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March 31, 2009

Payin' it forward!

The first five (cinq) (cinco) (5) people to respond to this post will get something made by me.
This offer does have some restrictions and limitations so please read carefully:
Totally ganked from Joy's blog.

1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make. (No refunds... no exchanges!!!!)
2. What I create will be just for you, with love from me.
3. It'll be done this year (2009).
4. I will not give you any clue what it's going to be. It will be something made in the real world and not something cyber. It may be weird or beautiful. I may even create something totally unbelievable and surprise you!! Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!
5. I reserve the right to do something extremely strange...or awesome...or lovely...or offensive!
6. In return, all you need to do is post this text into a note/post of your own and make 5 things for the first 5 to respond to it.
7. Send your mailing address if you don't live close to me! Feel free to email your mailing addy to hippo99 at velvet-c dot com

IMPORTANT: This offer is null and void if I do not see you post your own note to pay this forward. and believe me, I'll look. I don't have a real job and I get bored easily so I have all the time in the world to stalk your ass!

Edited to add
Anywhere on the planet is just fine, I will mail it to you! If you live on the moon we can work something out. If you are a hippo, you win!

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March 29, 2009

2 weeks

Okay, here I am, 2 weeks into the weaning off effexor program.

How's it going?
Well, my sleep has been wonky screwed up. In an act of desperation on Friday night I took 2 vistaril and went to bed. Took another 3 hours to get to sleep. BUT once I did fall asleep I slept! I slept HARD! I woke up at about 5pm Saturday, David brought me my espresso and a banana. I was awake about an hour and then I crashed again. I woke up at about midnight starving, ate some peanut butter/yogurt/banana/cocoa puffs mixed together and went to sleep again.

Woke up at 10am Sunday morning feeling better.

On the other hand, I'm having some 'fight or flight' moments. These are actually a little nicer than anxiety attacks because they only last until I realize that there is no monster. I am suddenly FILLED with 'RUN' sort like if a tiger just popped up! RUN!!!! These are really easy because my brain can see that there is no stimulus beyond the sudden flood of hormones.

Um...yeah, also I'm fucking irritable as hell and pretty much just want all of the noise to shut up. If you are going to make a noise or eat my ice cream or move suddenly or suggest even the most neutral of ideas I just might chew the skin from your body and slap you (not really...well, maybe! I mean really, don't fuck with me!).

My dreams are even more vivid than before. That's one thing I will miss about the effexor, I love those crazy vivid dreams.

plus, listlessness, scatterbrain, a serious need to protect the ice cream, anxiety about leaving the house, total absentmindedness

All in all, it's not too bad at this point. The week of the crimson tide is on its way and really, any of these issues can easily be attributed to that.

Monday Morning Addition:
Yesterday was not a great day. Irritability and anxiety were very high. I felt as though my nerves were closer to the surface than usual. I could not deal with anything! David had asked me to go to bar trivia with him. I'd agreed to go, but once the time came, I just couldn't. It was too too much. Have I mentioned how lucky I am to have him? His patience is STUNNING to me; it is actually quite humbling at times. It is this patience that becomes my incentive. How could I not want to be 100% for the person he loves so much? I mean if he's willing to put up with this much for this long, then she must be pretty awesome. I want to go back to being that awesome person again.

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March 24, 2009

Hello BBC

The BBC's top 100 books, which have you read?

1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen I really don't like Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte Or charlotte bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling I tried, I really did, but I couldn't
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien David read it to me at night, I'm counting it
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34 Emma - Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones's Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte's Web - EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams currently re-reading
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo. finally

I've only read 45 (i think, there's been a lot of beer. hard to count things.) what about you?

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my brain is the fundament in my skull

This is not news related at all. Also, it should not contain any ranting (but I can't guarantee this since I tangent sometimes).

I've been on Effexor since late 2006. Started at the standard 37.5mg dose and worked myself up up up to 375mg a day. Now, depending on who you talk to this dose is either normal or astronomical. As it was explained to me, up to 200mg Effexor acts as an SSRI and beyond 200mg begins to act as an SNRI. We went with Effexor for a couple reasons. The first was that I had worked my way through a gamut of SSRIs with little luck. At best they were ineffective, but at their worst they crippled me with anxiety and fear. Also, as a teenager I'd gone through the same horrifying trial and error with SSRIs and eventually found relief with tricyclics. Effexor seems to work similarly to the tricyclics but with far fewer side effects (like not sleeping for 7 days straight and buzzing like a beehive the whole time). The ironic thing is that the side effects of Effexor are pretty intense when you start up, just not AS intense as nortriptyline. Effexor was my last 'low side-effect' option. Anyone who has ever been on Effexor knows the side effects and knows that if they are considered relatively low, then everything else must be pretty fucking harsh.

In addition to the 375mg of Effexor, I also take 300mg of Wellbutrin which acts as a dopamine reuptake inhibitor. In lay terms, Wellbutrin is like prescription meth...well, except you get to keep all your teeth and the pharmacy isn't under constant threat of blowing up. Nice.

Sometimes the combination of Effexor and Wellbutrin is called the California Rocket Fuel! Though it depends, CRF seems to refer to a lot of Effexor +one drug combos.

So why am I gatting all pharmaceutical on your asses? The time has come to say farewell to the Effexor. I did not come to this decision lightly or without a great deal of research and thought. Straight up, I want to say that I love Effexor. For all the crazy side effects and issues that I had with it, the fact is that it saved my life. In my head I have a running list of all the nearby bridges and the heights of all the guard rails on the bridges. Before Effexor I also had some very solid and well thought out plans regarding those guard rail heights. I'm not writing this to be all emo or whatever. I had the plan, it was painful and terrifying, but I was entirely unable to see any other options. It wasn't even about finding a different option. I had accepted it as a matter of course, much in the same way one would accept aging or flu season.

Taking the Effexor was like turning on a light in a mineshaft. I was stunned to see edges and outlines and contours. Where once there was formless pitch, now there was detail and depth and shape. It wasn't a perfect light, of course, and it took a long time to make it bright enough. And of course there were the days of constant trembling, the brain zaps, the nausea, the super vivid dreams and so on.

But, all that aside, it worked and I could feel it working so I endured.

