he comes home Thursday from Florida &amp;amp; seeing the sheets, "Obessed much, mom?"&amp;nbsp; Guilty as charged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R7N5hwu2gE0/Ta7Yt0VfyeI/AAAAAAAAAbc/TC1Nq90gJMI/s1600/stepmother1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R7N5hwu2gE0/Ta7Yt0VfyeI/AAAAAAAAAbc/TC1Nq90gJMI/s320/stepmother1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Also, spending more time with Xing Fu's children.&amp;nbsp; It was a weird feeling to drop my own child off at the airport (first time traveling alone--I stood at security until he got through--at least his gate was D1, closest to security) &amp;amp; then take on three others.&amp;nbsp; It was an intense weekend but not in a bad way.&amp;nbsp; I've been reading a few books lately, one called &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stepmonster&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; by Wednesday Martin has been pretty interesting. Not sure that I agree with everything that I'm reading (only a third through it) &amp;amp; I'm not a stepmother in the true sense of the word, but I am the woman in their father's life &amp;amp; that has an entire raft of potential pitfalls, etc.&amp;nbsp; I think we are going about it all in a very good way so far--carefully, talking about all of the possible outcomes as best we can &amp;amp; he tells me that his kids like me--very good, so perhaps one of the most difficult situations in family-life will work out for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Another part of all this has been that all of our kids are away this week &amp;amp; we've been spending a lot more time together--it's been good--in some ways better than when we were last at the beach--for whatever reason, we have covered a lot of ground &amp;amp; looked at some of our sticking points--it has made us closer&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And I have the week off--WOOHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-5331319183846128563?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5331319183846128563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=5331319183846128563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/5331319183846128563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/5331319183846128563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-on.html' title='It&apos;s On!'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aB234Zu9b2o/Ta7jVAK8G7I/AAAAAAAAAbg/OdLUcBFeWDw/s72-c/2001-12-09_sailboat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-6079933288233740824</id><published>2011-04-14T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:12:32.055-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Buddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JJ Grey and Mofro'/><title type='text'>Beautiful World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="slly" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_ply"&gt;Bad blood, I could crawl right out my mind&lt;br /&gt;It's a long day, long day when the sun won't shine&lt;br /&gt;But it feels like, fussing and fighting is all we do&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows I can't get enough of you&lt;br /&gt;Bad blood, I could crawl right out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Ah girl, it's a new day now we can make it shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the birds sing their song&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my heart beating strong&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel like I do when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness, it ain't so deep&lt;br /&gt;So I reach and I reach and I reach, Higher&lt;br /&gt;set me free&lt;br /&gt;Ah girl, it's a new day now we can make it shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the birds sing their song&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my heart beating strong&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel like I do when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="slly" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_ply"&gt;--JJ Grey &amp;amp; Mofro&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="slly" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_ply"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AOruTiDMdTM/TaepQEjwmcI/AAAAAAAAAbY/HQaaTSZhH6Y/s1600/orange+blossoms.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AOruTiDMdTM/TaepQEjwmcI/AAAAAAAAAbY/HQaaTSZhH6Y/s1600/orange+blossoms.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="slly" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_ply"&gt;Xing Fu &amp;amp; I saw this band last night at the Recher in Towson.&amp;nbsp; Meaningful because the last time we were at the Recher we saw TR3, well over a year ago.&amp;nbsp; In other words, at that time he was my Music Buddy--platonic through &amp;amp; through--how things have changed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-6079933288233740824?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6079933288233740824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=6079933288233740824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/6079933288233740824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/6079933288233740824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/04/beautiful-world.html' title='Beautiful World'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AOruTiDMdTM/TaepQEjwmcI/AAAAAAAAAbY/HQaaTSZhH6Y/s72-c/orange+blossoms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-4586734580443240911</id><published>2011-04-11T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T16:10:40.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing Lightbulbs and Other Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzQ5TBVrESk/TaNctQAykLI/AAAAAAAAAbU/lf5M8NlLyos/s1600/spin1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzQ5TBVrESk/TaNctQAykLI/AAAAAAAAAbU/lf5M8NlLyos/s1600/spin1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This past weekend was full of so many different experiences--it is hard to believe that I managed to cram it all in.&amp;nbsp; Of course, the bestest was being back out on the water with my boat--we were out practicing for the first time this season &amp;amp; as I've said so many times before, it was like coming home.&amp;nbsp; I was HUGELY nervous going into this Saturday because it had been 6 months since I sailed &amp;amp; that long since I flew the kite.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I was having very vivid dreams up until Saturday that I would fuck up royally.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure these feelings were spurred on by the fact that during one of the last major races of the season, my performance was less than optimal &amp;amp; I injured myself pretty badly (blood all over the deck).&amp;nbsp; I had hit a mental &amp;amp; physical wall during that race &amp;amp; it was creating high anxiety now.&amp;nbsp; But, as things go out on the bay, we had no wind for a good portion of the day so it gave me a chance to ease back into that mode--shake off the cobwebs &amp;amp; focus on what I needed to do--if we ever launched the chute.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Even if we never got airborne, it was just great to be on the water with some of the folks I've grown to enjoy being with--both on &amp;amp; off the water--but we did get wind later on--predicted to fill in about 1 PM &amp;amp; sure enough, (Seamus was right, you ole' dog!) I flew.&amp;nbsp; And for once I figured out what worked--as our coach said--he watches for those lightbulb moments &amp;amp; there mine was!&amp;nbsp; What an AMAZING feeling!&amp;nbsp; And for me flying the kite is one of the greatest feelings--watching it fill to capacity when you first launch--there's just no feeling to describe it--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Part Two is all about the inevitable moving forward of blending our families.&amp;nbsp; Xing Fu asked his youngest if it would be alright if I went with him to a game.&amp;nbsp; His youngest said that was fine &amp;amp; so, of course, I met the ex as well.&amp;nbsp; Nothing too notable--everyone was polite &amp;amp; solicitous&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;At one point his youngest was talking to a friend &amp;amp; they turned to stare at us--I was on display.&amp;nbsp; That was definitely a weird feeling--both for the ex &amp;amp; for the friends....hadn't really experienced that before but I think all went well--another hurdle passed &amp;amp; onward to the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We also managed to get a bit of geocaching in at Cylburn Arboretum--this time my son went with us.