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Post by rizzuto on Sept 23, 2023 10:30:36 GMT -5
Missed the game last night, as my old college roommate texted me that he told his wife he wanted a divorce. So, we went to a place called the Voodoo Brew Pub to put thirty years of marriage into perspective. I must admit, he is a more resolved man than me. There is no way I would have been married to his spouse. Not that I needed the reminder, but Sarah and I were so lucky in our relationship, or maybe we were just made for each other, or perhaps we were just more focused on treating each other with more love and care and attention and devotion than some treat complete strangers and colleagues.
Supposedly, familiarity breeds contempt; for us, it bred a deeper appreciation for the individual person and our faults became endearments. Sad for my friend, but he deserves - at the very minimum - to leave work and arrive at a peaceful home. My home with Sarah (or as Billy Joel wrote, "You are my home") was always a place of peace and laughter.
Lance sampled the Voodoo Brew Pub's craft beer, which he really liked, and I went for a Mojito and then a couple Old Fashioned's. The Mojito was not well crafted, with the mint used for mere decoration, not for the authentic flavoring, which I believe came out of a bottle. The Old Fashioned's were much better.
I skimmed through the recorded game because my bed was calling me. Man, is this a different team when Judge even get an double early. The energy of the team just surges. Of course, last night all we needed was Judge. Good to see Florial with a couple doubles. I wish he had just played centerfield the entire year out of Spring Training. I don't worry with him out there. Volpe looks tired. The MLB season must be an adjustment, even with charter flights and four- and five-star hotels. The Dream Weaver held his own, and Brito was once again solidly representative.
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Post by kaybli on Sept 23, 2023 10:32:05 GMT -5
Missed the game last night, as my old college roommate texted me that he told his wife he wanted a divorce. So, we went to a place called the Voodoo Brew Pub to put thirty years of marriage into perspective. I must admit, he is a more resolved man than me. There is no way I would have been married to his spouse. Not that I needed the reminder, but Sarah and I were so lucky in our relationship, or maybe we were just made for each other, or perhaps we were just more focused on treating each other with more love and care and attention and devotion than some treat complete strangers and colleagues. Supposedly, familiarity breeds contempt; for us, it bred a deeper appreciation for the individual person and our faults became endearments. Sad for my friend, but he deserves - at the very minimum - to leave work and arrive at a peaceful home. My home with Sarah (or as Billy Joel wrote, "You are my home") was always a place of peace and laughter. Lance sampled the Voodoo Brew Pub's craft beer, which he really liked, and I went for a Mojito and then a couple Old Fashioned's. The Mojito was not well crafted, with the mint used for mere decoration, not for the authentic flavoring, which I believe came out of a bottle. The Old Fashioned's were much better. I skimmed through the recorded game because my bed was calling me. Man, is this a different team when Judge even get an double early. The energy of the team just surges. Of course, last night all we needed was Judge. Good to see Florial with a couple doubles. I wish he had just played centerfield the entire year out of Spring Training. I don't worry with him out there. Volpe looks tired. The MLB season must be an adjustment, even with charter flights and four- and five-star hotels. The Dream Weaver held his own, and Brito was once again solidly representative. Sorry to hear about your buddy. At least he has you as support. |
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Post by inger on Sept 23, 2023 10:36:48 GMT -5
Buying an ice cream with a Red Sox label is.... a choice.  Years ago, a lot of stuff in New England had the Red Sox on their labels. I don't notice it that much now. Ate a lot of Yaz Bread when we would visit Vermont in the late 60's. And yet, somehow you didn’t develop breasts. Impressive… |
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Post by inger on Sept 23, 2023 10:39:31 GMT -5
Stanton actually beats out a throw! Did the throw come from Citi-Field? LOL… |
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Post by rizzuto on Sept 23, 2023 10:45:48 GMT -5