So why am I choosing to leave it all behind? Hmmmm, a few things...First off, I don't have medical insurance anymore. To buy Effexor in the states it runs be about $400 a month, to buy it from Canada it costs about $400 for roughly 70 days. Did you know it was illegal to purchase drugs from other countries even with a prescription? Yeah, I didn't either. It seems that this is one of those things that no one is prosecuting right now, and for good reason, but there have been rumblings from the conservative sides that buying pharma from the other side of the border is unAmerican and unpatriotic. I do not want to rant, but I will say that my survival trumps my patriotism.

The other reason is less concrete and more abstract. I'm not who I was. David had mentioned this a few times and my stock response was something along the lines of, "If I was still who I was then I would not be anybody now". As true as that might have been, I don't think that is the case now. But what does that mean? What have I become? I constantly feel like I am thinking with only half my brain switched on. I struggle with my vocabulary and find myself using the thesaurus all the time trying to find that ONE word that is on the tip of my tongue. I am too content to stay in the safety of the cocoon I have made in my home. Where once David and I used to go out all the time, go hiking, go to cafes, go walk around the lake, go SOMEWHERE, I find myself preferring not to. When was the last time I held a dinner party or hosted a holiday? Christmas 2005?

And there are other things that are even more abstract, ways in which I am not who I was, but the descriptions elude me and to be perfectly honest, I do not think they are easily described with words. You're just going to have to trust me on this (ha! says the crazy person!)

I am well aware of the awful side effects of going off the Effexor. With that in mind, Lisa helped me come up with a plan that allows me to drop approximately 19mg a week. This involves breaking open the capsules and counting out the little grains inside. There are 250 little grains in a 75mg pill and 500 in the 150mg and these grains are TINY. So counting is a pain, but I do it.

I'm halfway through my second week. I've experienced a bit of nausea and dizziness and occasionally some crabbiness (but how could one tell if it was Effexor related or just me being crabby?). I get tired but don't sleep well, but this could just be seasonal insomnia, the kind I get as the weather and the clocks and the day lengths change. It seems that if I had a parietal eye I could alleviate this, but I don't have one. Yet.

My plan is to occasionally write about the effects of coming off Effexor over time. I've gleaned a lot of info off the web from people doing similar things and I hope to add to it. Maybe by sharing this I can help someone else trying to make the decision, and I accept that the help might be a great big "oh shit no! I'm not doing something like that! She's a nut job!"

And now I am off to get my hair done and be awesome.

or something.

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March 22, 2009

Dear Auntie BubboPants

Welcome back, my 12 pound pasta hounds! How are you this fine fine day? It's been such a peculiar week for the good Auntie, but all in all she is optimistic about it all!

So let's see if we can spread that optimism around, shall we?


******

Dear Auntie BubboPants,

I'm wondering if I should keep trying with my marriage or not. I remarried for the 2nd time in 2004, after being divorced for 18 yrs. My 19 yr. old daughter moved in too. Last March, 2008, I found out my husband had a My Space account, which he says he doesn't know how he got it (it just appeared one day). In this My Space account, one of his "friends" is his ex-wife, who he declares to "hate".

When I confronted him with my find, he said he knew I was right, and had already decided to tell her he couldn't continue talking to her as it might hurt our marriage. I waited a couple of days, then went onto his My Space page and read his emails to and from his ex. He told her that I had found out they were talking and now he was going to have to start deleting all their emails so I wouldn't see them. They discuss Me, my daughter, and everything about what's going on in his and my daily life. He even typed word for word, some medical findings of mine. I've dropped hints, such as a "friend of mine found out her husband was talking to a women that the wife wasn't also a friend of, and what I thought of it and how it would destroy the marriage if the husband didn't stop, but he always says things like, "yeah, what a jerk, he shouldn't be doing that..etc", but he still continues to talk to his ex and discuss our life with her.

I'm fed up and have decided to put money away so my daughter and I can move out, hopefully, this Spring/Summer. Am I wrong? Should I still try? I'm just so DONE with the lying. I doubt I'll ever be able to trust him again, especially whenever he gets on the computer.

Signed,

Distrustful

Dear Distrustful,

I'm a firm believer that all people need a certain amount of privacy. I don't read David's emails and he does not read mine, etc. But this privacy comes from a place of trust. I don't read David's emails and I don't even have the urge to read them because I trust him and understand that maybe he wants to talk about things that he doesn't want to share with me. That's cool. I am the same way. Sometimes I like or need to talk about things that I don't want to share with him. Not necessarily things that concern him or our relationship, just things that are personal or hard to explain or need advice from someone who is not beholden to me.

I completely believe that everyone deserves a bit of privacy. But that privacy is not a place to be unscrupulous or duplicitous! and that privacy exists in a place of trust. It is a sacred trust between two people. It is a privilege that comes from an integral place in the relationship. Violating that trust is violating the integrity of the relationship.

So, that's what we have here, a violation of the integrity of your relationship. Why he has chosen to do this, I can't answer. MySpace accounts don't just pop up out of nowhere. There is not magical MySpace fairy that creates accounts for people and then populates them with ex spouses. So, yeah, that was a pretty lame response on his part and definitely an indicator of how he views the ideas of openness and trust and privacy.

Then he lied again by saying he would not talk to his ex anymore. He continued to talk to his ex. Not only did he violate the trust by lying to you, he also violated the more sacred idea that you do NOT TALK ABOUT YOUR CURRENT WITH YOUR EX!! (relatedly, people, please don't share intimate details of your ex with your current partner. it's childish and crass.)

I'm not particularly keen on the idea of reading his emails and then dropping hints, but you did it and you had a pretty solid reason for doing it. You need to come clean about that.

As for the question of should you keep trying? Each person in a relationship is 100% responsible for the success of that relationship. It would only be worth it to keep trying if your husband was truly willing to start being 100% responsible. Otherwise, you'll only be carrying a burden that will eventually drop you to your knees.

Come clean about what you know. Be honest about how you feel. Discuss expectations and trust. You can bring up the violations of trust without being accusatory and I highly suggest you think about that before you sit down to discuss this. Accusations and ultimatums come to nothing in the end. If you have decided that you are not willing to put any more effort into the relationship, be clear about that as well. I am not saying you have to give him any 'chances', I'm just saying that everything needs to be put on the table so that things can be dealt with calmly and maturely.

*****

Dear Auntie BubboPants,

I wrote to you several weeks ago about a baking question because you give such great advice and I wanted to share in the fun, even though I thought I would never have any type of relationship issue to write in about.