&amp;nbsp; Another fun afternoon spent traipsing around the woods--&amp;amp; even though we couldn't find one of them, it was a great bonding experience for the three of us--blending on my side this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'd have to say, this was one of the good ones-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-4586734580443240911?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4586734580443240911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=4586734580443240911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/4586734580443240911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/4586734580443240911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/04/sailing-lightbulbs-and-other-stories.html' title='Sailing Lightbulbs and Other Stories'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wzQ5TBVrESk/TaNctQAykLI/AAAAAAAAAbU/lf5M8NlLyos/s72-c/spin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-7314021257073401952</id><published>2011-04-05T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T20:59:46.921-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anticipation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing season'/><title type='text'>Anticipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K5uX4uSRjds/TZu3bO1YR7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/jt0NcSYpnlo/s1600/sailing1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K5uX4uSRjds/TZu3bO1YR7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/jt0NcSYpnlo/s320/sailing1.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's coming!&amp;nbsp; Most of you out there probably know EXACTLY what I'm talking about.&amp;nbsp; And those who don't...mid-April starts one of my biggest loves (besides Xing Fu)..sailing!&amp;nbsp; I admit it--obsessed...guilty as charged.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Right about now my brain is pretty-much only thinking sailing.&amp;nbsp; It has been a looooooong winter &amp;amp; thankfully this coming Saturday I will be out on the water--practicing &amp;amp; getting ready for our first regattas at the end of the month.&amp;nbsp; Last Saturday I helped clean &amp;amp; get the boat ready for its exodus from being on the hard &amp;amp; back where it belongs--and where I belong---on the water.&amp;nbsp; It is really like coming home--there is always a part missing when we put the boat away for the season &amp;amp; I'm no longer out there.&amp;nbsp; The longing--interminable.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But the wait is over--just being back down in Annapolis with the rest of the crew last weekend was so great.&amp;nbsp; Time to get out the foulies, check that my gloves &amp;amp; hat are in my sailing bag, &amp;amp; Keens are somewhere nearby.&amp;nbsp; Prolly need to pick up some warmer shoes for the spring though--Saturday looks to be only around 58 degrees....still,&amp;nbsp; TIME TO SAIL!!&amp;nbsp; WOOHOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-7314021257073401952?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7314021257073401952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=7314021257073401952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/7314021257073401952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/7314021257073401952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/04/anticipation.html' title='Anticipation'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K5uX4uSRjds/TZu3bO1YR7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/jt0NcSYpnlo/s72-c/sailing1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-2643052564515285166</id><published>2011-04-02T07:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T07:41:31.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pranks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April Fools'/><title type='text'>GOTCHA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fsdxrxBw-w0/TZcLEUw2d8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/Wlsqp0x5BK4/s1600/april+fools.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fsdxrxBw-w0/TZcLEUw2d8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/Wlsqp0x5BK4/s400/april+fools.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-2643052564515285166?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/2643052564515285166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=2643052564515285166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/2643052564515285166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/2643052564515285166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/04/gotcha.html' title='GOTCHA!!!'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fsdxrxBw-w0/TZcLEUw2d8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/Wlsqp0x5BK4/s72-c/april+fools.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-720065672480137557</id><published>2011-04-01T15:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T17:15:04.102-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Husband, Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Life certainly has a way of throwing curve balls (for those of you celebrating Opening Day)!&amp;nbsp; It has been a&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; very&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; interesting few days.&amp;nbsp; I think I will need to rename my blog now because an elopement has occurred &amp;amp; I can no longer say "Baltimore single mom's forays into dating" now, can I?&amp;nbsp; Yep, Xing Fu will now be referred to DH...boy this guy's name has gone through a lot of incarnations(Music Buddy, Xing Fu, DH).&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Surprise!!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Could I possibly say no?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAhyxSj-aow/TZYjhCpXqmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/-Od1ABe_HxA/s1600/elopement2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FAhyxSj-aow/TZYjhCpXqmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/-Od1ABe_HxA/s1600/elopement2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place." - Zora Neale Hurston&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_weOWZia198/TZOLFWU6sQI/AAAAAAAAAa8/58ITEn_h5kE/s1600/bluestar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_weOWZia198/TZOLFWU6sQI/AAAAAAAAAa8/58ITEn_h5kE/s1600/bluestar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;where do you go when you're lonely? &lt;br /&gt;where do you go when you're blue? &lt;br /&gt;where do you go when you're lonely? &lt;br /&gt;i'll follow you &lt;br /&gt;when the stars go blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing with your pretty mouth &lt;br /&gt;laughing with your broken eyes &lt;br /&gt;laughing with your lover's tongue &lt;br /&gt;in a lullabye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do you go when you're lonely? &lt;br /&gt;where do you go when you're blue? &lt;br /&gt;where do you go when you're lonely? &lt;br /&gt;i'll follow you &lt;br /&gt;when the stars go blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;by Ryan Adams &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eh54MWcndB4/TZOLVhYig2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/Fo2SjoKK6LI/s1600/where+do+you+go.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eh54MWcndB4/TZOLVhYig2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/Fo2SjoKK6LI/s320/where+do+you+go.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-6751182335205434563?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/6751182335205434563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=6751182335205434563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/6751182335205434563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/6751182335205434563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-stars-go-blue.html' title='When The Stars Go Blue'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_weOWZia198/TZOLFWU6sQI/AAAAAAAAAa8/58ITEn_h5kE/s72-c/bluestar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-7579393826983794919</id><published>2011-03-29T21:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T21:07:54.730-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geocoin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reconnections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenges'/><title type='text'>Treasures &amp; Challenges or Reality Crashes the Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bcTrrAOyOc/TZKBK5UdTQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/snHWKScYIu8/s1600/geocoin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bcTrrAOyOc/TZKBK5UdTQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/snHWKScYIu8/s1600/geocoin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Escaping the confines of the city was a very good thing--and the best thing was that Xing Fu recognized it as well.