U-Bet, and Children
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xiphiasI got my hands on a bottle of vanilla U-Bet!
Some of you know a lot of this story already. I got into an interesting discussion (not a flamewar) on the newsgroup alt.polyamory about the flag code, ettiquitte, and stuff like that. In the process, I, as I so often do, typed up a sentence that was, while grammatical, completely convoluted and complex. As a parenthetical aside, I said that I'd buy a beer for the first person who could diagram it.
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clairaide took up the challenge, and the results are here. Clairade, however, doesn't drink beer, so said she'd take a vanilla egg cream instead. I only tend to have chocolate U-Bet, so I posted on ne.food asking where I might be able to find vanilla U-Bet. David Chesler said that he had an extra bottle or two that he could let me have. So I made up a chocolate pie in trade (my modification of my great-aunt Debbie's recipe), and went over there.
David Chesler has three children, Lauren, Jack, and Kevin -- seven, five, and three -- three of my favorite ages. To say that they're adorable is to do them an injustice.
I didn't stay long, because I started getting a little catch in my throat.
See, I don't have any kids. And I really want them. And it's a little difficult when I meet really adorable, smart, geeky children (the three of them play D&D with their father! Is there anything possibly more wonderful?) without expecting it. I love children, especially children like the Cheslers. But it's a little difficult when I'm caught off-guard.
I got an email from my neice and nephew's mother (anyone else, that'd be called a "sister", but that's not how we do it in our family. She's not my sister, although she is my sister's sister. It's a long story. It has to do with how people choose to form families.) She's afraid that Lis and I are drifiting apart from them. I really don't want that to happen; I love my niece and nephew dearly and want to be close. But they live in another state. Not a terribly far away state, but another state nonetheless.
And, as a lot of you know, Lis and I have problems with infertility. She's getting treatment for it, but it's going to be a while before there's any remote chance that we can have children.
So I'm feeling . . . deprived, I guess. Childless. I'm teaching Hebrew School, so I get to interact with some kids, and I hope to get to know the Cheslers better so I can play with their children, and I want to find a way to deal with my niece and nephew more often.
Some of you know a lot of this story already. I got into an interesting discussion (not a flamewar) on the newsgroup alt.polyamory about the flag code, ettiquitte, and stuff like that. In the process, I, as I so often do, typed up a sentence that was, while grammatical, completely convoluted and complex. As a parenthetical aside, I said that I'd buy a beer for the first person who could diagram it.
clairaide took up the challenge, and the results are here. Clairade, however, doesn't drink beer, so said she'd take a vanilla egg cream instead. I only tend to have chocolate U-Bet, so I posted on ne.food asking where I might be able to find vanilla U-Bet. David Chesler said that he had an extra bottle or two that he could let me have. So I made up a chocolate pie in trade (my modification of my great-aunt Debbie's recipe), and went over there.David Chesler has three children, Lauren, Jack, and Kevin -- seven, five, and three -- three of my favorite ages. To say that they're adorable is to do them an injustice.
I didn't stay long, because I started getting a little catch in my throat.
See, I don't have any kids. And I really want them. And it's a little difficult when I meet really adorable, smart, geeky children (the three of them play D&D with their father! Is there anything possibly more wonderful?) without expecting it. I love children, especially children like the Cheslers. But it's a little difficult when I'm caught off-guard.
I got an email from my neice and nephew's mother (anyone else, that'd be called a "sister", but that's not how we do it in our family. She's not my sister, although she is my sister's sister. It's a long story. It has to do with how people choose to form families.) She's afraid that Lis and I are drifiting apart from them. I really don't want that to happen; I love my niece and nephew dearly and want to be close. But they live in another state. Not a terribly far away state, but another state nonetheless.
And, as a lot of you know, Lis and I have problems with infertility. She's getting treatment for it, but it's going to be a while before there's any remote chance that we can have children.
So I'm feeling . . . deprived, I guess. Childless. I'm teaching Hebrew School, so I get to interact with some kids, and I hope to get to know the Cheslers better so I can play with their children, and I want to find a way to deal with my niece and nephew more often.