Well a bomb dropped in my life yesterday and I'm not sure who to turn to, so I thought I'd take another stab and writing in for advice.

Yesterday my best friend came to visit me for the day. She seemed really upset and after about 20 minutes she broke down and told me that she had heard from a very reliable source that my boyfriend had cheated on me while I was out of town (we lived on two different continents up until about six weeks ago). She said it took her so much by surprise and seemed so out or character for my boyfriend that she originally laughed, but her source said she was dead serious.

I called my boyfriend almost immediately to see what was going on and after relaying the story, he confirmed that it was true. In May he had gotten drunk with some friends and a waitress at a restaurant across the street from his condo ended up spending the night with him. Her version says they slep together, he says they made out, but at this point I don't know who to believe.

Auntie, I have only been back in this area for about six weeks and am working hard trying to find a job and a place to live and I am staying with my boyfriend until I get settled somewhere. Last night we had a long talk about his cheating and also a lot of other things and I thought I felt better, but I ended up sleeping on the couch (I can't even go into the bedroom) and feel just as physically sick as I did when the news was broken to me yesterday.

I normally kick a cheating boyfriend to the curb immediately, but I want to work things out with this one. I feel like this was an enormous betrayal that will take a long time to work through, but I also feel that the breach was a one-time thing that I really don't forsee happening again. What I'm not sure of is if this willingness to work things out is based on the fact that he is providing for my room and boarding until I get on my feet. Honestly, I am in such a confused fog right now I don't have any idea how to move forward.

Thank you for being there for all of us slightly-broken chicken butts.

Dear Slightly Broken Chicken Butt,

I put this letter after the one above intentionally. In the previous letter, the writer talks about a situation in which she has been pushed beyond the breaking point. In your letter, you have also had your trust violated, but you do not feel this is beyond the breaking point.

This is something I want to talk about. When you write an advice column you have to know that there is no single answer that works for all similar situations. There are few universal truths when it comes to humans, we are so dynamic and fluid. The minutia of every situation gets experienced and cataloged differently. What is "too much" for one person could be "workable" to another. What was "workable" 5 years ago might become "too much" now with a different partner.

You know your partner better than I do. The relationship can certainly be saved if both of you are willing to commit 100% to it. For any relationship to move forward each partner has to accept complete responsibility for their actions and their choices regardless of how much alcohol they consumed or how lonely they are! And you need to determine where you are in terms of your reasons for this relationship and your reasons for saving it. If you do truly love him and want it to work out, that's cool. If you are just doing it because you need a place to stay, that may or may not be cool depending on how your boyfriend feels about it (since, of course, you are going to be very open and honest about it, right? RIGHT!).

Think, ponder, mull and noodle over this and then together work out what needs to be done. Just about anything can be fixed if both people want to fix it.

*****

Dear Auntie BubboPants,

What to do when you can't just kill her?

My husband (of 3.5 years) and I are coming out of a rough patch in our relationship. Many factors were involved and blah blah blah, but one of the biggest problems was his platonic but flirtatious crush on a former coworker.

My husband and I are both 31. This girl is 22, beautiful, and completely insane. No, really, she's been diagnosed with a severe mental illness that my hubby didn't know about until he'd already been sucked in. She's a master manipulator, and she knows that the right buttons to push with my husband are a) act needy and b) make him feel guilty. She's been appealing to both by telling him things like "I don't have any friends other than you" (she moved here from across the country to be with her boyfriend) and "I'll just kill myself if I don't have anyone to talk to."

He did ultimately recognize this for what it was, and he found a new job, changed his cell phone number, and shut down his MySpace because those were her main ways of contacting him. But the one thing he couldn't easily do was change his email address, and she's been emailing him almost daily ever since. Her moods change wildly and without warning...she can go from "Oh I had the best day today!" to "No one loves me I'll just go slit my wrists now" in a matter of moments. She finally piled on enough of the latter to make him guilty enough to email her back a couple weeks ago. He swears it was just the one message, that she doesn't have any other way of contacting him, and that in fact she thinks he left town (and me).

He has asked me repeatedly not to contact or confront her, and I haven't. Yet. But I am getting fed up and I want her out of our lives. I feel like we simply cannot move forward if she's still contacting him. As much as I would really like to just beat her down, I know that's not the answer. My next best idea is to contact her boyfriend. I don't know if that's actually a good idea, though. Clearly the girl needs help, and presumably the bf is the one in a position to help make that happen. I just don't know how much (if anything) he knows about her relationship with my husband, and I don't have a clue how he'd take it. He could just as easily wash his hands of her and then she'd REALLY lay the guilt on my husband, which would make things that much worse.

So, back to my original question: What's a girl to do when homicide isn't an option?

Signed:
I really can't think of anything clever to say here

Dear Irctoactsh,

What can you do? ignore. That's it. Every email program comes with filters that allow the user to filter out certain messages when the mail is checked. I have a filter set up that takes every email that fits a specific criteria, marks them as 'read' and dumps them in the trash. I never see them, I almost never even know they exist. They don't bounce back to the sender they just get trashed and are never seen.

Neither you nor your husband are are in any position to 'help' this girl. Any attempts on your part will only pull you deeper into the gluey mire. She's been professionally diagnosed you say, so the people around her are aware of her issues.

For you and your husband to move forward you must live as though she does not exist. This is going to require a great amount of trust because your husband needs to block and never respond to her again and he needs to know that you trust him. You both need to work on this together and without secrets or reservations.

You cannot help her and 'help' may not be what she wants or needs right now. What you can do is work on your relationship. So do that instead.

*****

Dear Auntie BubboPants,

I have a cousin my age who lives in Michigan currently. We used to be really close when we were little, even though for seven years her family lived in Singapore. We wrote letters and emails and included fun cards and presents and the sort of thing girls do with their pen-pal friends. Her mom sent lots of pictures of the family. When she moved back to the States, I got to see her on more holidays than usual and we kept in touch.

But gradually about two-three years ago, we began to lose contact. I was busy, she was busy, the letters stopped, so did the emails.

And so did the visits. I'm still not completely certain, but I think the main point was that her brother was arrested for marijuana possession, and her parents felt "ashamed". They haven't come down for any family holiday events in two years, I hardly know what they look like as the picture-sending has all but stopped. Now I haven't seen my cousin in about a year and half, the last time being when I accidentally ran into them at our pool, while they were visiting their other family. They didn't even call my grandparents to tell them they were in town.