Missed the game last night, as my old college roommate texted me that he told his wife he wanted a divorce. So, we went to a place called the Voodoo Brew Pub to put thirty years of marriage into perspective. I must admit, he is a more resolved man than me. There is no way I would have been married to his spouse. Not that I needed the reminder, but Sarah and I were so lucky in our relationship, or maybe we were just made for each other, or perhaps we were just more focused on treating each other with more love and care and attention and devotion than some treat complete strangers and colleagues. Supposedly, familiarity breeds contempt; for us, it bred a deeper appreciation for the individual person and our faults became endearments. Sad for my friend, but he deserves - at the very minimum - to leave work and arrive at a peaceful home. My home with Sarah (or as Billy Joel wrote, "You are my home") was always a place of peace and laughter. Lance sampled the Voodoo Brew Pub's craft beer, which he really liked, and I went for a Mojito and then a couple Old Fashioned's. The Mojito was not well crafted, with the mint used for mere decoration, not for the authentic flavoring, which I believe came out of a bottle. The Old Fashioned's were much better. I skimmed through the recorded game because my bed was calling me. Man, is this a different team when Judge even get an double early. The energy of the team just surges. Of course, last night all we needed was Judge. Good to see Florial with a couple doubles. I wish he had just played centerfield the entire year out of Spring Training. I don't worry with him out there. Volpe looks tired. The MLB season must be an adjustment, even with charter flights and four- and five-star hotels. The Dream Weaver held his own, and Brito was once again solidly representative. Sorry to hear about your buddy. At least he has you as support. Thanks, Kay. Last night, he told me that in his thirty years of marriage, his wife has never made him breakfast, never even fixed him a sandwich. Also, once when he was late for work, he asked her if she would iron his pants. She replied, "I'm not your maid!" Now, consider this - she does not work. His kids are 25 and 23 and out of the house. Sarah and I loved doing things for each other. We thought of ourselves as a team - we even had a name for it: "Team Pokie." That was my wife's nickname. Sarah and I loved making life easier for each other, and most of the time we didn't even have to ask. How miserable I would have been in a relationship such as his. Even worse, his wife often weaponizes the kids against him. Just despicable. How damn lucky I was. When faced with companionship or peace, I'll take peace every time. Companionship should be the source of peace and happiness, not some hateful construct of self-involvement. Ugh! I get the shivers just thinking about being in his position. |
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Post by kaybli on Sept 23, 2023 10:48:10 GMT -5
Sorry to hear about your buddy. At least he has you as support. Thanks, Kay. Last night, he told me that in his thirty years of marriage, his wife has never made him breakfast, never even fixed him a sandwich. Also, once when he was late for work, he asked her if she would iron his pants. She replied, "I'm not your maid!" Now, consider this - she does not work. His kids are 25 and 23 and out of the house. Sarah and I loved doing things for each other. We thought of ourselves as a team - we even had a name for it: "Team Pokie." That was my wife's nickname. Sarah and I loved making life easier for each other, and most of the time we didn't even have to ask. How miserable I would have been in a relationship such as his. Even worse, his wife often weaponizes the kids against him. Just despicable. How damn lucky I was. When faced with companionship or peace, I'll take peace every time. Companionship should be the source of peace and happiness, not some hateful construct of self-involvement. Ugh! I get the shivers just thinking about being in his position. Team Pokie,  . Cute! |
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Post by rizzuto on Sept 23, 2023 10:51:01 GMT -5
Thanks, Kay. Last night, he told me that in his thirty years of marriage, his wife has never made him breakfast, never even fixed him a sandwich. Also, once when he was late for work, he asked her if she would iron his pants. She replied, "I'm not your maid!" Now, consider this - she does not work. His kids are 25 and 23 and out of the house. Sarah and I loved doing things for each other. We thought of ourselves as a team - we even had a name for it: "Team Pokie." That was my wife's nickname. Sarah and I loved making life easier for each other, and most of the time we didn't even have to ask. How miserable I would have been in a relationship such as his. Even worse, his wife often weaponizes the kids against him. Just despicable. How damn lucky I was. When faced with companionship or peace, I'll take peace every time. Companionship should be the source of peace and happiness, not some hateful construct of self-involvement. Ugh! I get the shivers just thinking about being in his position. Team Pokie, . Cute! She was a cutie in every way possible. Her nickname for me was "Scruffy." |
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Post by rizzuto on Sept 23, 2023 11:01:48 GMT -5
By the way, last night we had chips and queso, Voodoo Chicken Wings (fantastic!), and a Pickle Pizza! That's right, a pizza with pickle slices, which the waitress recommended. And, it was wonderful! I would definitely try it again. Great crust, tons of mozzarella, and a couple pickle slices on each slice. Who would have thunk it?
