I was thinking: "What would Janet and Chrissy tell Jack to do?"Ask yourself: "What would Lucy and Ethel do?"
Here's a confession for ya: I thought for the longest while that it was "hair-brained" and not "hare-brained". I couldn't figure out the sense in thatA classic hare-brained scheme?![]()
Here's a confession for ya: I thought for the longest while that it was "hair-brained" and not "hare-brained". I couldn't figure out the sense in thatA classic hare-brained scheme?![]()
Confession: I wrote this on an application. The place I applied to had excerpt of funny applications posted on their wall and encouraged people to be funny when filling out their application, so:
What did you do about it? (in reference to a previous question about a problem at work)
"We all bitched & moaned on lunch break since the boss didn't seem to be bothered by it.
Standard employee proceedure."
It's a saying.How is having parents your choice?
This thread has also caused me to unexpectedly connect with someone pleasant, so I thank you for your part in that, Holdfast!
That grandfather story was very sad, my sympathies to whoever it happened to.
Once again I realise I was VERY lucky in my choice of parents.
I once found myself in love with another member of the TrekBBS.
A year ago my girlfriend and I were on very shaky ground due to large amounts of stress my then job was putting on me and our relationship. A person who I thought was my friend used her fragile emotional state and invited her to a party to help her relieve some of that stress. He got her drunk and took advantage of her. Flash forward and I have quit that job and my career is on the right track. My girlfriend and I are engaged and we have gotten past that dark time in our life. We are both happier than we've ever been. That 'friend' has been chastised and exiled by almost everyone he was ever friends with and is completely out of our lives. There's just one thing that keeps haunting my mind. Because of the timing, there's a 50/50 chance that my now two-month old son is not mine. I love him so much, and I know that will never change, but I know for his sake we have to find out if I'm his biological father or not because I don't want to put him through that kind of trauma when he's older. I keep putting it off, though, and I'm having trouble finding the strength to face the truth whatever that might be.
How is having parents your choice?
For that last confession.
Whatever happens, whoever it turns out provided the sperm. Never, ever, forget you are your son's father.
Fatherhood is so much more than chromosones.
Fatherhood (and motherhood) is who gives him the hugs, who helps him through the night, who helps him roll over, helps him crawl, helps him walk, who changes his diapers, who gets vomited on, who gets mushed up carrot spat all over him (that's something to look forward to)
Enjoy this time, your baby is so precious. Don't waste it wondering who provided the sperm. Find out for medical reasons, and be done with it. YOU are his father.
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