I know the real reason behind the lost contact is between her parents and my grandparents, but I can't help but feel guilty. I want to send her a postcard or a letter, but I'm afraid that she won't reply. Mostly, I want my cousin as my friend again and our family feud to be put out of the way. I know the latter is very very unlikely, but is the former still possible?

~The Distant Cousin

Dear TDC,

What would you lose if you sent the postcard and she didn't reply? You'd be out the cost of the postcard and out the cost of the stamp. You'd still be out those things if she did reply.

So send the postcard already! For whatever issues she may have going on right now, the offer of friendship is rarely unwelcome.

*****

Dear Auntie BubboPants,

I am a sophomore in college. Now I'm going to go ahead and generalize that I am not an average college kid. I don't drink, smoke, or do drugs. I'm in a stable longterm relationship and I do not party (in the sense of going out to bars and partying till 4am and throwing up on the floor...I prefer puzzles because I'm just a little bit of a loser) and I am perfectly happy with my chosen life.

Recently, my bestest bestest bestest friend in the whole wide world of 12+ years wrote me a facebook message telling me that she did not want to be friends. Neither of us are big on phone calls, so we never really called each other up to talk about life unless major problems happened, but we're like two peas in a pod. She wrote to me telling me that I was boring and never wanted to have fun. I had told her a few days earlier that I didn't want to go into the city and go clubbing with her because I really didn't find that fun. She said my idea of fun is a tupperware party.

She ended our friendship over facebook, and even though I tried everything to talk to her, I haven't heard from her in over 6 months. I am crushed. I really love my BFF and she just turned around an dumped me. I don't understand why but it hurts so much. It's obvious to me now that she really doesn't want to be friends. How should I deal with this and get over her?

Sincerely,
Dumped

Dear Dumped,

That sucks, that truly truly sucks. Readers, look at this! If you are not happy with a friend and do not want to be friends anymore, this is a bright shining example of how not to do it!

People grow up, grow apart. It's the rare relationship that survives from childhood through adulthood. You are not who you were in 2nd grade and neither is she. It hurts sometimes to have to realize that and accept it, but accept it we must because we cannot make people like us! We cannot make people not change.

You deal with and get over her the way you deal with and get over any broken relationship. You grieve for the loss of what you had, you acknowledge the pain and the brand new empty space. You treat the woulds tenderly and you take care of your needs. Then one day, you find it does not hurt so much. Then on another day you bundle up that last bit of pain and concern and you throw it on out to the universe, give up ownership and let it go. You can always miss her and you can always have fond memories, but do not let it eat away at you. Accept the grief, accept the pain, then accept the healing. It will make you stronger.

*****

Dear Auntie BubboPants,

My boyfriend of three-and-a-half-years has pretty much stopped putting an effort towards looking nice for me. For the past year-and-a-half we have had a long distance relationship and when we do get the chance to see each other (anywhere from twice a month to once every two months, depending on our schedules) I get excited enough to wear nice jeans and a non-tshirt top, wear makeup, tweeze my eyebrows, etc. because seeing each other feels like a special occasion. My loving boyfriend, on the other hand, wears ripped jeans, tshirts with holes in them, AND sometimes will delay his shower until right before we're ready to go somewhere.

The part that gets to me is that when he's going to work or out with his buddies, he'll shower, gel up his hair, wear a button-down, and EVEN PUT ON COLOGNE.

I'm not concerned about cheating or anything silly like that; I'm just kind of peeved that he doesn't feel like he has to, or wants to, look/smell nice for me anymore. Am I being stupid? Does this usually happen after dating for so long? Should I stop wasting my time on how I look for him? Is there anything I can say that will make him want to make an effort (without causing a fight)?

Thanks, Auntie BubboPants,
~ Done With Stinky Boyfriends

Dear DWSB,

The other day I was sitting on the floor working on a project. I was wearing a sundress with a t-shirt under it and at some point had added a pair of jeans to the ensemble. My hair was sticking out in 16 unintended directions. Basically, I looked like a mess. David looked at me and said, "we could take you down right now and get you approved for any government assistance available! You look insane!"

It was funny and it was true. Now that I don't go to a job and sometimes will go days without leaving the house I let some things go. This letter was a reminder to me that David is just as important, if not more important, than my friends or a job. So, yeah, I needed that little reminder.

What can you say that won't cause a fight? Well, I find that accusations, ultimatums and anger are a surefire way to make someone defensive and argumentative...and then the fight begins. Be gentle, approach this with only kindness in your heart. Do not accuse, only share your concerns and open up a dialogue.

Now I need to go shower and put on some clean pants.

*****

Hi Chester! We are Pearl and Pumpkin. We are cats and we've lived together for a long time. We also live with a lady. We both like the lady but we don't really like each other. The lady wants us to be friends. Sometimes we think about it, but mostly we think no. What do you think?

Thanks!
P & P

PS: Our names are Pearl and Pumpkin but the lady calls us both My Baby Petunia-Head. What do you think about that!!?

HA HA HA PEEPEE!!! PP HA HA HA!!

Hi! HI HI! Hi! also HI! my name is Chester and I am the dog that knows the things that become all of the stuff!

HA HA HA!!! I get the letters from the pets that need to know the things and some of the pets are cats and all of the letters from the cats say the thing that is "do not like!!!". So the thing that I know is that cats DO NOT LIKE anything! ha ha ha!! Do you know? YES!! you know because I just told you. Now you know.

Also, "my baby petunia head" ha ha ha!! My lady calls me all kinds of things! Muntz, Muntzon, muntzonite, puntsen, puntsen turner private eye, chest, duchenst, um-tunk, the little, fartbox, weenus, monkey, ohno monkee, little monkey, jerkus, walter, jerkwalter, and some things that I should not repeat for making the littles of the world scared and sad!!!

ha ha ha! BYE! you are cats! BYES!

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March 20, 2009

HOLY CRAP! We're gonna be on FIRE!!

Seems the world is going to end! Within ten years the world could cease to exist. HOLY CRAP!! Why? Why is the world going to disappear?


  • Environmental rape?

  • The eternal fiscal serfdom placed on the many by the elite oligopoly?

  • Never ending pointless wars in which the majority of the victims are the innocent and uninvolved? I'm looking at you, Sudan.

  • The continued apartheid of the Palestinians?

  • The billions and billions of people murdered in acts of genocide since the beginning of time?