&amp;nbsp; He thanked me for nurturing our relationship. Geocaching figured prominently &amp;amp; it was fun to add another activity that we enjoy together.&amp;nbsp; In fact, we found a geocoin--pretty cool--we need to find the right cache to place it in around here.&amp;nbsp; We've included some of our kids &amp;amp; they seem to enjoy it as well--a family activity in the making--bonus!&amp;nbsp; It will be fun to include them in putting the geocoin in the cache.&amp;nbsp; We came back rested, &amp;amp; reconnected which is what I wanted.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-whfnWsvPK6o/TZKBkag_l6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/1FMWHv4qJLM/s1600/snakes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-whfnWsvPK6o/TZKBkag_l6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/1FMWHv4qJLM/s1600/snakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Of course the next big hill to climb is right in front--dealing with a very anxious BF is challenging especially when his immediate reaction is to shut me out &amp;amp; not admit how difficult the next hurdle is for him. Patience is key &amp;amp; I am trying to remind him that I'm in his corner. The last lyrics post is for him--when I listen to the song (youtube embedded at the bottom of the blog) I think of what's going on with him right now.&amp;nbsp; I hope he recognizes that I am there for him &amp;amp; that it is not a weakness to lean on me when he has so much on his plate. When I worked for a company a while back, I used to get so caught up in being the best teacher &amp;amp; behavior manager that I really lost sight of the beauty of teaching &amp;amp; my sense of humor in general.&amp;nbsp; I essentially took myself waaaay too seriously.&amp;nbsp; What I said to Xing Fu was that sometimes not taking yourself so seriously is important.&amp;nbsp; Being wound too tightly as a result can make life difficult needlessly--loosen up &amp;amp; sit back for a second &amp;amp; take a breath.&amp;nbsp; Remind yourself about the joys &amp;amp; humor in life.&amp;nbsp; Following my own advice is hard but I try, I try.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-51CWxthsfBU/TZKBYz9zRxI/AAAAAAAAAa0/eUkXes5RV-4/s1600/snails.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-51CWxthsfBU/TZKBYz9zRxI/AAAAAAAAAa0/eUkXes5RV-4/s320/snails.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-7579393826983794919?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/7579393826983794919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=7579393826983794919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/7579393826983794919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/7579393826983794919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/03/treasures-challenges.html' title='Treasures &amp; Challenges or Reality Crashes the Party'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bcTrrAOyOc/TZKBK5UdTQI/AAAAAAAAAaw/snHWKScYIu8/s72-c/geocoin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-4972962535898603793</id><published>2011-03-28T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T19:35:04.473-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Head and the Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTMD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost in My Mind'/><title type='text'>Lost In My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJIXb1WMtOM/TZEarl5aZBI/AAAAAAAAAas/3FH-vNQuvsE/s1600/theheadheart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJIXb1WMtOM/TZEarl5aZBI/AAAAAAAAAas/3FH-vNQuvsE/s1600/theheadheart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Put your dreams away for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; I won’t see you for some time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; I am lost in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; I get lost in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Momma once told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; You’re already home where you feel love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; I am lost in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; I get lost in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Oh my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Your wisdom is all that I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Oh my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Don’t you worry ‘bout me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Don’t you worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Don’t you worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Don’t worry about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; How’s that bricklayin’ coming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; How’s your engine running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Is that bridge getting built&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Are your hands getting filled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Won’t you tell me my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Cause there are stars up above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; We can start moving forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;from The Head &amp;amp; the Heart&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We saw this band when they opened for Dr. Dog.&amp;nbsp; They were very good &amp;amp; have since seen a lot more airplay especially on WTMD.&amp;nbsp; I highly recommend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-4972962535898603793?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4972962535898603793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=4972962535898603793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/4972962535898603793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/4972962535898603793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/03/lost-in-my-mind.html' title='Lost In My Mind'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJIXb1WMtOM/TZEarl5aZBI/AAAAAAAAAas/3FH-vNQuvsE/s72-c/theheadheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-3024669993208900307</id><published>2011-03-25T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:18:05.623-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='r and r'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting away'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recharging'/><title type='text'>Getting Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YgeKQ10krfg/TY0Fx7Wo0XI/AAAAAAAAAao/iPmyn8tRg1g/s1600/capehenlopen1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YgeKQ10krfg/TY0Fx7Wo0XI/AAAAAAAAAao/iPmyn8tRg1g/s320/capehenlopen1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cape Henlopen State Park&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Getting ready to disappear for the weekend.&amp;nbsp; Going to the beach is a great way just to get away &amp;amp; recharge without taking a huge amount of time.&amp;nbsp; I think I need to do this about every 6 months or so--no pressures, no concerns, do what we like or do nothing (hard for the likes of the two of us).&amp;nbsp; My son will be with his aunt, grandfather &amp;amp; father in Bethesda so this is a good weekend for Xing Fu &amp;amp; I to get away before the sailing season ramps up &amp;amp; we're consumed by regattas.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I also think that it gives our relationship a little shot in the arm.&amp;nbsp; We get so caught up in the everyday of our lives &amp;amp; enjoying our relationship sometimes takes a back seat.&amp;nbsp; I always feel reconnected when we get home &amp;amp; closer to Xing Fu.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't necessarily feel the need--guess he's humoring me but I think he knows that I need it so he does treat it with care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So perhaps some geocaching at Henlopen State Park, a walk to the beach, &amp;amp; maybe nothing more.&amp;nbsp; For me the beach is a way for me to clear my brain.&amp;nbsp; It calls to me...the ocean feels like home even in the dead of winter or early spring.&amp;nbsp; And I can share that with Xing Fu.&amp;nbsp; Just us.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-3024669993208900307?