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Post by inger on Sept 23, 2023 11:24:17 GMT -5
Sorry to hear about your buddy. At least he has you as support. Thanks, Kay. Last night, he told me that in his thirty years of marriage, his wife has never made him breakfast, never even fixed him a sandwich. Also, once when he was late for work, he asked her if she would iron his pants. She replied, "I'm not your maid!" Now, consider this - she does not work. His kids are 25 and 23 and out of the house. Sarah and I loved doing things for each other. We thought of ourselves as a team - we even had a name for it: "Team Pokie." That was my wife's nickname. Sarah and I loved making life easier for each other, and most of the time we didn't even have to ask. How miserable I would have been in a relationship such as his. Even worse, his wife often weaponizes the kids against him. Just despicable. How damn lucky I was. When faced with companionship or peace, I'll take peace every time. Companionship should be the source of peace and happiness, not some hateful construct of self-involvement. Ugh! I get the shivers just thinking about being in his position. My first marriage was a lot like that of your friend. Had we not had a handicapped son together in the second year there is no way that relationship would have lasted as long. Although she was the one to leave, that was a test of wills in which I knew one of us had to, but waited her out for strategic reasons. I now know that she thought she was getting away with certain things because I was too stupid to catch her, but the truth is that I was on to her and simply said nothing to maintain a peaceful existence. Thirty two years before the separation. When I finally filed for divorce four years later, she tried to talk me out of it, and told her friends that I was filing, as in: “Do you know what he’s doing to me?”. she didn’t like it d we hen her friends told her that what I was doing wax to be expected. The divorce had to wait a year due to MD law. I probably should have filed in KY, where it’s likely more like the old Steve Martin rules where you simply say: “I divorce thee” and then throw dog poop on her shoes… 😂 The relationship with Ruthie is so much different. It’s not “perfect” by any means, but we get along so much better together. If she was more physically active, I’m sure it would be a bit more fulfilling because we could get out and see and do more, but yet… intend to enjoy being a homebody that gets out for car rides with her on occasion. It would be nice if we could get out of the care and take even some short hikes together. This one’s for keeps, though. She’s a very special gal to me… |
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Post by Renfield on Sept 23, 2023 11:59:19 GMT -5
Sorry to hear about your buddy. At least he has you as support. Thanks, Kay. Last night, he told me that in his thirty years of marriage, his wife has never made him breakfast, never even fixed him a sandwich. Also, once when he was late for work, he asked her if she would iron his pants. She replied, "I'm not your maid!" Now, consider this - she does not work. His kids are 25 and 23 and out of the house. Sarah and I loved doing things for each other. We thought of ourselves as a team - we even had a name for it: "Team Pokie." That was my wife's nickname. Sarah and I loved making life easier for each other, and most of the time we didn't even have to ask. How miserable I would have been in a relationship such as his. Even worse, his wife often weaponizes the kids against him. Just despicable. How damn lucky I was. When faced with companionship or peace, I'll take peace every time. Companionship should be the source of peace and happiness, not some hateful construct of self-involvement. Ugh! I get the shivers just thinking about being in his position. Did that make you the Pokie-man of the team? |
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Post by kaybli on Sept 23, 2023 12:35:22 GMT -5
By the way, last night we had chips and queso, Voodoo Chicken Wings (fantastic!), and a Pickle Pizza! That's right, a pizza with pickle slices, which the waitress recommended. And, it was wonderful! I would definitely try it again. Great crust, tons of mozzarella, and a couple pickle slices on each slice. Who would have thunk it? Nice! I got to try that sometime. |
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Post by kaybli on Sept 23, 2023 12:35:52 GMT -5
Thanks, Kay. Last night, he told me that in his thirty years of marriage, his wife has never made him breakfast, never even fixed him a sandwich. Also, once when he was late for work, he asked her if she would iron his pants. She replied, "I'm not your maid!" Now, consider this - she does not work. His kids are 25 and 23 and out of the house. Sarah and I loved doing things for each other. We thought of ourselves as a team - we even had a name for it: "Team Pokie." That was my wife's nickname. Sarah and I loved making life easier for each other, and most of the time we didn't even have to ask. How miserable I would have been in a relationship such as his. Even worse, his wife often weaponizes the kids against him. Just despicable. How damn lucky I was. When faced with companionship or peace, I'll take peace every time. Companionship should be the source of peace and happiness, not some hateful construct of self-involvement. Ugh! I get the shivers just thinking about being in his position. My first marriage was a lot like that of your friend. Had we not had a handicapped son together in the second year there is no way that relationship would have lasted as long. Although she was the one to leave, that was a test of wills in which I knew one of us had to, but waited her out for strategic reasons. I now know that she thought she was getting away with certain things because I was too stupid to catch her, but the truth is that I was on to her and simply said nothing to maintain a peaceful existence. Thirty two years before the separation. When I finally filed for divorce four years later, she tried to talk me out of it, and told her friends that I was filing, as in: “Do you know what he’s doing to me?”. she didn’t like it d we hen her friends told her that what I was doing wax to be expected. The divorce had to wait a year due to MD law. I probably should have filed in KY, where it’s likely more like the old Steve Martin rules where you simply say: “I divorce thee” and then throw dog poop on her shoes… 😂 The relationship with Ruthie is so much different. It’s not “perfect” by any means, but we get along so much better together. If she was more physically active, I’m sure it would be a bit more fulfilling because we could get out and see and do more, but yet… intend to enjoy being a homebody that gets out for car rides with her on occasion. It would be nice if we could get out of the care and take even some short hikes together. This one’s for keeps, though. She’s a very special gal to me… So happy you guys found each other! |
