Lemons and Limes

I LOVE fresh limes in my water, tea, and even my sprite (when I am feeling the need for sugar).   When I have fish, again, the lime is my go to.  My husband likes em in Dr. Pepper.  I have found that to also be an improvement - and I already think DP is pretty awesome - not to mention Dublins... but I digress

I have found it interesting that it seems that all the money I have paid to improve my diction through semesters of diction classes may have been a complete waste.  When I order a lime, I always get a lemon. 

Not sure if this is just a waiter/waitress auto-pilot thing.  Or if perhaps in the heat of the lunch rush, or the piling up at dinner, they simply forget.  No matter,  I have started analysing this to see if perhaps it is my error.

1) I very distinctly say "lime."  Making sure that the "m" sounds like an "m".
2) I have tried the tactic of very speaking slowly.  I have a tendancy to speak too quickly.  Happens all the time.
3) I have asked the waiter "what are those little green fruits that are like lemons?"  they always reply, "Limes?"  "Yes!  I'll have one of those in my tea."  Which I decided after trying once, that was perhaps viewed as irritating, so I haven't done it since.  That and the fact that I STILL got a lemon...

My husband finds it cute (I think) that I seem inept to order my beverage of choice.  He decided to come to my rescue.  This also proved interesting, because when he orders my tea with lime, I always get the lime... 

only mildly frustrating

We have now devised a plan that he usually orders for me.  I don't mind and I get what I want.  :)  If I end up forgetting, and order my own tea with lime, Greg orders a side of limes.  When my tea comes out with a lemon, his side of limes is there to rescue me.

What a hero. ;)

It's just not fair...

After the wedding, I think we both put on a little extra weight.  We definitely were exhusted from the previous 6 months of activity - planning wedding/honeymoon, moving, picking up extra gigs as we could.

Tired.

However, I was pretty proud that it seemed that I had gained a little less than half of what my man did.  I thought this to be a relatively manageable thing.  I just need to start paying more attention to what I am eating, etc... I teased him a little about how we were getting fat, and that was that.  He was on board to loose a little weight.

As I was envisioning walks in the park after work - maybe some gym action - he said, I'm gonna cut out soda completely.  I thought that was a good start.  Until a week later he had lost everything he had put on...

SO not fair.

I HATE arguing.  Let it be known.

Luckily I married a wonderful man who generally doesn't care for it either - or at least he doesn't usually argue with me.  :)  That isn't to say that I always "win."  Oh, to the contrary.  One of the reasons I married Greg is because I knew he wouldn't be afraid to argue with me if he felt strongly - or even tell me 'no' - which I must say is difficult to hear.  However, I respect him all the more for it.

However, I often feel that my need for folks to get along with each other and NOT debate something to the "nth" degree, often puts me at a disadvantage.  I have opinions that I often do not express as I want to avoid the argument that will surely arise from another person.  But, then, if I don't say anything, then I feel like I am not really participating.  Those who argue certainly don't care if I argue with them - they see it as a sport.  While I loathe what they refer to as 'banter', they seem to draw energy from it.

So frustrating for me.  

Recently, politics have been quite the hot topic.  I don't really like politics and I try to avoid them if possible.  But they effect me whether I acknowledge them or not.  I have feelings - sometimes strong feelings - about them.  It is hard to not be swept up into the storm of flying words.  As much as I hate that storm, I feel like if I don't participate, then I am not standing up for what I believe is right. Especially since, those things will effect my life - and possibly those who come after me. But then again, how much does it matter to Washington what I think - how I feel.  It doesn't, right?  So why get upset about it?  I guess because I feel helpless when things don't go the way I think they should.  My life changes based on what those on Capital Hill choose to pass or reject.  As many folks wrote yesterday - that is part of living in a democracy.  Sometimes it works for you and sometimes against you.

If I don't stand up for things I think are right, I am truly not participating.  However, if I choose to take a stand, then all those who oppose get to argue with me.  That is a fair, but vicious cycle.  :)  I suppose the best answer to to agree to disagree.  To disengage with those who find arguing a sport. 

I don't want to be complacent, but I don't want to fight about it.  Is that so much to ask?  :)