I'd Like To Know...

About table manners.

Scene: Ryan and I, enjoying a pizza together for dinner (about 5 minutes ago) before we go to bed and get up early for Disneyland tomorrow.

I eat politely (as politely as one can with hands) because Ryan is important to me and even though we're comfortable together, I like to show that I respect his company by not being rude and disgusting at the table. I use my napkin as needed.

Ryan, on the other hand, licks his fingers. I look at him horrified and ask him not to do that. He doesn't understand why. I say it makes me sick to see him slobbering all over his hands when I'm trying to ingest my food.

I ask him if he would behave that way at the White House. He says of course not, not around important people, he'd be on his best behavior.

Cue heart drop. I'm not important?

I say "practice the way you'd perform." He does not understand my metaphor. Argument ensues. I ask why manners are not important to him, I ask if his parents set a bad example when he was young. He says that his mom licks her fingers.

Bingo.

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Now, I'm asking you all. And don't worry about disagreeing with me. I know we all have our opinions and I will not be upset if you take his side. I just want to get a general concensus to determine if I'm onto something or just delusional.


Am I acting out of line? Or, are manners and being polite something that should at least be attempted in a loving relationship? I think what upset me the most was that he's not even willing to try...for me.


Please help me out. Any advice or insight would be appreciated. I'm feeling lost and like I'm standing alone... also, concerned about our future -- my tolerance for his extremely bad table manners (he also wolfs down his food and then leaves the table while I'm still eating at a normal pace), and the bad example he's bound to set for our future children. (IMG:http://the-pensieve.org/forums/style_emoticons/default/unsure.gif)



Thanks,
Lil

P.S. a disclaimer: I know that this is minor and there are more important things going on in the world. I hope you don't think I'm shallow. I just wanted some outside opinions to sort out my confusion.

Guess What Everyone!

Please let it be known, that on this lovely 5th day of June, 2004, one Lil and one, lets call him 'Timeturner' celebrate their engagement to be married. (IMG:http://the-pensieve.org/forums/style_emoticons/default/icon_mrgreen.gif) (IMG:http://the-pensieve.org/forums/style_emoticons/default/tongue.gif) (IMG:http://the-pensieve.org/forums/style_emoticons/default/laugh.gif)


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(Flying a kite on the beach.)



Okay, seriously, I’m on cloud 9. Timeturner proposed (the correct way, on one knee) at my family’s beach house last Friday (May 28).



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(This is the deck of my family's beach house where he proposed.)



Anyway, I have never been happier and more frightened at the same time. Weddings are expensive and I get all overwhelmed trying to plan a birthday party, let alone a wedding.


We plan to marry in the first or second week in November of this year. I just wanted all of my HP buddies to know and share in my happiness!

But, back to the romantic part. Timeturner’s proposal was so sweet and perfect--right out of a fairy tale. He got everything right, even the exact ring I wanted! (platinum princess-cut) I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. (IMG:http://the-pensieve.org/forums/style_emoticons/default/icon_mrgreen.gif) (IMG:http://the-pensieve.org/forums/style_emoticons/default/icon_mrgreen.gif) (IMG:http://the-pensieve.org/forums/style_emoticons/default/icon_mrgreen.gif) (IMG:http://the-pensieve.org/forums/style_emoticons/default/icon_mrgreen.gif) (IMG:http://the-pensieve.org/forums/style_emoticons/default/icon_mrgreen.gif)

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(TT thinking he looks charming).
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My Boyfriend, The Filmmaker.

Hi everyone!

I want to share something very cool (to me) with you all. As most of you probably know, my boyfriend Ryan is a student filmmaker. Well, I guess I should just say filmmaker, because he graduated from SDSU on Saturday! (It's about time, really)

Anyway, being the resourceful, clever boy that he is, he was able to kill several birds with a few stones this semester. In other words, he combined class assignments to make his life easier and to make better projects.

Ryan took a web design class and for his final assignment had to make his own webpage. He also took an 'entertainment business' class and had to register his own production company.

So, the final product was desiging a webpage FOR his production company! Dun dun dun...

So...check it out. It's pretty well done, for a web design amateur.

Also, being an actor myself, I was in several of his films, and the films he did cinematography for. See if you can spot me in any of the screen shot photos.

So, keep an eye out for the name Ryan Mudd. He may be the next Spielberg. (IMG:http://the-pensieve.org/forums/style_emoticons/default/wink.gif) Here's Ryan's site -- Eminent Pictures

Lil

A Mother's Worst Nightmare

Hi Guys!

I got this e-mail forward from my mom. I don't know if it's true or not, but I do know that if my (future) daughter ever pulled something like this, she'd be grounded for life!

A mother enters her daughter's bedroom and sees a letter over the bed. With the worst premonition, she reads it with trembling hands:

Mom,

It is with great regret and sorrow I'm telling you that I eloped with my new boyfriend. I found real passion and he is so nice, with all his piercings and tattoos and his big motorcycle. But it is not only that mom, I'm pregnant and Ahmed said that we will be very happy in his trailer in the woods.

He wants to have many more children with me and that's one of my dreams. I've learned that marihuana doesn't hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and his friends, who are providing us with all the cocaine and ecstasies we may want. In the meantime, we'll pray for the science to find the AIDS cure, for Ahmed to get better, he deserves it.

Don't worry Mom, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Some day I'll visit, for you to know your grandchildren.

Your daughter, Judith

PS: Mom it's not true. I'm at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to show you that there are worst things in life than the school's report card that's in my desk's drawer..I love you! (IMG:http://the-pensieve.org/forums/style_emoticons/default/tongue.gif)

Moved Am I, To Reply.

Hello hello, it's me. Well, after a long hiatus from this place, I am back and ready to post. (Lord, I sound nerdy, anyway...)

I had this idea...I was re-reading one of my favourite poems today and I thought, well it's wonderfully written and pretty much perfect, but I'm not completely satisfied. See, I am in love with the rhyme scheme, rythem and voice of this poem, but I do not agree with the message.

And so I thought, what if I replied to it? Unfortunately, Mr. Henley could never read it, but I was instantly inspired by his poem and challenged by this idea.

So, if you wish to, post your favourite poem (or, a poem) and then write your own reply.

Rules: Your poem must be similar to the theme and subject of the poem to which you are replying. Similar format/style/rhyme scheme would be cool too...but not required or anything. I hope someone will try this out, it would be fun to read others'! (IMG:http://the-pensieve.org/forums/style_emoticons/default/icon_mrgreen.gif)


Invictus
by, William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole.
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced, nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance,
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears,
Looms but the horror of the shade.
And yet the menace of the years,
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments, the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


Here's mine. I won't even pretend it comes close to the excellence of Henley's, heh.


Unconditional

Into the night, I swiftly go,
My footsteps firm and echoing.
To find your invincible soul,
My faith, a gift to share, I bring.

The black of night unfurls its cloak,
You suffer, but make not a sound.
Compassion, from my eyes evoked,
Your proud head rests upon the ground.

Though unexplained, and hard to see
The sense in staking your whole life,
On wind that whispers through the trees.
Have trust you must, release your strife.

Captain, explain what haunts your dreams,
For rhyme and reason, look above.
Hope and faith weaving their strong seams,
But, the greatest of these, is love.