tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303939903393292266.post6649964807911320267..comments2024-03-19T01:23:12.584-06:00Comments on QAPTAIN MOMMYPANTS: Just Call Me..."Smokin' Fingers"Qaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090577030703367345noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303939903393292266.post-88541869243295356152010-03-12T21:48:03.961-07:002010-03-12T21:48:03.961-07:00Qait, I'm glad you were able to vent your feel...Qait, I'm glad you were able to vent your feelings in a way that was not harmful to anyone (or anything, I'm sure your harp will be fine), and I'm very glad that you can express how you were feeling. So normal. So understandable. Is this the first time you have felt this way, since not having your own place? If so, pretty remarkable. I understand how you feel; we had Pat's bro here for 8 months, and it is nice to feel like you have your own space and control over what goes on in your own home . . . and just be alone sometimes. I know you are making the best of the situation and that you're grateful to be where you are. It is a blessing, and you'll probably look back on the time with gratitude, and happiness that you could bond with Michael's family so much.Lizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09150166946200694592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303939903393292266.post-33746517902212236782010-03-11T19:28:56.667-07:002010-03-11T19:28:56.667-07:00I miss hearing Mom's quiet reactions to my cel...I miss hearing Mom's quiet reactions to my cello, and how sometimes I'd look up and she'd be in the doorway smiling or tearing up. :) I LOVE your little note by the asterisk. :DRaehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05496860234400536830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303939903393292266.post-14128233032997960512010-03-09T20:34:16.510-07:002010-03-09T20:34:16.510-07:00Even if you didn't know how to play the piano,...Even if you didn't know how to play the piano, it could be exhilaratingly relieving to just pound out something..."modern." ;) I've done it. Oh dear, sounds like instrument abuse!<br />I'm so glad I'm not alone! Phewf! A "jogging" buddy is always welcome!Qaithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07090577030703367345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303939903393292266.post-65022284071610883012010-03-09T13:42:13.661-07:002010-03-09T13:42:13.661-07:00Heavens do I understand how you feel! We've l...Heavens do I understand how you feel! We've lived with my parents now for 10 months. Early in my marriage we lived with my brother for two months. And in the middle of my marriage (the part where we actually had a great job and owned our own home), we had some friends and their two kids live with us for three months. There are just times you want your own space. And it is REALLY hard when you don't have any where that feels like your own. Especially when you feel like people are watching you and analyzing how lazy you are or how your kids watch too much TV or how you spend so many hours on the computer. [sigh] You are so lucky you play an instrument so you can try to blow off your anger on that. Maybe I should start practicing the piano and learn some really intense songs. :)janaehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00051039427781716343noreply@blogger.com