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  • I understand. I have seen both sides - right now I have access to any healthcare I want (in addition to that which I need), but it wasn't always that way: I grew up in a government-subsidized apartment, with the government medical card, public schooling, and free lunches at school, and my parents got checks as their cash, and so on. And then I went to live in Germany for 8 years on my own and saw the German (as it was in the mid 1980's to mid 1990's) system of public benefits - and I benefitted from that, too, even while I was a foreign citizen!. So I have actually lived both ends of it.

    Now I am facing, slowly, a life of supporting Third, which will make hubby and I think and feel and solve problems in ways yet unknown to us, and I see how the families of adult-severely affected special-needs folks manage (or not) around here.

    And I have seen how hubby has worked his ass off to get where he is today, and I remember how my own father (sucking down government benefits all the while) was simply a lazy shit and let my mother do the heavy lifting to move him off benefits because she is a proud woman and while grateful for the needed help, wouldn't take one more cent than necessary (and HE was the American while my mom still has German citizenship).

    I have now been involved with two different types of churches, both of which I love dearly: one very, very conservative, and now one very, very lefty. They both have points in their favor.

    I don't have problems with the social end of stuff, just the amount and degree and delivery style, and I ruminate much on these issues.

    If I am pissed at the offerings at the polls, I vote Libertarian Party.

    And I would write more, but is just past the time I should be getting Third up for another school day... so until soon, badger!
    I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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    • decameron or χρόνια δέκα

      B: roast chicken portion, skin on; walnut; coffee
      L: IF
      S: champagne (vale for leaving head honcho)
      D: roast beef, carrots, sprouts; cheese; 0.6 bottle red wine

      A hundred stories told over ten years or just one, told by two, and then three, voices? Today is our wedding anniversary. Ten years.
      Here's how we met:
      I was an early adopter of internet dating, back when the internet was shiny and new as I wanted to date, not meet sleazy drunks in bars. I went through a few cycles of dating guys met through the site, but one guy's emails made my heart beat faster than any other had and, after a month of emails and hour-long phone calls, I met the animator for the first time. I knew I had to meet him to dispell all of my fevered imaginings about how wonderful he was. His witty, sensitive emails had set an impossibly high standard. Then those long, long phone calls where neither of us had wanted to hang up even though it was one in the morning - we were too busy discussing art or theatre or my work or his...we had lots in common, but also so much of our experiences were new to each other - those phone calls were the animator's voice was soft and his laugh hearty had me thinking impossible thoughts. I had to meet him. We arranged to meet at Angel Station. So that we'd recognise each other I said I'd wear my devil horns (bought for a halloween costume) he said he'd wear antlers. Improbably, I'd imagined that these would be Herne the Hunter-esque; in hindsight, I realise this says more about the workings of my unconscious than I care to admit. In fact the animator was wearing novelty fluffy reindeer horns, bless.
      We repaired to a nearby pub and then on to The Old Red Lion pub/theatre to have another drink and see the animator's colleague in an am-dram production. The attraction wasn't instantaneous. I remember looking at him very carefully after the second drink thinking: right then, I'd better work out whether or not I fancy him before I get drunk; but if I don't then I'd better be sure because I'm probably passing up the chance of a lifetime, he's wonderful.
      After the play we went to a noodle bar for dinner and a bottle of wine. Half way through I helped myself to another brimming glass, only to remember my manners and fill his glass to spilling point too. Apparently, it was at this point that the animator decided that yes he really liked me; to this day I don't understand why.
      Neither of us wanted the evening to end and a lost minicab driver and the offer of a bottle of vodka conspired to ensure that he came home with me, even though it was a school night. We slept, yes really. Got up the next day, Friday, and went bleary-eyed to our respective offices. We saw each other again on Saturday, then the following Monday. Within two weeks the animator told me he loved me: around 11 at night, while we sat waiting for a tube at Piccadilly Circus, northbound Bakerloo line platform. Within three months we were living together; eighteen months after we first met we were married.
      Not quite a whirlwind, but close enough.

      I wrote this on the advent of the fifth anniversary of our meeting:
      I was sitting in a north London pub opposite you. I gave myself a stern talking to Ė be sure: be sure before you drink any more and certainty becomes proportional to blood-alcohol levels. So, perhaps your recollections of me being stony faced and silent arenít too far from the truth. You see I had already half fallen for you, as silly as I knew that was. I donít talk on the phone easily to people I donít know well, yet we talked for hours. I donít like staying up late on a school night, but I gladly talked to you until the Cinderella hour. I needed to burst my bubble. I needed to wake up from my dream, I told myself. I needed to meet you. So I stared at you intently, weighed every word you said, looked for cracks.
      And then? Well, somewhere between the second and third pint I relaxed and decided to just ride the wave. The play we saw was beyond strange and the acting was terrible. Oddly, that helped us make the date a success, I think. And when it was over and neither of us wanted the date to be over so we went for dinner.
      Your misstep of choosing a chain restaurant was swiftly followed by mine Ė filling my own wine glass to the brim, remembering my manners (such as they were) and filling yours until the wine spilt. Somehow these mishaps were endearing. In fact, months later, you told me it was then that you were sure about me. I relaxed.
      We got a minicab, but the driver had no clue where he was going and in the muddle I realised we were closer to my house than yours and so it was that the evening continued into morning Ė with tumblers full of Black Label Smirnoff that we both had the wisdom to leave undrunk. Wrapped in your arms, I slept fitfully until it was time to head to work.
      E-mail followed during the day as I knew it would, never fearing that kissing you goodbye on the Bakerloo line train would be our last kiss. I returned home that evening to discover your silver chain and pendants wrapped around my bedpost. But I had only the faintest idea that your fingers were already entwined around my heart.
      We look young in the photos taken just a month or two later on the Isle of Wight. Facing the camera head on we already seem so certain. I know I was. Of course life or fate or whatever you want to call it had some nasty surprises for us. It hasnít been easy, has it? But I wouldnít swap any of it for not having met you.
      Hereís to reaching double figures.

