tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post4592450841970208777..comments2023-10-05T10:00:27.231-07:00Comments on The Diary of a Gold-Digger: In which Primo and I realize we have irreconcilable differencesthe gold diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134199198587591427noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-13066578889095069202012-04-15T16:31:26.843-07:002012-04-15T16:31:26.843-07:00thats what i'm sayin'. i have a story abou...thats what i'm sayin'. i have a story about the MIL called "The Dreadful Peony Breakdown." i'm not even kidding. i just feel like i have to share it. sigh.... must find an outlet. some of these stories are priceless.<br />;-)Ohiofarmgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02606563929369721111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-35153837797202464742012-04-14T06:44:19.286-07:002012-04-14T06:44:19.286-07:001. It's truly possible. I have read your blog ...1. It's truly possible. I have read your blog and know what you're about.<br /><br />2. I think you should. I hope this blog is buried enough. None of Primo's friends know about it, not because they would tell but because he is so mortified at how awful his parents are. I am writing a novel based on all of this, but have to figure out how to disguise names and locations just in case Doris stumbles on it. The thing is, I can't change the events. If she read something with different names, etc, would she say, "Oh! I knew we weren't the only ones who threatened not to come to our own son's wedding/criticize our daughter in law for not eating bacon right/get drunk every afternoon" or would she recognize herself?<br /><br />3. Why waste good cheese on someone who won't appreciate it?the gold diggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09134199198587591427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-17292259854093873992012-04-14T05:31:19.070-07:002012-04-14T05:31:19.070-07:00several confessions:
1. i think we were supposed ...several confessions:<br /><br />1. i think we were supposed to be related in another life. <br />2. i fully intend to start a blog called The Worst Mother-in-Law EVER... but i really gotta bury it b/c you know.. what if she finds out? but then i cant believe it could get any worse... she doesnt live a plane ride away. i am also "that woman." but she did come to our wedding.. so she could make it all about her.<br />3. i dont let TBM eat the good cheese. i hide it from him. there. i said it.Ohiofarmgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02606563929369721111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-11354546085761462502012-02-25T07:28:55.023-08:002012-02-25T07:28:55.023-08:00Primo held in the farts while we were dating, too....Primo held in the farts while we were dating, too.the gold diggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09134199198587591427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-28206499392571301592012-02-24T20:43:46.357-08:002012-02-24T20:43:46.357-08:00I don't understand why I would do something di...I don't understand why I would do something different on dates than I would once married? Except I'm more domestic married. And I never really dated the people I married. Come to think of it, I never dated much.<br /><br />Champagne with waffles! And strawberries! And whipped cream! And crisp bacon with maple syrup, mmmm.<br /><br />Diet coke goes with everything. Why would I give up the delicious chemical goodness as it burns down my throat and brings clarity to my thoughts?<br /><br />IvyKllrAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-87225542276329002602012-02-09T13:27:17.599-08:002012-02-09T13:27:17.599-08:00Tabitha, I don't starve. I just eat too much b...Tabitha, I don't starve. I just eat too much because I snack and then I eat.<br /><br />Webb, Primo eats everything except orange-flavored food and pinto beans. He eats tripe. It's gross. <br /><br />I'm glad to have you guys here!the gold diggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09134199198587591427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-60046231359188463842012-02-09T10:58:00.640-08:002012-02-09T10:58:00.640-08:00Masks, indeed. That's what it's all about...Masks, indeed. That's what it's all about. Like you, I want to eat when it's ready - I want the hot foods hot, and the cold foods cold - not everything lukewarm. My guy doesn't want anything on his plate that he will not eventually eat, so he cuts out all the bones, the skins,the whatever ... and drags it out forever!<br /><br />Methinks you need to learn to love the wine, so you can eat your dinner and then drink while he catches up. You don't have to do all that swirling and nose stuff, just find the wines you like and enjoy them ... starting, of course, with champagne for your waffles!<br /><br />Came over from Tish Jett's and think I will follow along for a while.webbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15168174623602308906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-87278025082623947932012-02-09T10:40:17.414-08:002012-02-09T10:40:17.414-08:00Ha! We never eat together, well only at the weeken...Ha! We never eat together, well only at the weekend, there is no way I am starving till 8 or 8.30pm to please a man!