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/3024669993208900307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=3024669993208900307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/3024669993208900307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/3024669993208900307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/03/getting-away.html' title='Getting Away'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YgeKQ10krfg/TY0Fx7Wo0XI/AAAAAAAAAao/iPmyn8tRg1g/s72-c/capehenlopen1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-598534063936740682</id><published>2011-03-21T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:58:57.428-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blending families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acceptance'/><title type='text'>Whir, Whir, Blend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6rJJSSxtoLk/TYflodcwWMI/AAAAAAAAAak/rXH2L2z_xk4/s1600/blendedfamily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6rJJSSxtoLk/TYflodcwWMI/AAAAAAAAAak/rXH2L2z_xk4/s1600/blendedfamily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Families are a fragile thing.&amp;nbsp; As we continue to "normalize" the two families I feel like a quiet acceptance has arisen from all of the children--it's not a bad one like a sigh of resignation.&amp;nbsp; More like an, "OK, so this is what this &lt;i&gt;blended&lt;/i&gt; family thing can be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp; it's ain't so bad."&amp;nbsp; All of us are participating in the March Madness bracket pool--so far Xing Fu &amp;amp; I are tied--damn Syracuse for losing to Marquette--I would've been in the lead!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;However, the best feeling came when Xing Fu told me that his youngest wanted him to call me to see what I was up to on Saturday evening &amp;amp; invite me over---words cannot begin to describe how that makes me feel. It has been a tough year for his kids in particular &amp;amp; to begin to feel a part of their normal weekend is huge.&amp;nbsp; I remember describing how I felt like I was the man behind the curtain like in &lt;i&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/i&gt;. I am glad that I no longer feel that way &amp;amp; I hope his kids are becoming much more comfortable with my presence as well as my son's.&amp;nbsp; My son joined me on Saturday over at Xing Fu's for dinner.&amp;nbsp; Last night I had everyone over for Navarin d'agneau (Spring Lamb Stew).&amp;nbsp; His kids said that eating at my house was an adventure because they will always have something they've never eaten before--their horizons are being expanded.&amp;nbsp; I like that they see that--that I'm contributing to their lives in some way that they hadn't had before.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I also enjoyed watching the interaction between Xing Fu &amp;amp; his kids--they crack me up--Dad is so NOT cool!&amp;nbsp; Funny....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-598534063936740682?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/598534063936740682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=598534063936740682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/598534063936740682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/598534063936740682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/03/whir-whir-blend.html' title='Whir, Whir, Blend'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6rJJSSxtoLk/TYflodcwWMI/AAAAAAAAAak/rXH2L2z_xk4/s72-c/blendedfamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-5894637226809531433</id><published>2011-03-18T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:17:52.020-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chipotle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen money'/><title type='text'>Free and Reduced Meals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3o1_FS2mTAA/TYQEMb3KslI/AAAAAAAAAag/-Kr5oVdQF3k/s1600/chipotle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3o1_FS2mTAA/TYQEMb3KslI/AAAAAAAAAag/-Kr5oVdQF3k/s1600/chipotle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Apparently lunch was on me on Thursday.&amp;nbsp; Went with my co-workers to lunch at Chipotle &amp;amp; as usual I slung my purse on the back of my chair.&amp;nbsp; And as my head was deep in it, I left it there.&amp;nbsp; Stoopid, stoopid me--my first mistake. We had just pulled into the parking lot of our school when I discovered the very important missing item.&amp;nbsp; I quickly called the restaurant, but I guess there was a language barrier or something as I was left on hold for so long that we arrived back to Chipotle's before anyone ever picked up--actually I ran inside &amp;amp; there the person was holding the phone as if there was nothing at all wrong...No one helped me--they all stood there looking at me as if I'd sprouted 10 heads.&amp;nbsp; I was very appalled by the lack of response.&amp;nbsp; So I ran back out to where we'd eaten &amp;amp; asked two ladies who'd been sitting there when we'd left if they saw anything.&amp;nbsp; Nope, Nada.&amp;nbsp; By this time I was in a huge panic because we'd noticed a homeless man hanging out in front of the restaurant when we'd left the first time &amp;amp; he was no longer there.&amp;nbsp; I ran back inside &amp;amp; started asking patrons if they'd turned in a purse.&amp;nbsp; As I was looking around wildly, I noticed a professionally-dressed woman walking from the direction of the restroom &amp;amp; lo &amp;amp; behold she was holding my purse!&amp;nbsp; Perfect!!&amp;nbsp; I called out, "Thank you! Thank you! You found my purse."&amp;nbsp; She said she just saw it sitting &amp;amp; didn't want to pick it up at first because she didn't want anyone to think she'd stolen it.&amp;nbsp; For a split second I thought about offering her a little reward for retrieving it but decided against it because I wouldn't have expected it if I'd found a purse &amp;amp; I didn't want to embarrass her.&amp;nbsp; That was mistake number two.&amp;nbsp; If I had bothered to open the purse there &amp;amp; then I'd have seen that my wallet was laying open &amp;amp; all my cash was gone.&amp;nbsp; All $85 including my little secret $20 stash.&amp;nbsp; Instead, I trusted that people are good &amp;amp; blithely bounced back to the car where my co-worker was waiting for me.&amp;nbsp; It was there where I discovered my violation.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, thankfully she did not take my license, credit cards, or social security card.&amp;nbsp; So I guess lunch really &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; on me...and the brand new silk blouse she picked up at Nordstrom's Rack. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-5894637226809531433?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5894637226809531433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=5894637226809531433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/5894637226809531433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/5894637226809531433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/03/free-and-reduced-meals.html' title='Free and Reduced Meals'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3o1_FS2mTAA/TYQEMb3KslI/AAAAAAAAAag/-Kr5oVdQF3k/s72-c/chipotle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-8094796208717799299</id><published>2011-03-15T23:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:34:07.823-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Between Here and April'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LTR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Book Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z3j3F3l-cbc/TYAY-LEO1fI/AAAAAAAAAac/By0jMrXhYgQ/s1600/bookreading.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z3j3F3l-cbc/TYAY-LEO1fI/AAAAAAAAAac/By0jMrXhYgQ/s1600/bookreading.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As I am often waiting for my kid at certain times: guitar lesson, math tutoring, soccer games, etc., I have been reading books.&amp;nbsp; I am a vociferous reader but don't always have large blocks of time anymore to enjoy a good book.&amp;nbsp; So those little snippets of time have been nice &amp;amp; now, as the weather gets warmer, &amp;amp; the sunlight is longer, it will be especially wonderful to get outside &amp;amp; read.&amp;nbsp; But this really isn't a post about my enjoying a good book, it's really about how these books have called to me recently in some of the passages--how they are so appropriate in parallel to parts of my own life.&amp;nbsp; Right now I am reading a book entitled &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Between Here and April&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; by Deborah Copaken Kogan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I was struck by the following truth found in this passage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Marriage is the one institution I know that doesn't require preparation for matriculation. There are no essays asking us to predict the number of children we will have, if any, and who will take them to the hospital if they bleed.