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Post by desousa on Sept 23, 2023 13:53:32 GMT -5
Missed the game last night, as my old college roommate texted me that he told his wife he wanted a divorce. So, we went to a place called the Voodoo Brew Pub to put thirty years of marriage into perspective. I must admit, he is a more resolved man than me. There is no way I would have been married to his spouse. Not that I needed the reminder, but Sarah and I were so lucky in our relationship, or maybe we were just made for each other, or perhaps we were just more focused on treating each other with more love and care and attention and devotion than some treat complete strangers and colleagues. Supposedly, familiarity breeds contempt; for us, it bred a deeper appreciation for the individual person and our faults became endearments. Sad for my friend, but he deserves - at the very minimum - to leave work and arrive at a peaceful home. My home with Sarah (or as Billy Joel wrote, "You are my home") was always a place of peace and laughter. Lance sampled the Voodoo Brew Pub's craft beer, which he really liked, and I went for a Mojito and then a couple Old Fashioned's. The Mojito was not well crafted, with the mint used for mere decoration, not for the authentic flavoring, which I believe came out of a bottle. The Old Fashioned's were much better. I skimmed through the recorded game because my bed was calling me. Man, is this a different team when Judge even get an double early. The energy of the team just surges. Of course, last night all we needed was Judge. Good to see Florial with a couple doubles. I wish he had just played centerfield the entire year out of Spring Training. I don't worry with him out there. Volpe looks tired. The MLB season must be an adjustment, even with charter flights and four- and five-star hotels. The Dream Weaver held his own, and Brito was once again solidly representative. Sorry to hear about your buddy. At least he has you as support. Sorry to hear about your friend, rizz. At least you got to drink a couple of Old Fashioneds.  |
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Post by desousa on Sept 23, 2023 14:20:36 GMT -5
Sorry to hear about your buddy. At least he has you as support. Thanks, Kay. Last night, he told me that in his thirty years of marriage, his wife has never made him breakfast, never even fixed him a sandwich. Also, once when he was late for work, he asked her if she would iron his pants. She replied, "I'm not your maid!" Now, consider this - she does not work. His kids are 25 and 23 and out of the house. Sarah and I loved doing things for each other. We thought of ourselves as a team - we even had a name for it: "Team Pokie." That was my wife's nickname. Sarah and I loved making life easier for each other, and most of the time we didn't even have to ask. How miserable I would have been in a relationship such as his. Even worse, his wife often weaponizes the kids against him. Just despicable. How damn lucky I was. When faced with companionship or peace, I'll take peace every time. Companionship should be the source of peace and happiness, not some hateful construct of self-involvement. Ugh! I get the shivers just thinking about being in his position. Sounds like what you and Sarah had was what most people look for in life. I for one, am envious. Gloria is my first serious relationship and we didn't meet until I was in my 50's. These 17 years haven't always been easy and for a while I didn't think we'd make it. Seven years ago, I was on the verge of leaving her, when we found out she had ovarian cancer. I may be a lot of things, but not the kind of person who would leave someone who is sick. She got better, but then I got my mystery illness. It hasn't been easy for her, but thankfully, she stayed with me. About a year and half ago, we were on the verge of splitting up, but then we decided to try therapy. That's when she realized she had severe childhood PTSD and everything changed. Even though I grew up on an island, my early years weren't any day at the beach either. We were just two mixed up people trying to hold on. The therapy has been tough, but the last year has been the best. We have a long way to go, but both of us have an understanding of how we have to keep moving forward and not look back. It's weird, I just realized none of my "friends" know we're in therapy, but here I've told you guys. |
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Post by desousa on Sept 23, 2023 14:24:00 GMT -5
By the way, last night we had chips and queso, Voodoo Chicken Wings (fantastic!), and a Pickle Pizza! That's right, a pizza with pickle slices, which the waitress recommended. And, it was wonderful! I would definitely try it again. Great crust, tons of mozzarella, and a couple pickle slices on each slice. Who would have thunk it? If I ever show up in your neck of the woods, we're going to the Voodoo Brew Pub. Sounds like my kind of place. |
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Years ago, a lot of stuff in New England had the Red Sox on their labels. I don't notice it that much now. Ate a lot of Yaz Bread when we would visit Vermont in the late 60's.
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