      And here we are. Eleven years together, ten married and a nearly five-year-old child. On the other side of the world. When I remember those certainties I feel a little like crying for our loss of faith. It's been such a very hard, uphill road. Here's to ten more years. Downhill all the way, please.
      I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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      • A good weekend for family, relationship and my new sideline project, but a bad weekend for primleo eating. I've gone into mini-business making cakes for co-workers and friends. It's minimally profitable, but it does involve a bit of tasting. I'm fasting today to get clean of all the sugary nonsense.

        Sofa is in place and has already transformed our family togetherness, albeit I sprawl on the sofa and the husband prefers the remaining armchair and declares my new best friend, Chester Field, to be hard and lumpy. 'Fie!' Say I, 'look at the beauty.' Husband admits that Mr Field is a very handsome specimen.
        I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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        • Hooray for family togetherness.
          Annie Ups the Ante
          http://www.marksdailyapple.com/forum/thread117711.html

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          • B: chicken bone broth, coffee
            L: IF
            D: small bowl of beef daube (tomato, carrot, onion, garlic, red wine); dried fruit - pear, apricots; stilton
            Exercise - not much. Walked for an hour all up.
            Cake orders are coming in thick and fast. A surprise!
            I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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            • Originally posted by badgergirl View Post
              Cake orders are coming in thick and fast. A surprise!
              People are addicted.

              But that's all to your benefit.
              Annie Ups the Ante
              http://www.marksdailyapple.com/forum/thread117711.html

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              • B: coffee and a bowl of bone broth
                L: IF
                D: tuna mayo, stilton, dried fruit
                I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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                • Originally posted by badgergirl View Post
                  the husband prefers the remaining armchair and declares my new best friend, Chester Field
                  Love it! Chester Field...! (both the moniker and the couch)
                  I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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                  • Stress at work this week. Lots of stress and lots of crazy - even more than usual - but at least I have verbal confirmation that my contract will be renewed in January, so we won't be destitute.
                    Yesterday:
                    B: yoghurt, coffee
                    L: lots of protein-heavy salads (work catering): bit of salmon, bit of chicken, lot of beef
                    D: lamb burger, salad; apple
                    I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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                    • Work catering again. Bigwig week continues apace...
                      B: yoghurt, walnuts, coffee
                      L: tuna mayo wrap innards, chicken mayo wrap innards, two mini burger innards, slice of steak, strawberry, mango cubes
                      D: T-bone steak, carrots, beet salad, broc
                      I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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                      • W/e was challenging, but compliant in quality, if not quantity.
                        Today
                        B: yoghurt, coffee
                        L: chicken, salmon, cheese, five hazelnuts (yep, catering leftovers)
                        D: broc and beetroot steamed in dash of soy sauce, raw red capsicum, apple

                        Rescued, I hope, by the spartan supper.

                        I've ballooned in the past ten weeks. CICO working against me. Bingeing. Binge drinking. It's not difficult to see where the lard came from (or where it has landed; I've got lovely big breasts, every cloud and so forth, to go with my pillowy belly and thighs).

                        Anyway, today I thought my strength and self-worth come from within. I've been trying to find an external source and, as is the way of these things, failed.
                        Last edited by badgergirl; 11-18-2012, 11:40 PM.
                        I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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                        • Got more exercise than I had bargained for by taking a different route to work, walking from North Melbourne, and got a bit sidetracked on Gertrude St. C'est la vie.
                          B: yoghurt, banana, walnuts, coffee
                          L: green salad with flakes of salmon and a couple of potato slices (the very last of the catering)
                          D: yellow thai curried chicken, spinach, capsicum, courgette

                          New patchwork photos to follow soon!
                          I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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                          • Originally posted by badgergirl View Post
                            Got more exercise than I had bargained for by taking a different route to work, walking from North Melbourne, and got a bit sidetracked on Gertrude St. C'est la vie.
                            B: yoghurt, banana, walnuts, coffee
                            L: green salad with flakes of salmon and a couple of potato slices (the very last of the catering)
                            D: yellow thai curried chicken, spinach, capsicum, courgette

                            New patchwork photos to follow soon!
                            I got a bit sidetracked on my walk today, too. Your food looks good today, have you a recipe for your chicken? Looking forward to the patchwork photos. A.
                            Annie Ups the Ante
                            http://www.marksdailyapple.com/forum/thread117711.html

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                            • Progress - quilting progress

                              Also, note Mr C Field's cameo appearance!



                              I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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                              • Great piecing on your quilt top! All of your corners look very sharp.... awesome job! Do you do your own quilting or do you have someone do it for you?

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