  • High fructose corn syrup? (please please please let it be ADM that is causing the death of the world!)

  • Panda bears???

No! NO! NO!!!

This world, our home, the planet earth will "cease to exist in 10 years" if the Minnesota legislature passes a bill changing the wording of the marriage laws to be more gender neutral and therefore allowing gays to get married. That's it! Really! Here, look! See! You can murder, abuse and systematically eliminate those you hate and the planet will be fine, but if the state sanctions a relationship between two consenting adults who happen to have matching genitals then the entire planet will cease to exist.

Wow! Who knew? Gay marriage is legal in all kinds of places, Norway, South Africa, Canada! But it would seem that those nations are not nearly important enough in terms of planetary stability as the little state of Minnesota. I knew Minnesota was pretty damned awesome, but I had no idea what power we held here. We have the ability to destroy the planet with one tiny piece of legislation. Simply amazing.

As most people know, I'm an atheist. I'm not a particularly fervent atheist, I do not want to argue someone out of their faith, I have no problem with people praying or believing or expressing their beliefs. All I want is the same consideration, don't argue with me about my lack of faith, don't tell me what I should believe and certainly don't make laws that give comfort to your beliefs while trampling on the rights of others. When you do that then I have to get all pissed off and say unkind things.

If ever I thought religion was packed with horseshit, this is it! That you would stand there and say unequivocally that sanctioning the relationship between two consenting adults is far worse than the systematic and brutal rape of children in the Congo? worse than the actions of the few to throw the many into poverty? worse than the killing fields in Cambodia, the largest autogenocide in the history of the world? Slavery? Murder? Hatred? Abuse? Those acts get a pass but gay marriage will destroy the entire planet?

"If everyone is a gay, this world will cease to exist in 10 years," said Ikram ul-Huq, the imam and religious director of the Muslim Community Center of Bloomington.
"This is not a political issue, or an issue of choice or rights. It is an issue of life," said Andre Dukes, pastor of Shiloh Temple Ministries in Minneapolis.

You who claim to represent the Yahweh, God, Allah, Christ, Muhammad of your holy texts are nothing but shameful. You do not teach love or compassion or forgiveness, you do not teach people humility or faith.

And so the Lord says, "These people say they are mine. They honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far away. And their worship of me amounts to nothing more than human laws learned by rote. ISAIAH 29:13

Those you claim to worship and represent would look on you with shame and disgust. You do not teach their lessons. You peddle fear and anger to those you know will use it as a weapon against all who do not believe you. You use your positions of false power and false self righteousness to create an enemy that does not exist so that you might hold the hearts and souls of those around you hostage to your false words. You are serpents speaking with split tongues in order to advance your own interests.

You cherry pick through your texts to find the snake oil you sell, you ignore much and focus on little and because of you, people suffer. Let me say that again... Because of YOU people suffer. You could work hard to end actual suffering, protect refugees from rape, help implement safety standards for those that need them, fund life saving research. You could do something that would make a real difference to people...Instead you CHOOSE to be false, to take the easy path. You poison the minds of those who would listen and then you ask them to carry you.

Get out of my laws! Get out of my legislature! Spread your fear and hatred somewhere else. Let those of us that choose to, live in peace.

ETA: and while we're on the subject, I think we should thank the Pope for setting the fight against the spread of AIDS back 30 years. Thank you. I'm sure that those who die in the coming decades will appreciate your efforts.

(I know I said I was going to avoid the news but...I lied, what can you expect from me, a godless pervert?)

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March 16, 2009

I need to take a vacation from the news


Let's not help the poor or middle class, no! that would be terrible! We don't want to help people who made bad decisions or were lied to or fell on hard times! No no no! That would be bad. It would be bad to help this ever increasing sector of the population. Terrible!

But instead, lets just keep tossing billions and billions at the very very tiny sector that caused this gigantic clusterfuck in the first place.

And I'm not referring solely to short selling, credit default swaps or subprime mortgage slight of hand. I'm talking about stuff that started 30 years ago or even longer.

You have a company, the people in charge want a lot of money for being in charge. They want to be paid for their 'talent'. Everyone wants to get paid a lot of money, so I can understand the urge. The awesome thing about this, however, is that because they are in charge, they get to decide that they can make lots of money! What are ways that companies make money? They increase the price of the product or service they sell, usually by creating demand in the form of an awesome product (ice cream) or leading people to believe that they have an awesome product (budweiser). More people want this, raise the price because they will pay it and woo, profit.

This is good and fine, this is how the system works. You don't have to pay the increased price if you don't want because there are always alternatives (ice milk).

But these guys not only wanted to make more money, they wanted to keep as much of it as they could! Wages decreased! Wages decreased, benefits decreased, unions were fucked sideways over and over again. The cost of living continued to rise because board members and CEOs wanted to make more money, and wages steadily fell away from the incline because those same board members and CEOs wanted to keep all that money.

BUT THAT'S OKAY! because you can have this credit card and get what we say you need right now and don't worry, you'll be able to pay for it because the american dream promises you great wealth! It's the american dream! and if you find yourself unable to attain the american dream it's not because we are charging you more for things and also paying you less for the work you do, it's because you just don't believe! it's your fault because you make bad bad choices!

We complain about how we've turned into a consumer culture but it's much worse than that. Teenagers live in a consumer culture. Adults struggle with consumer slavery. Labor movements, unions, collective bargaining, that's all been turned into a joke in the last 30 years. The idea that what a worker contributes in terms of time and effort affects the bottom line and should be paid in direct relation to that is dead. A guy can work at a meat packing plant and do some pretty nasty job but get paid steadily and fairly because the work he does is necessary to the function of producing the end product.

Not anymore. Now they call it 'unskilled' labor and pay less. Then they say they HAVE to hire illegal immigrants because americans won't do these jobs. And in some ways they are right, most americans would not do those jobs for minimum wage or in the unsafe substandard conditions found in most plants. You get rid of the unions and the worker solidarity and it's pretty easy to start beating people down. Who's gonna complain that the line is moving a bit faster every day? that the foreman is speeding things to a dangerous level? You're not going to complain because you need this job even if it is low paying because shit is just so goddammed expensive nowadays and it seems like everything needs to be replaced and you just can't afford anything. So you keep your mouth shut.

