Why? Why do I have to have one? The moment we got engaged, I could feel the air change in the room. I was no longer the girlfriend, I was now the other woman. The o-womyn who would never be good enough for precious him. It was fine as just the gfriend. She was nice, she was friendly, all was fab. Then we got engaged.
The questions and comments were unreal: 'Do you cook every night?', 'That was a long drive-did you share the task?' Her sister even asked me point blank: 'How old are you?' wtf.
The assumption, hard and fast, that I would be changing my last name: 'Your new initials will be AMC. How nice.'
ugh.
I have a friend who is a mom in law and she sends her daughter in law for pedicures at the spa and then watches the kids while the d-in-law is being pampered. I mean, come on.
(why not me?)
Why can some of them (m-in-law) function with the new gal in town just fine while others are basket cases of crazy. Are they unnerved? Confused? No social skills finally being revealed? Cause, really, a d-in-law doesn't become any more real then when she shows up at your front door with your baby boy. Cue shit hitting fan.
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Saturday, August 2, 2014
Obsession with...Colosseo in Roma
Lately, I have been noticing that certain images, places, etc...really, really strike a nerve with me. I guess things, people and places have always done that but now I want to know why.
Was it a past lives association? Something in the colour, texture, other that catches a deep distant memory temporarily locked away in my cerebral cortex?
Here is a drawing of the Coliseum in Rome (built 72-80 A.D.) that grabs me...I like attempts at what it may have looked like more then what it now looks like and I'm not sure why, though there are some beauts of pics on flickr with some gorgeous Roman azul sky.
I like the fact that it may have been used for mock naval battles as well. And had pretty awnings to shade the more affluent side/curve/end of the building.
Medieval depiction of Rome (artist unknown)
The Christian Martyrs' Last Prayer, by Jean-Léon Gérôme (1883)
Pollice Verso ("Thumbs Down") by Jean-Léon Gérôme, 1872
Thomas Cole, 1832
I like that there were 2 grand doors at either end and the gladiators would exit either the Gate of Life (back to gladiator school) or the Gate of Death, which in most cases, would be their freedom finally.
I will leave you with your thoughts and this great pano site:
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