&amp;nbsp; There are no multiple-choice tests forcing us to envisage how our financial partnership might look, or late-night field trips to love's inner sanctums (which from syntax alone--&lt;i&gt;master&lt;/i&gt; bedroom--reveals a lot) to witness sexual politics in action.&amp;nbsp; There are no textbooks offering tips on what to do when the baby is sick, the sitter's on vacation, and both spouses are on deadline; no four-page syllabi containing his-and-her primary source material.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In fact, the only primary source material we're given comes from the most unreliable of sources possible: our own parents.&amp;nbsp; No wonder half of us flunk out." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;On first glance I guess it looks a bit depressing, but I think it just points out that keeping a relationship positive &amp;amp; moving in the right direction takes work.&amp;nbsp; That we need to be aware of the pitfalls &amp;amp; try to remember why we fell in love in the first place. And the fervent wish that there was a manual to make it work.&amp;nbsp; And perhaps the recognition that it can work &amp;amp; be wonderful--even if it takes another attempt, or two, or three...&amp;nbsp; *I always add the caveat that it needn't be a marriage--any LTR or &lt;i&gt;relationship&lt;/i&gt; for that matter counts here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, the book has far more to it than the main character's marriage--there's a bit of a murder mystery as well &amp;amp; an exploration of postpartum depression &amp;amp; pms before such things existed--women's health issues.&amp;nbsp; It is a good book thus far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Between-April-Deborah-Copaken-Kogan/dp/1565125622"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Between-April-Deborah-Copaken-Kogan/dp/1565125622&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Life's full of irony, bubelah.&amp;nbsp; Haven't you learned that by now?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-8094796208717799299?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8094796208717799299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=8094796208717799299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8094796208717799299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8094796208717799299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/03/book-club.html' title='Book Club'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z3j3F3l-cbc/TYAY-LEO1fI/AAAAAAAAAac/By0jMrXhYgQ/s72-c/bookreading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-1938397503784214500</id><published>2011-03-14T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T13:09:22.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacrifice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Chicken Soup for My Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kPdQURqxlhw/TX5K8pMAGcI/AAAAAAAAAaY/gL4TEeF6F-M/s1600/sickness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kPdQURqxlhw/TX5K8pMAGcI/AAAAAAAAAaY/gL4TEeF6F-M/s1600/sickness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I spent the entire weekend sick in bed with a nasty stomach bug.&amp;nbsp; Seems that I inherited it from my kid but mine is far worse than his was.&amp;nbsp; Certainly not one of my greatest moments--I think I spent most of Saturday pretty much unconscious &amp;amp; a good portion of Sunday unable to do much more.&amp;nbsp; I hate when weekends are wasted; especially weekends that are the ones Xing Fu &amp;amp; I spend together--he spent the weekend caring for me &amp;amp; by extension my son.&amp;nbsp; I guess that can be considered a true test of a relationship--seeing someone in their not so attractive state.&amp;nbsp; And getting up with them at 2AM to hold their hair &amp;amp; the garbage can.&amp;nbsp; I think at one point I asked him why he was here--he could be off doing a million other things but he said that he needed to be there for me &amp;amp; that I'd do the same for him (which is very true).&amp;nbsp; That was very nice to hear because I really couldn't do much more than lie in bed &amp;amp; moan.&amp;nbsp; At least there was a lot of basketball this weekend--so I didn't feel entirely guilty since there were at least 3 games that kept Xing Fu close by my HD TV.&amp;nbsp; Plus the NCAA selection for March Madness last night.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But ultimately what was so wonderful was that he was there for me--pushed liquids, brought me ice which has been about the only thing I've been able to keep down, brushed my hair back to see if I was running a fever, brought me flowers &amp;amp; helped me take care of my kid (making dinner on both Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday evenings).&amp;nbsp; And I still beat him at Scrabble!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OIepJrV5SLo/TX5KxbhmweI/AAAAAAAAAaU/OZjkfwdgcCI/s1600/card2812-380x226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OIepJrV5SLo/TX5KxbhmweI/AAAAAAAAAaU/OZjkfwdgcCI/s320/card2812-380x226.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I remember writing in the past about being sick &amp;amp; miserable, contemplating my navel--but what I didn't ever talk about was the alone part--of no one checking in on me.&amp;nbsp; It was comforting not to be alone &amp;amp; knowing that there was someone watching over me when I was probably not at my best &amp;amp; certainly not at my most romantic. And to top it all off--I haven't been the nicest recently--he's been working a lot of extra hours &amp;amp; that's been hard for me to deal with--so the fact that he has stuck by me when I haven't been such a great &amp;amp; understanding GF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;is a big deal--one that won't get lost on me.&amp;nbsp; I will do better.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I am contemplating my navel after all--can't seem to get past being sick without spending some time poking around down there....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-1938397503784214500?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/1938397503784214500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=1938397503784214500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/1938397503784214500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/1938397503784214500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/03/chicken-soup-for-my-soul.html' title='Chicken Soup for My Soul'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kPdQURqxlhw/TX5K8pMAGcI/AAAAAAAAAaY/gL4TEeF6F-M/s72-c/sickness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-8211265947751106125</id><published>2011-03-11T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:26:24.548-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating in your 40&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>On-line Dating Trials &amp; Tribulations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qT_bzLPNKAg/TXqYsiGGbsI/AAAAAAAAAaM/lbg0tNlAxco/s1600/onlinedating2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qT_bzLPNKAg/TXqYsiGGbsI/AAAAAAAAAaM/lbg0tNlAxco/s1600/onlinedating2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Someone asked me recently (I think it was Xing Fu--probably was..), if I remembered all of my 50 first dates.&amp;nbsp; I thought about a little bit--and I think I remember most of them--I have a certain fondness for them all...a slight nostalgia if you will.&amp;nbsp; Do I miss it?&amp;nbsp; Mebbe a teensy, tinesy, little bit.&amp;nbsp; But so little that I hardly miss it.&amp;nbsp; It was a hugely interesting time in my life--not always all that fun, mind you, but most definitely, &lt;i&gt;interesting.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;In fact, a guy I think I went out with way, way, back circa 2006 or 2007, tried to friend me on Facebook recently.&amp;nbsp; Ewww. Most of the dudes were nice--I think out of all of the dates I've been on there were only a few total bombs.&amp;nbsp; Not a bad track record. And most of those dates were from on-line dating sites.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I remember way back when in my college days reading the ISO adds &amp;amp; how anyone who did the on-line dating thing was desperate.&amp;nbsp; How that perspective has shifted.&amp;nbsp; I think I never would have met the breadth of guys that I did if not for the computer--never would have happened prior to the popularity of the online sites--I think I hit it at the right time--seemed to start to be a very acceptable vehicle to meet guys around the time of my divorce--2005. Quite sure I wouldn't have gone out as much either.&amp;nbsp; So that certainly is one positive for the online thing--perhaps the distance has skewed my perspective...