Let us not help these people who make bad decisions and do not believe in america! These malcontents who think that they deserve health care even if they can't afford it! These libturd pinko commies who just want want want! Want more money and better benefits and maybe not get killed at the slaughterhouse. They're the ones that made the bad choices...Certainly the same can't be said about the soulless bitchpuppets sucking up relief money like it was a pile of blow on a hooker's ass!

We have to help THEM! It should be obvious to anyone you have to help those who believe in the american dream! The dream of struggling hard to be born to the right families, get the right advantages! They are the ones that worked so hard to clamber up the weakened and bloodied backs of every person that just was not them!

We must grant bonuses to the pocketcocks and whoreblind jackasses that were instrumental in this bringing about this situation in the first place. We have to reward that vision of leadership, that golden mind that thought, "it is only right and good that i get even more". They can lay there, fat and bloated, with their mouths hanging open and we can just continue shoveling our money down their throats. They deserve it. They lived the dream.

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March 10, 2009

Crabby McCrabbitron!

Yesterday I was crabby. Kind of today too, but mostly yesterday. I had to figure out why I was so crabby. Went through the checklist...

If I yell at the dogs and have the urge to throw something at David's head then that's pms...nope, not pms

If I have the urge to punch things or tip over heavy objects then that's just me being crazy...nope, not the crazies

If I find myself spending hours researching a topic and then going to read debates on the topic and then start screaming at the computer and questioning the notion that we humans are somehow 'smart' then that means I've been reading the news and absorbing some science related controversy...oh yes! there it is! There's the black marble of anger in my gut!

First off, there's this dude, Ray Comfort. Now, as a rule, I'm a firm believer that you can be as nutty as you want and you can believe in whatever floats your boat (density of the object divided by the density of the fluid). That's cool, you go believe in whatever. So, normally a guy like Ray Comfort would just get a sad sad head shake and maybe a laugh from me. Lots of people choose to ignore science, lots of people will even create a false premise and then argue from that premise. Everybody loves a clown (actually, not really, clowns are pretty messed up). So why am I so irritated with this guy? Because he is a very vocal part of the tard army that wants 'intelligent design' taught in schools instead of evolution.

The whole 'intelligent design' thing boggles my mind. I am often left speechless when I read their arguments. You cannot just MAKE SOMETHING UP, throw a few poorly reasoned arguments out there and call it science. This is the thing that you cannot do! Of the things that can be done, this is NOT ON THE LIST.

Let's talk about the scientific method, you know, the very very very basic scientific method. You learned about this in high school, probably pretty early on, it's really very basic. Ready?

  1. Figure out what the question is
  2. Gather up some info about the subject of the question
  3. Form a hypothesis about what you think the answer might be
  4. Perform some tests and write down what happens
  5. Take some time to analyze the results
  6. Draw some conclusions and form a new, better informed hypothese
  7. Go back to number 4 and repeat the steps, testing, analyzing, drawing conclusions, new hypothesis, repeat
  8. Once you've worked and worked and worked (and worked some more) and you have enough solid evidence to back up your hypothesis then you can publish it.
  9. Independent concerns will retest the work you've done to see if you did it right, to see if they get the same results, to see if different results can be found.

As you can see, a HUGE part of the scientific method gathering data and testing the data. A huge NOT A PART of the scientific method is just making shit up, forming false premises, or claiming that it is completely untestable.

A hypothesis based on untestable ideas or data is called a philosophy. Even most quantum physicists, those people who dabble so close to the untestable, readily admit that until they can find methods to test and evaluate their hypotheses they are playing in the realm of philosophy.

Like I said, I don't care what you believe, but if the basis for your hypothesis is 'God' then you are not dealing with science but philosophy regardless of the subject matter. And I see no reason to replace science curricula with philosophy.

But he wasn't the only thing that made me crabby yesterday...

Yesterday the president reversed the limitations on federally funded stem cell research. This did not make me crabby. This filled me with much hope and joy. Mmmmmm scientific integrity never felt so good.

But I was made crabby. Of course I was.

People please, do some real research before getting all pissed of...and while you are researching, please keep in mind that propaganda is not informative.

There is no connection whatsoever in any way at all ever and ever and ever with abortion and stem cell research. Doctors will not suddenly start harvesting 39 week fetuses in the name of science. Women will not suddenly be used as breeding chambers so that the evil scientists can get their hands on said fetuses. Somatic stem cells, the ones found in fetuses are not as useful or plentiful, and cannot be effectively grown ex vivo. Embryonic stem cells are pluripotent, they can be anything (you know within reason) the other stem cells, not so much.

Where are we going to get all these embryonic stem cells? Are we just going to have hordes of visigoth like doctors slaughtering embryos!? No. Instead of destroying the excess embryos created for in vitro fertilization and instead of becoming the crazy octomom these embryos will be donated. These embryos have not yet formed the primitive streak, the generally agreed upon signifier of unique life. These are embryos that were going to be destroyed anyway and they do not represent life.

So lets not go around making up ideas and calling it science and halting a line of research that has so much potential to help.

deep soothing breath. deep.

but today!

Today I took my sister to the doctor and got to listen to her try to talk while high on pain meds. "Hey! April! Why don't you try to schedule an appointment with the confused lady at the desk at the clinic!" Damn that was fun to watch.

I also got a metric buttload of sweaters from Savers. These sweaters are now in the dryer finishing their felting process and soon will be turned into headbands or other kinds of headbands or other kinds of headbands or purses with Lady Cthulhu on them or...well a lot of the stuff you see here as well as a lot of other things I keep forgeting to photograph!

Many of these items can be found at my Etsy shop and if you want something but don't see it, let me know. I do all kinds of custom things that never even make it to the shop.

less crabby, more pisgetti!

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March 8, 2009

Ask Auntie BubboPants

Right now Chester is sleeping in a pile of felted sweaters that I am planning on using in projects. Normally I'd kick him off the sweaters but he just looks so so comfortable! I'm pretty sure this is the best thing he's ever had. He didn't even get up when I went to the kitchen to get my coffee and he NEVER lets a kitchen trip happen without him.

He just buried his nose under a sweater, sighed and went back to sleep. Guess he's keeping the sweaters for a while.

Speaking of Chester! Don't forget to let your animals write in with their questions or comments or stories, Chester will be taking the helm and answering questions soon!

but let's look at the things in the people world...

***

Dear Auntie BubboPants,

I have to admit that this is pretty weird for me to write to someone I don't know about my personal problems, but I am hoping that I am not missing something in translation or communication...