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-31120029442885068932012-02-07T11:18:21.048-08:002012-02-07T11:18:21.048-08:00Vicki, I don't mind cooking, but I don't w...Vicki, I don't mind cooking, but I don't want to have to cook. And there is nothing wrong with Cheerios for supper.<br /><br />Butters, how can someone KEEP TALKING WHEN THERE IS FOOD? Focus, people. Focus!the gold diggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09134199198587591427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-61433888694864577322012-02-07T08:20:17.567-08:002012-02-07T08:20:17.567-08:00Uh oh. I think we might be seeing the same guy. We...Uh oh. I think we might be seeing the same guy. We almost didn't make it past the second date. When the waiter put our food down in front of us... my guy didn't eat. He didn't even pick up his fork. He didn't even acknowledge that food had appeared right in front of him. He just kept going on with the conversation, which had become dreadfully awkward at this point, because all I could think about was how long do I have to wait for this joker before I dig into the mouthwatering duck confit in front of me without appearing like a boor. On the outside, I was all nods and smiles, but on the inside I was all "EAT! EAT, DAMN YOU!" That was a year ago, and now that we live together, I'm comfortable enough to just dig in, but I still hate looking up from my plate to see he's only on his third bite or so. Some people put their fork down between bites, and other people are me. Never the twain shall meet. :)Buttershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08090084308920346417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-65491236775660063402012-02-06T13:09:43.563-08:002012-02-06T13:09:43.563-08:00For me, it's not the eating. It's the cook...For me, it's not the eating. It's the cooking that's boring. I HATE cooking. I hate peeling potatoes, racking my brain for recipes, everything. Sometimes I will lamely suggest to husband, "Why don't YOU make dinner tonight?" It's on these nights that I end up having cereal and he has nothing. <br /><br />And yes, champagne goes with most meals.VickiBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17733439281730830352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-91510534727637758732012-02-04T09:20:19.088-08:002012-02-04T09:20:19.088-08:00Jen, we do have nice brunches on the weekend. Usua...Jen, we do have nice brunches on the weekend. Usually, Primo makes omelettes. Today, though, we had eggs on a tomato-chorizo sauce, topped with grated cheese and onions.<br /><br />Herewegoagain - Yes! Dating is one big lie! Primo was not obsessed with politics before we were married. If he had been, things might have turned out differently.<br /><br />Ms Mindless, I have shared the wine suggestion with Primo and he is intrigued.the gold diggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09134199198587591427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-9882120669655186592012-02-03T08:10:37.676-08:002012-02-03T08:10:37.676-08:00I'm dying laughing right now. I have a few tho...I'm dying laughing right now. I have a few thoughts on this.<br /><br />1. there is an obvious "wine" choice for waffles. Champagne. Make mimosa :) or bellinis. I do waffles for dinner with mimosas all the time :)<br /><br />2. I would eat all the very good cheese too. <br /><br />3. I am a recovering diet coke addict as well and I do a very bad job of swirling the wine, letting it breathe and all that jazz. Give me something good and I want to guzzle it!<br /><br />you are right. These are all irreconcilable differences/ You'll have to complain about it for the next 50 years :)ms. mindlesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02472845738179189141noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-51071824527784774312012-02-02T19:20:42.382-08:002012-02-02T19:20:42.382-08:00It's all lies before marriage and then...you&#...It's all lies before marriage and then...you're stuck. I thought my dh was social when we dated. We had COUPLE friends! Now, I just have girlfriends and he has...me.<br />And? He also thinks waffles are not a good dinner, whereas they are among my most favorite of dinners. He eats slowly, I'm done in a minute, etc...etc.. We are also cloth napkin users. But, the worst of it is this...my goal weight is just to weigh less than him. ALL meal time differences pale when I'm Jack Sprat's wife.<br />And that was a lie before we married too. He outweighed me then by 35 lbs. Liar.herewegoagainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16475883634621199391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-66619849399305587152012-02-02T15:23:45.575-08:002012-02-02T15:23:45.575-08:00How about a few compromises: During the week, dinn...How about a few compromises: During the week, dinner is at 7:00 and it's whatever you cook. <br /><br />On the weekends, alternate between a big lunch and big dinner (maybe a big dinner on Saturday, then a big lunch/brunch on Sunday). Agree on the times and menus in advance and also cook together.Jennifer (Jen on the Edge)https://www.blogger.com/profile/11334111687109555812noreply@blogger.com