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, I was inspired to write this post because I was reading a Facebook friend's own online trials via her wall posts &amp;amp; she posted this afternoon "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Call  me old school, but when a guy is trying to date me, I still like to  talk on phone before a first date, not just texting! WTF LOL"&amp;nbsp; I think a phone conversation can be a good thing--gives an opportunity to see what you're getting into so to speak, but I got to the point that if all the dude did was talk or text &amp;amp; never actually asked me out, then that was a supreme waste of my time.&amp;nbsp; So cutting back on the phone or texting chatter made a lot of sense to me--just cut to the chase, dammit!!&amp;nbsp; I got to the point where I would say in an online correspondence, "Not much into chatting on the phone, more interested in meeting face-to-face &amp;amp; seeing if there's a connection."&amp;nbsp; Most guys appreciated that--if you ain't a good fit, better to find out real quick then to have planned your entire life together out via texts &amp;amp; emails &amp;amp; phone convos--that happened to me a few times--eventually I got smart about it.&amp;nbsp; Cus once you met &amp;amp; there was no connection, well, what are you left with?&amp;nbsp; Hours &amp;amp; hours of wasted time--being in my 40's --not interested in wasting that kind of time. &amp;nbsp; I wanna get to the good stuff!&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately for my online life there wasn't much beyond the first meeting.&amp;nbsp; Ah well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8frlyAcLcCQ/TXrCg242qhI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/df9oMnfvwQY/s1600/onlinedating4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8frlyAcLcCQ/TXrCg242qhI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/df9oMnfvwQY/s1600/onlinedating4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But I still insist that online is a great way to meet folk.&amp;nbsp; I certainly had those highs (Amsterdam) &amp;amp; lows (car break-down after Cirque de Soleil).&amp;nbsp; But in my case it was really "old school"--actually away from my puter--that was ultimately successful for me.&amp;nbsp; Xing Fu once said that this online dating thing was kinda scary--this was after I sent him the email from a dude on Match.com who let me know how much he liked my earrings.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, scary but also other-worldly.&amp;nbsp; I look back on it now &amp;amp; it's surreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-8211265947751106125?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8211265947751106125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=8211265947751106125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8211265947751106125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8211265947751106125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-line-dating-trials-tribulations.html' title='On-line Dating Trials &amp; Tribulations'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qT_bzLPNKAg/TXqYsiGGbsI/AAAAAAAAAaM/lbg0tNlAxco/s72-c/onlinedating2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-8515395828219224849</id><published>2011-03-07T10:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T11:15:47.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost loves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iron and Wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tree By The River'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>Time Isn't Kind or Unkind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-w-n9aObi3ho/TXT7MNfDbcI/AAAAAAAAAaI/D99VXbUH5j8/s1600/treeriver1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-w-n9aObi3ho/TXT7MNfDbcI/AAAAAAAAAaI/D99VXbUH5j8/s1600/treeriver1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time isn't kind or unkind, you liked to say. &lt;br /&gt;But I wonder to who and &lt;br /&gt;what it is you're saying today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Anne, do you remember &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tree by the river &lt;br /&gt;when we were seventeen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark canyon road, I was coy in the half-moon; &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy just to be with you, &lt;br /&gt;and you were happy for me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tree By The River&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-By Iron &amp;amp; Wine&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;At home with my sick boy today &amp;amp; have been thinking about this song a lot recently.&amp;nbsp; The imagery catches me most of all--I love Iron &amp;amp; Wine--have for a while &amp;amp; I especially love the cover of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Such Great Heights&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; which I've written about on this blog quite &lt;/span&gt;a few times.&amp;nbsp; I am especially taken by the the line, "Time isn't kind or or unkind."&amp;nbsp; I think that is especially true.&amp;nbsp; People like to say that "time heals all wounds," to use a well-worn phrase, but does it?&amp;nbsp; For me, time sometimes &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; unkind.&amp;nbsp; If I'm in the middle of a conflict, and it can't be resolved right away, or if there's something that I need to talk to someone about that's serious &amp;amp; I can't speak to them until much, much later, well time is my enemy.&amp;nbsp; I tend to sit &amp;amp; overthink whatever is going on &amp;amp; that is. not. good.&amp;nbsp; System overload.&amp;nbsp; But the flip-side to that is that time is kind--&amp;amp; yes, that hackneyed phrase works--kids learn to deal with their parents' divorces &amp;amp; accept change, for example--that takes time. Time isn't kind or unkind--it is both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the entire song paints a beautiful picture of young love &amp;amp; looking back on it years down the road &amp;amp; possibly after many other relationships as well.&amp;nbsp; I know I wonder about my first true love &amp;amp; what he's like &amp;amp; doing today.&amp;nbsp; Not enough to actively find out--but I'm curious to know what kind of person he is now from when we were 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, feeling a bit nostalgic today--whatcha' gonna do but embrace it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-8515395828219224849?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/8515395828219224849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=8515395828219224849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8515395828219224849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/8515395828219224849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-isnt-kind-or-unkind.html' title='Time Isn&apos;t Kind or Unkind'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-w-n9aObi3ho/TXT7MNfDbcI/AAAAAAAAAaI/D99VXbUH5j8/s72-c/treeriver1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-5745384998955397932</id><published>2011-03-06T09:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T12:04:42.011-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep down true'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blending families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive adult relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>deep down true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vqLHnf0do08/TXMabfd8o5I/AAAAAAAAAaE/dR9TfVfz9Hw/s1600/deepdowntrue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vqLHnf0do08/TXMabfd8o5I/AAAAAAAAAaE/dR9TfVfz9Hw/s1600/deepdowntrue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"I did good," Morgan said, "up till the vows.&amp;nbsp; Up till the&amp;nbsp; 'death do us part' part.&amp;nbsp; And I thought, 'He said this same thing to Mom, and he didn't mean it.&amp;nbsp; How come anyone believes him now?'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "He did mean it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Yeah, right," she snorted.&amp;nbsp; "And look where &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; got us." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Morgan, I'm not going to start defending your father," Dana said quietly. "But I was there 15 years ago when he said it the first time, and I know he meant it.&amp;nbsp; He had every intention, and so did I.&amp;nbsp; But sometimes the best of intentions just don't work out.&amp;nbsp; A lot of times they do, but sometimes they don't."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;deep down true&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; by Juliette Fay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Just finished reading this book &amp;amp; I was quite taken by the above excerpt.