Here is the issue, my husband, is in the military. We've been married for almost 9 years and have 4 children. Like a lot of marriages, we've had our ups and downs. Fast forward to a week or so ago, said husband asked me to get something out of his laptop bag/all purpose bag, and while I didn't know which compartment said item was in, I came across some photos, there were 4. One of each of the kids (older photos of the girls), one of me, and one of some girl I didn't know. Even now, I get somewhat teary eyed just writing about it. I've tried to talk about it, confront about it, whatever it takes to try to get an honest answer out of him about why he would carry it. All I get is some twisted answer or some blame on me for him to have it in his possession! Even to go as far as to tell me that he has 'forgotten' about it.

I'm sick to death with having to have this battle, and why he can't be honest with me. It hurt my feelings so bad, and I just don't know where to turn or who to talk to with it. I have no idea how long he had been carrying the photo, and there is even a little note on the back. I can't recall what it said. It was just so unexpected and I was so surprised. I have all these other thoughts running through my head when he is deployed and I just can't handle it...not that I think he would cheat outright, but I just don't know anymore. We've been to marriage counselors over the years, because we have such a major miss communication.

I have a lot of trust issues to begin with, and I know he is aware of this. Lately we've been arguing about a lot of things, and the worst of the arguing comes from how much I dislike his family and his religion. I've been feeling so disconnected, hurt and majorly distrustful lately. Maybe you can shed some hope somehow, maybe I am missing something. It's like everything I know has been flipped upside down. Would you carry a photo of someone in your knitting/crochet bag that you were not married to? My mom said that I shouldn't make a big deal out of it, and another friend said I shouldn't read into it so much.

Thanks for letting me vent, I'd like to remain anonymous (if you put this in the column)...I'm sure you get a lot of marriage issues? Please tell me I am not the only one out there that has issues...there are so many times that I feel like an island.

Anonymous Chicken Butt

Dear ACB,

Okay, I have written and rewritten this answer. I have gone to play mindless flash games, I've read other things, I've sat quietly, I've written it and erased it. I keep trying to find the right words to describe what I'm seeing.

The fact of the matter is that you and your husband stopped being husband and wife a long time ago. Being married isn't an endurance sport, you don't get to the playoffs for scoring well. The only way a marriage works is if you and your husband are on the same team working together towards the same goal. You should not be two disparate people forced to put up with each other and yet that is exactly what I am seeing.

I get so many letters that say "I am just so tired of fighting" and I just want to hold the letter writer and whisper, "then stop fighting". It is so important that both of you stop seeing each other as the enemy and start seeing that if you can't work together then 4 kids rapidly approaching their teen years are going to eat you alive.

I don't know who that is in the picture and it does not matter who she is. What does matter is that he won't tell you who she is. He's being cagey and obtuse, any adult with 2 neurons in their skull will know that not answering the question is only going to make someone more suspicious. The more suspicious you get, the more hurt and upset you feel and the more you see him as the enemy and the more you lash out and the more he feels that he was justified in not telling you. It's a vicious and ugly circle and quickly takes on a life of its own.

The first thing I want you to do is take some time alone and think about the situation. What are the possible answers to "who is the person in the photo?" Someone on the side? Someone with whom he flirts but has not done anything with? Someone who is interested in him but he is not so interested in her but she gave him a photo and he absentmindedly stuck it in his bag and never gave it a second thought but when push came to shove felt he could not answer your questions because you wouldn't believe him anyway?

Think about all the outcomes and think about how they make you feel. Especially think about that first one, what if she is someone on the side? What would your reaction be? Would your reaction be, "I knew it! I knew he would do this one day!" What if it's the second option, would you believe him? would you be angry that he is flirting with someone else? Or what if it was the third option? Would you say, "that's absurd, nobody carries photos of people they aren't married to!"

It's obvious you have no faith in your relationship and perhaps he doesn't either, I don't know. You make yourself crazy worrying about his possible infidelities when he is deployed. Do you think he WOULD cheat on you when deployed? Why do you think that? More importantly, why did you marry a man that you assumed would cheat on you when you were not around?

These thoughts and feelings get funneled into our actions. I'm not saying he did or did not cheat, I have no way of knowing that. What I do know is that when you suspect such an action you will start to act suspicious and when you act suspicious the other person begins to feel like the enemy. They become defensive, they no longer see you as their reliable teammate, but as someone with whom they have to tread lightly for fear of saying the wrong thing and driving those suspicions.

So, if you think he is cheating then I want you to think about what the next step is. If you are merely afraid that he might cheat, then you need to spend some time thinking about where that fear comes from, and how it is affecting your relationship or how it has affected your relationship.

Ever since people clumped together in groups and started defending themselves, men have gone off to battle and the women have stayed behind to raise the kids and run the house. This isn't easy. Not only are you constantly worried about his safety but you have the added pressure of doing all of the household things like raising the kids, making meals, buying groceries, paying bills all by yourself. This kind of thing makes you tough and steely. Being a soldier on the battlefield also makes you tough and steely. Then he gets sent home and you have these two tough and steely people who, lets face it, barely know each other, trying to blend their lives back together. You have a system for running the house, you have worked so hard to get this system in place and here he comes all wanting to take over the system but who the hell is he? Some guy that does not know that you do not buy groceries on Wednesday and you certainly don't buy sugar cereal for the kids!

This happens over and over and over. Military families breaking up because the post deployment life is perplexing at best, harrowing and frustrating at worst. Of course you can add all kinds of PTSD and other injuries to the mix, those don't help. Oh, and then one person suspecting the other of cheating during their time apart. That's an onion in the ointment.

What you have here is not so much a miscommunication, but a complete breakdown of communications. You've both stopped working together, you've both stopped listening. You're both so busy building your defenses and barriers and safety zones that you've walled yourself away from each other. How the hell are you going to work together if there is 3 feet of concrete between you?

If you want this marriage to work and I'm not telling you that it will or can, but if you want it to work you are both going to have to start dropping your defenses and start seeing each other. And you know what? Sometimes that means you will get hurt. That happens. But still we keep the defenses lowered because sometimes the hurt is not intentional, or sometimes the hurt is less of an attack and more just something that we just don't want to hear or know or accept about ourselves.

