tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post1170840829789336978..comments2024-03-20T08:32:25.794-04:00Comments on Dept. of Nance: There Once Was A List From Nantucket...The Dept. Is NSFWNancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-15226451899095172182011-10-19T14:52:09.512-04:002011-10-19T14:52:09.512-04:00Mikey G.--Yes.Mikey G.--Yes.Nancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-64688352694556251702011-10-18T23:31:27.553-04:002011-10-18T23:31:27.553-04:00Nance - Start planning your trip to San Francisco ...Nance - Start planning your trip to San Francisco ;-)Mikey G.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-18327024837897885742011-10-17T16:19:38.696-04:002011-10-17T16:19:38.696-04:00Mage--Intriguing. Can you provide an example?
J.@...Mage--Intriguing. Can you provide an example?<br /><br />J.@jj--Very Californian. LOL. Just kidding. Actually, very Dr. Spock, some would say, at least those who accused him of being at the heart of Parent Permissiveness. But I completely agree. Picking your battles is something I heard from my sister Patti, mother of four, and someone who started on her Motherhood Voyage much earlier than I did. As I said in a post I wrote in tribute to her a few years ago, she taught me a TON about life, parenting, and so many other things. Continues to, in fact. I love the Philosophy of Saying Yes, though, and it is one I am embracing NOW. I lived by The No my entire life. I could find an excuse NOT to do stuff for...well, EVER. Now, I'm done saying no. You and Mikey G. have reaffirmed the Say Yes Philosophy for me. But, returning to your original point, it's sadly true. Parents instinctively say No so often. Your daughter is fortunate that you read that book.Nancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-14054176813680178352011-10-17T15:33:10.439-04:002011-10-17T15:33:10.439-04:00I'm saying fuck it to folks who won't cove...I'm saying fuck it to folks who won't cover their own backs. Simple stuff like that.Magehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333086721654817750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-81380152191415411652011-10-15T17:52:42.552-04:002011-10-15T17:52:42.552-04:00I don't think I have a list, but early on, rea...I don't think I have a list, but early on, reading a book about parenting, I read something about choosing your battles and letting other things GO, really letting them go. And saying yes whenever possible, because we say no so often, it's good to say yes when we can. I took these philosophies to heart, so I don't generally sweat the small stuff with my daughter, my marriage, or my job. Are there things I still haven't really let go of, that I should? Yes. I need to work on them. Perhaps a fuck it list is just the way to get rid of them.Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00653383372182667361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-60907875654862904172011-10-14T10:24:16.268-04:002011-10-14T10:24:16.268-04:00Ortizzle--Oh, why aren't we neighbors? So sad....Ortizzle--Oh, why aren't we neighbors? So sad. Anyway. That graphic of Julie makes me laugh out loud, literally, every time I look at it. I have no idea where it is from originally. I just Googled "Fuck It" on an Image search, and there it was. so wonderful. College textbooks are just ripe for a congressional investigation, but we all know why that won't happen. The fact that you care makes YOU awesome, woman.<br /><br />Bug--I think you really got to the core there when you said that it's an age thing. When you're in your twenties, you don't sweat anything, but when you start raising kids and building a family or building a life with a partner, whether it be spouse or business, you suddenly become invested in EVERYTHING. Later, things start to sort of plateau. That's when the Fuck It Philosophy looks best.<br /><br />Sputnik--Not arguing with me about something I deeply care about may never go on the FIL. THAT is my hot button for life, perhaps. Nothing frosts my cupcakes more than someone with no passion for...SOMETHING. But, certainly, when you've finally added something to the FIL, let it lie. Bravo for you. And, may I say, who the fuck cares who is and who isn't a Baby Boomer? BFD.<br /><br />Mary g--When I think of all the time and effort I put into doing my nails way back when, I could spit. ON MY NAILS. What a waste. Yes, they looked pretty, but I actually agonized over it. Now, due to medication side-effect, my nails are thin and peely, so I just cut them short and don't think twice about it. As far as Husband Critiques--Rick has never. I'll count myself as Lucky now.Nancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-63003535288661435642011-10-14T00:30:56.152-04:002011-10-14T00:30:56.152-04:00I, too, have an Eff-it List. It's been around...I, too, have an Eff-it List. It's been around for a while and if it were rope, you could wrap it around the world several times. So I'll just give you today's little Eff-it:<br /><br />Workin' all day long trying to get a new textbook package that students can actually afford. Just when the publisher's deal starts looking reasonable, they tell me, "Of course, you'll have to add a 25% mark-up from the bookstore." So Ortizzle says: Fuck it, Follett! <br /><br />On another note: Julie Andrews prancing around the lively hills chirping "Look at all the fucks I give" is the funniest thing I have seen in a long time. You're awesome, woman.Ortizzlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03709991994425909880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-55325887239604749222011-10-13T10:06:08.591-04:002011-10-13T10:06:08.591-04:00I'm much more mellow about things after almost...I'm much more mellow about things after almost 21 years of marriage - when I was younger everything was Very Important. <br /><br />I don't have a list, per se, but I will make a spontaneous decision to let go of something if I run out of time or energy (or money!).The Bughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07509037206264761261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-11946903996464598372011-10-13T09:46:58.927-04:002011-10-13T09:46:58.927-04:00What Mary G said, plus: For 20 years my husband an...What Mary G said, plus: For 20 years my husband and I have been fighting about whether or not he is a baby boomer. Last weekend he read some article about baby boomers and declared me The End of the Boomers and exonerated himself from being a boomer. He knows this is a button to push with me. I refused to fly into a tizzy. I simply asked him what advice the article had. He was thrown for a loop and started pacing around, then said, "Why aren't you fighting back that I AM a boomer?" I replied, "I'm frankly sick of the issue."sputnikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11636063437215380370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-14568555676339617012011-10-12T21:37:37.517-04:002011-10-12T21:37:37.517-04:00A squeaky clean house. Manicured nails. Reading th...A squeaky clean house. Manicured nails. Reading the novels on the honours lists. Paying attention to my husband's criticisms and instructions. Well, that's a start. I have been at this longer than you have, but never knew what to call the list. Now I do.<br />Snort.MARY Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13178370815712313585noreply@blogger.com