&amp;nbsp; It made me think about when my own folks got divorced. One minute we were this intact family &amp;amp; the next minute, that was blown to bits.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty tough especially when both my parents were with different people &amp;amp; not each other--children have a hard time with having to give up the idea that their parents won't be "happily ever after."&amp;nbsp; So when I read this--I was transported back to the day when my dad got remarried &amp;amp; how hard that was for me.&amp;nbsp; I'm on the other side of that now &amp;amp; I guess I'd kinda forgotten what that was like.&amp;nbsp; And even though my kid has had a few years to adjust to the idea of mom &amp;amp; dad not together (and thankfully he wasn't at my ex's wedding), I know that it was hard for him to accept someone not his mom at times &amp;amp; not his dad with me.&amp;nbsp; So why am I talking about all of this?&amp;nbsp; Well, recently I've been writing about how Xing Fu &amp;amp; I are blending our families together more &amp;amp; more and how well it's been going.&amp;nbsp; And it has.&amp;nbsp; I spent Friday evening with him &amp;amp; his kids (my own kid was at his best friend's house) and we had a very nice evening.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But I guess my message here is to our kids:&amp;nbsp; I know what it's like to all of a sudden see your parents kiss another person who is not your mom or dad, even if you rarely or ever saw your parents kiss in the first place (extreme unhappiness in a marriage tends to kill those things &amp;amp; kids don't necessarily see the whole picture).&amp;nbsp; I remember thinking similar thoughts about my dad like the excerpt above.&amp;nbsp; And the mom's response from the story above is very true--sometimes it is happily ever after &amp;amp; when moms &amp;amp; dads say it the first time they really do mean it.&amp;nbsp; I know I had the best of intentions when my ex &amp;amp; I first said "I do."&amp;nbsp; I fought to hold on to our marriage tooth &amp;amp; nail because I didn't want to end up like my parents--but I couldn't anymore &amp;amp; still be me--I hated who I was in my marriage &amp;amp; I knew that I couldn't be in it anymore.&amp;nbsp; I think if you asked my son if he wishes his mom &amp;amp; dad were back together his initial response would be yes, because everyone wants their parents together.&amp;nbsp; But very quickly after he thought a minute he'd probably say "No Way!" And then proceed to tell how much easier it is to live with one very happy parent then two who appear to hate each other &amp;amp; never spoke a positive or happy word to each other in his presence anyway--what kind of modeling for positive adult relationships is that?&amp;nbsp; Now what he sees are two adults who obviously care very deeply for &amp;amp; are very happy with one another--and &lt;i&gt;that's&lt;/i&gt; the kind of relationship I want him to model when he gets married.&amp;nbsp; So yeah, I do have some regret &amp;amp; now it's very fleeting, but I think that the choice I made was definitely for the best, even if at first it is harder on the kids.&amp;nbsp; Deep down true.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;*Here's a link if you want to buy the book--I highly recommend it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Deep-Down-True-Juliette-Fay/dp/014311851X"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Deep-Down-True-Juliette-Fay/dp/014311851X&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-5745384998955397932?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5745384998955397932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=5745384998955397932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/5745384998955397932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/5745384998955397932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/03/deep-down-true.html' title='deep down true'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vqLHnf0do08/TXMabfd8o5I/AAAAAAAAAaE/dR9TfVfz9Hw/s72-c/deepdowntrue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-4068842091021629228</id><published>2011-03-03T16:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T20:09:21.828-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arguments'/><title type='text'>9 Words Women Use</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-y4_Zk5aBcYQ/TXAFWZNWHwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/vCjY3sIycuM/s1600/arguecouple1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-y4_Zk5aBcYQ/TXAFWZNWHwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/vCjY3sIycuM/s1600/arguecouple1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Xing Fu sent this to me yesterday--I wonder if it was in response to the little argument we had on Sunday....all I know is that after reading it I had to laugh--and forward it to others because....IT IS SO TRUE!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Also, I recognized a few from our little tiff--pretty sure I said, fine, whatever, followed by a loud sigh.&amp;nbsp; Xing Fu also informed me that he was going to shrink it to wallet size &amp;amp; make copies for himself &amp;amp; my son....So here goes....opinions are always welcomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400080; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400080; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="ecxMsoNormalTable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0in 0in 0in 0in;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400080; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Five Minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400080; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;If  she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only  five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the  game before helping around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;(3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400080; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;This  is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be  on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;(4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400080; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Go Ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400080; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;(5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400080; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Loud Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400080; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;This  is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood  by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why  she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about  nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;(6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400080; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;That's Okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400080; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;This  is one of the most dangerous statements&amp;nbsp;a women&amp;nbsp;can make to a man.  That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how  and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;(7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400080; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400080; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;A  woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're  welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says  'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at  all. DO NOT say 'you're&amp;nbsp;welcome' .&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;will bring on a 'whatever')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;(8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400080; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400080; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Is a woman's way of saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400080; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;GO TO HELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;(9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400080; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Don't worry about it, I got it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #002060; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400080; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Another  dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a  man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later  result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to  # 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;* Send this to the men you know, to warn them about arguments they can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #400080; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a13f00; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;avoid if they remember the terminology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-4068842091021629228?