You went into marriage counseling with an idea that the marriage was cracked and you needed some tape for it. That's not going to work. The marriage is not an object, separate and distinct from you. The marriage IS you and both of your are creating the rift. You have to go back into counseling with your defenses down, with your softness exposed and weak. You both have to go into counseling with just this question and no other question, "what do i need to do to be a better teammate for my spouse?" Neither of you gets to play any sort of 'tit for tat' game, neither of you gets to say "well...you do THIS and it's way worse than THAT!". You don't get to say it at all and you need a marriage counselor that knows this and will make you stick to it.

Both of you are 100% responsible and both of you need to start working on it.

Also, I know I wrote a lot and I'm sorry about that, but let me just add one more thing before I go. His family and his religion? They are never going away. You do not have to like them but you certainly have to accept them and you have to respect how important they are to him.

Good luck chickenbutt. Please keep me posted. This CAN work out but only if both of you are willing to work harder than you ever have before.

***

Dear Auntie BubboPants,

My first 'I love you' bf was in high school. We dated for about a year and a half, but then his parents were going through a divorce and he 'needed a fresh start' so we broke up, er, he dumped me in our junior year. Then a couple weeks later he started dating a freshman. The horrible things that stupid high school boys do. We dated again for a couple months, but both agreed that was a dumb idea and broke up.

Fast forward to today, where I am almost 30 and involved with an awesome guy and we've talked about the 'm' word, however far in the future that might be. Would I trade new awesome guy for old high school dude? Not a chance. New awesome guy loves all the little things about me that old guy ignored. He even TiVo's all the show he knows I'm missing. So why can't I get the doofus out of my head? He's haunting my dreams, literally. He even popped up on Facebook a couple of weeks ago. Odd thing was, I went to a palm reader a couple of weeks ago (for laughs) and she said, "Who is this guy you're trying to dig up? Stay away from him." Okay, that's open to interpretation. Do I try the old 'write a letter telling him what a crapbag he was and how great I'm doing without him and then burn it' route? Please help me forget this guy.

signed,

Made a New Friend and Wants to Dump the Old

Dear MaNFaWtDtO,

Um, do I need to drive to where you are and smack you in the back of the head? because I will! Acting all like a chickenbutt with crazy urges!

This ex of yours DOES NOT EXIST. done. over. gone. The person he was when you were together does not exist anymore because you are together. poof....there it goes. Writing to him is about as useful as writing to a stegosaurus and telling him that you're glad he's extinct.

More importantly, you do a disservice to your current guy. You think it's okay because you are thinking about how much better this new guy is compared to the old guy, but really all you are doing is obsessing about the old guy and funneling energy into the trash can. Relationships should never be treated as a 'trade up'. When you do that you leave open the possibility of trading up again.

That guy is gone. The relationships do not compare. Stop wasting your time wienering around and start focusing on what you have right now!

***

Dear Auntie BubboPants,

I did it. I cast on and knit a sweater for my now ex-girlfriend. I knew when I cast on that things were not good. I wonder if I really really knew about the sweater curse and that just helped me make the decision to end the relationship...

So now - the dilemma. It's now 3 months after the final "goodbye". I've asked the ex for no communication whatsoever (well - there is some joint property - so we have to communicate sometimes - but you get the picture). And...I've finished the sweater. It's made just for her - she picked out the yarn - it's a top-down raglan scaled exactly to her size.

I really don't mind sending it to her, but since I am the one who said no communication, I feel that sending it is a really bad mixed message. I really don't care if she wears it or burns it - but I promised that I'd finish it, and I keep my promises.

Friends are split - some say don't ever send it. Some say - wait six months and see if you can both get over the breakup then send it. Some say - oh, wtf - send it anyway.

My main issue is that I made a promise - and I'm not clear on the next steps.

Any advice?

Done with the Sweater

Dear DwtS,

hmmm interesting....

Like you, I like to keep my promises and if I promise to make something for someone I want to keep that promise no matter what. This is something really important to me.

On the other hand, a handmade sweater given as a gift after the break up if completely filled with all kinds of crazy messages, intended or not.

So, I give you this...
If you were more than half way done with the sweater when the break up happened, then give her the sweater. If you were less than half way done then donate it to charity and be done with it.

***

Dear Auntie BubboPants,

It hit me the other day that I'm really quite close to graduating from college. Not in May (thank goodness) but I will graduate a semester early, in December. I know the job market is terrible, but I really can't put myself through more school to get an MBA. I'm really excited to get out into the big bad world, but the truth is, I'm so scared that I could piss my pants.

A few years ago when I envisioned myself at this point, the envisioned me was in a great relationship with the now-ex (lying cheating bastard) and..well...alot braver. There are a few job offers on the table, but none of them were what I was hoping for and not nearly the salary I was hoping for. Even working for my dad isn't going to be as lucrative as I once thought it would be. And I feel like a total butthead for even saying this when so many people are un- or under-employed.

So what I'm saying is that nothing has really gone to plan, and I'm absolutely terrified. Is it normal to be panicking nearly a year before graduation?

Scared Shitless and Running out of Optimism

Dear SSaRooO,

Is this normal? Hell, this is to textbook normal that I'm surprised they aren't teaching a class about it:

"You Plans are Meaningless: Section 101 Fate is Laughing at You"

Seriously, though, it really is normal. We make plans and we create expectations based on a set of criteria and a somewhat misinformed set of data. As we move forward in life we work and work and work and suddenly remember those plans and dreams and they aren't matching up and WHAT THE HELL!

But we only look at the goal and not what led us to decide that this was where the goal should be set. When you set this goal, how much did you understand about the vagaries of the economics of this country? When you were thinking about salary, where did your figures come from? How realistic were they? When you were thinking about the longevity of your relationship, where did...yeah you know.

It's perfectly normal to be scared. In fact it is GOOD to be scared. Being scared means you're thinking, it means you're paying attention, it means that you are learning early that things do not always turn out as we wish they would. The younger you learn to not only accept that but how to adapt to it, the better. Those people who seem to always hit whatever goals they set right on time? They're the ones that freak out in the grocery store one week because there's been a tomato recall and they had plans to make BLTs for dinner and how the good goddamm are they supposed to make a bacon lettuce and tomato sandwich if there are no tomatoes available for them to reach this goal. Weird but true. Trust me, I'm Auntie BubboPants.

Things won't turn out the way you expect them to, but if you are prepared and can adapt then quite often things end up way awesomer that you could have imagined.

This is not what I imagined my life would be like at 35. I never pictured any of this. But I love it, I really really do love it.

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