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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>avablog - Latest Comments in Remembering</title><link>http://avablog.disqus.com/</link><description>None</description><atom:link href="https://avablog.disqus.com/remembering/latest.rss" rel="self"></atom:link><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 11:41:25 -0000</lastBuildDate><item><title>Re: Remembering</title><link>http://nicheplayer.net/avablog/2009/07/06/remembering/#comment-19546304</link><description>&lt;p&gt;as we loaded into the van the other day, I looked at Mitch and said " I couldn't manage my life without you".  It's a different life than we had as as singles, as couples, as the parent of one, and a totally different passion, but it's still there.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Cindy</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 11:41:25 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Remembering</title><link>http://nicheplayer.net/avablog/2009/07/06/remembering/#comment-19546302</link><description>&lt;p&gt;you're doing it again, you two...  mark, you know how i feel about people and their bedroom scenes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is a hard time for all of you, but it will pass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was so horrible to my husband when we brought home our second child...  everything he did annoyed me, especially when he was trying to 'help' or tell me what he thought about things.  i was, admittedly, hormonal, sleep-deprived, and prone to unbelievably irrational behavior.  but i couldn't help it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when things were getting particularly ugly, i just decided to stop.  stop being such a rag and stop taking whatever it was i was feeling out on my husband.  not easily done, but i could tell i was hurting him and i didn't want to do that.  my husband noticed, and was relieved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(there's a whole other part about 'happiness' and how i don't really think in those terms, but, i'm not going to go there...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the point is, be nice to your wife.  and stop being so rational...  everyone knows you're a romantic.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">jwh</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 10:27:05 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: Remembering</title><link>http://nicheplayer.net/avablog/2009/07/06/remembering/#comment-19546303</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Funny.  I bumped into our chimes in the basement the other day and stood there listening to them like I was in a trance.  I considered grabbing them and hanging them on the porch, but stopped because I remembered how they annoy you.  Either one or both of us is / are misremembering, or people really do change over time.  Maybe it's only &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; chimes you find unpleasant.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">map</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 15:15:42 -0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>