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/4068842091021629228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=4068842091021629228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/4068842091021629228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/4068842091021629228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/03/9-words-women-use.html' title='9 Words Women Use'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-y4_Zk5aBcYQ/TXAFWZNWHwI/AAAAAAAAAaA/vCjY3sIycuM/s72-c/arguecouple1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-5246522052663010502</id><published>2011-02-28T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T16:01:09.269-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8X10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumpstaphunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orgone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='besties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic Flute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans Funk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mozart'/><title type='text'>Music Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Big music weekend.&amp;nbsp; What was cool was that the music we saw was from opposite ends of the spectrum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Friday night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LzXtdKfA9Bk/TWrE4M2c7MI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/E0RTjGYiL2o/s1600/Dumpstaphun2-25-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LzXtdKfA9Bk/TWrE4M2c7MI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/E0RTjGYiL2o/s320/Dumpstaphun2-25-11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Put it in the Dumpsta!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;All of the friends (BFF(A) &amp;amp; husband, BFF(J) &amp;amp; husband, myself &amp;amp; Xing Fu), went down to the 8X10 to listen to a New Orleans Funk band with a bunch of the Neville Brothers playing: Dumpstaphunk.&amp;nbsp; We also caught the tail-end of another great band from L.A. called Orgone.&amp;nbsp; Great horns.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed the groove, danced a bunch, and then remembered that it was almost the beginning of Mardi Gras--(March 8th is Fat Tuesday)--even better.&amp;nbsp; It was a great time with the besties, even if we had to hike to BFF(J)'s hubby's car about 3 miles away...&amp;amp; me without my jacket. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Saturday Night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dbVMYUxfHg0/TWrLGO6uTHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vNmCGAPsqGw/s1600/magicflute1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dbVMYUxfHg0/TWrLGO6uTHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vNmCGAPsqGw/s1600/magicflute1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We went to see a "semi-staged" production of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Magic Flute&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; at the BSO&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Xing Fu had never been to the opera &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp; I thought that this might be a good intro as he loves Mozart (as do I) and that it was a bit condensed (narrator for the in-between bits) as opposed to the entire performance.&amp;nbsp; The leads wore costumes &amp;amp; it was actually quite humorous as they interacted with the narrator &amp;amp; at one point Papageno flirted with the conductor.&amp;nbsp; The Queen of the Night's second aria was just amazing--the skill needed for that particular piece--&amp;nbsp; After it was over, Xing Fu accused me of taking him to a chick flick---hardly--women are considered secondary supports &amp;amp; evil (Queen of the Night)--hardly a chick flick theme...ah well.&amp;nbsp; Regardless of his erroneous conclusions, we had a good time &amp;amp; met one of his friends from work afterward for dessert--finally had the flan &amp;amp; creme brulee we've been after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I think Xing Fu said it best in the following email I received this morning: "Good friends, good music, good food, good times together."&amp;nbsp; Yup--my response was that we've enjoyed many such weekends &amp;amp; will have many more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7542583786623485445-5246522052663010502?l=boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/feeds/5246522052663010502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7542583786623485445&amp;postID=5246522052663010502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/5246522052663010502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7542583786623485445/posts/default/5246522052663010502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyfriendplease-sailorgrl.blogspot.com/2011/02/music-madness.html' title='Music Madness'/><author><name>Lynn Crosby</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/101220943352764245847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z7FG-o1tHCk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uJ2219IAmY4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LzXtdKfA9Bk/TWrE4M2c7MI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/E0RTjGYiL2o/s72-c/Dumpstaphun2-25-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7542583786623485445.post-1908779346442032734</id><published>2011-02-22T21:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T21:18:47.485-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blending families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiet evenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geocaching'/><title type='text'>Scary Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_gw5DPsMXgg/TWRrVm1sKnI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Rk_LOZcjoX0/s1600/monster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_gw5DPsMXgg/TWRrVm1sKnI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Rk_LOZcjoX0/s1600/monster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Last post I talked about how I sometimes felt we were stagnated regarding moving our families together.&amp;nbsp; After writing that post I fretted a bit about broaching the topic with Xing Fu--he is very sensitive to his kids' ability to handle these changes &amp;amp; he has been pretty reluctant to move forward sometimes.&amp;nbsp; But I decided to talk to him about it as we'd already planned a small activity on Sunday leading up to dinner on Sunday evening.&amp;nbsp; Happily he was receptive to my ideas &amp;amp; so on Saturday evening I went to his place &amp;amp; spent a quiet evening with him &amp;amp; his kids.&amp;nbsp; I think it went quite well, actually.&amp;nbsp; I brought a couple games with me: &lt;i&gt;Bananagrams&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;Anomia&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I want to think that I'm not coming off as trying too hard but I felt that having something to do rather than just sitting &amp;amp; watching TV was important.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;At first just he &amp;amp; I played &amp;amp; then everyone else got in on the act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I hope everyone else felt similarly; that it was successful--Xing Fu did, so that was certainly key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;On Sunday we took a little time in the afternoon to go geocaching--just with one of his kids as the rest of ours were otherwise occupado.&amp;nbsp; It was great fun &amp;amp; I think again bridged the gap from stranger to I hope, at least friend.&amp;nbsp; When this all began, I felt that I was this big, scary monster to his kids--and perhaps I was--but as we've integrated things more &amp;amp; more, it is getting easier--I just hope we are able to continue the forward momentum.&amp;nbsp; I don't think there's any going back to the scary monster--I just hope that we all continue to grow together...and perhaps grow fond of one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Been reading some advice columns on blending families &amp;amp; thus far it seems that Xing Fu &amp;amp; I are on the right track..I know that it won't always be easy, &amp;amp; it hasn't but I feel very positive about how we're doing.&amp;nb
