I hope you all had a great weekend. Personally, I solved the issue of a national energy policy, again; reiterated the need for the United nations regardless of liking or not liking the rhetoric there, again; pointed out that oil prices are falling regardless of what the President of Venezuela says, again; and had a simply wonderful dinner. I might point out that not one of those issues occurred with someone who lived in the United States. I hate to be the one to tell you, but the internet is for more than porn.
I have started a systematic search, but i have not yet found a medication to fight the blogging addiction. But I digress.
I have a nameless friend who is having a screaming fight with a man. I asked if they were having trouble hearing each other. I mean, I scream when people don't seem to be able to hear me. Don't you? Otherwise, it strains my vocal cords. I think the bigger problem is manoevering. Trying to get an advantage over the other. In other words, having something to hide. It is so much easier to simply say "When you (describe the behavior) swill zinfandel with my roast dinner, (now describe how you feel) I feel so hurt and crushed having spent six hours making dinner". Now, let's say you don't understand this. you might say. "I don't understand, please tell me why?" Perfectly valid. And you might hear that it's the mixing of a sweet white wine with a hearty red meat that is just sooooo inappropriate.
Now, if you aren't such a skilled negotiator, you should always consider arguing naked. Hard to hide things that way. They might try that at the UN. Want to limit arguments? Limit the arguments to a steam room. You want to argue, only in there. Resolve it there, or make another trip back in. Simple eh.
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No, if they allowed naked discussions at the UN, all the men would sit there comparing penis size, and we'd be back where we started.
You are talking about red zin with the roast, not white, right? Because I would scream too if it's white zin with a roast.
Reb, you are living with an over-stressed IT contractor who has his head up his ass. Better go back to bed, assume the lotus position, naked, and call me right away. I'll be there as soon as the blueberry muffins come out of the oven.
Alison - as usual, you have a point. Send more women to the UN. I should be an unaligned delagate.
Mist - I'd only swill red with your roast. Got ginger?
As a matter of fact, I do have ginger.
I also have pickles. They go with both red and white wine. Unless you have vodka, then they go with vodka.
ah thanks, CEO.
you were right. argument, shmargument. its all good now.
i think it was because we had blueberry muffins in the sauna at the UN. ;)
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