Smarty -- I don't want to get tooooo off-subject, so I'll answer briefly.

 

Thanks for the compliment about my nephew, Noah.  That photo actually doesn't show how really gorgeous he is.

 

You do not have an Aquarius Moon.  You have a Cancer Moon!  Cancer is a water sign with a strong family/home emphasis.   I wrote down your birth data from another message board -- January 21, 1970.  So, you are an Aquarius with a Cancer Moon.

 

I sing for myself but I don't really belt out tunes like I used to.  It's physically uncomfortable to sing because I wasn't doing it for 10 years.  It's like a muscle that hasn't been used too much.

Every astrololger starts with his or her own chart!  You know yourself best, so studying astrology and using your own chart (or family and friends' charts) is the way one usually learns.

I am in awe of some of these posts.  Some of our parents really believed in "tough love" didn't they?   I have a friend whose mother would put an unfinished dinner plate in the fridge and force her to eat it cold in the morning for breakfast, then lunch etc. until all the food was gone and the plate was scraped.  My father-in-law refused to let my husband enter the Naval Academy (even though he'd been accepted, had the prerequisite congressional recommendations etc) because "He was an enlisted man, and if it were good enough for him it was good enough for his son".  I confess I could never quite warm up to the man after I heard that (that and some of his other "spare the rod" type punishments") even though the man is a perfectly sweet grandfather to my children.

 

But on a lighter note...here's my story on why you should stay away from married men.( a disclaimer here:  I was about 20 years old and an idiot.)  When I was in the Navy, I went to Naval Justice School to be a court reporter.  One of my instructors was a genius teacher.  Smart, funny as hell, and just all-around-cool, ya know?  Before you think I was blinded by some "top-gun" type, I stood about a head taller (and I'm 5'7"), he had bad teeth, and thick glasses.  Well, about the second week of school, he seemed to take a fatherly interest in me, giving me all kinds of personal advice, helping me with school etc.  I was crazy about him.  (of course, he was married!, had a couple of young children) But nothing had happened so I didn't feel too guilty.  When school ended, I had a month's leave before heading off to Naples, Italy.  He suggested that I come back to school, pick up my paychecks, and have dinner with him (home was only a couple of hours away).  So, I did, (not innocently, I knew by then what he had planned)  Well, I got there, there were flowers waiting in my hotel room, he picked me up, and we went to this beautiful seafood restaurant for dinner & drinks.  He ordered some kind of seafood casserole but asked the waitress if it had scallops in it because he was high allergic to scallops.  (You can see this coming, right?)  We finished dinner (and I repeat myself here --- it was a very classy place -- black tie, etc.)  I'm in a very expensive black dress and high heels (which made me really tower over him) that I blew a whole paycheck on.  We're finishing the wine, he's holding my hand and rubbing my knee...and all of a sudden, he starts to turn red... and says his tongue itches.  He stands up and VOMITS all over me.  (I swear on my children this is true)  Then pitches face first on the floor, choking.  The whole place is in an uproar.  The ambulance comes...they need his name, doctor's name etc.  I think that the ambulance crew had a pretty good idea what was going on, when I refused to go to the hospital with them.  (He was okay, by the way)  So, there I am, all dressed up, with vomit dripping off me, my car is back at the hotel, in this beautiful place (with the bill still unpaid -- and more than I'd make in a month)  The waitress took pity on me, helped clean me up, called me a cab, accepted a check (against policy).  I went back to the hotel, called the hospital to see if he was okay, took a shower, (the dress was a total loss, I heaved it in garbage) packed my stuff and went home!!!!

 

It took me years to tell my mother what happened...she laughed.  I honestly think God was trying to tell me something.  He tried and tried to call me, but I just couldn't talk to him...the whole thing was so sordid (and funny, really).  So, that's why I never, ever messed with married men!!!  Live and Learn!

EnglishTeacher,

 

I can just see all of what you described happening in my mind's eye....not at all funny at the time but kinda laughable now.  You are probably very thankful that things ended up that way or God only knows what MAJOR upsets would have happened.  I only wish more women who find themselves involved with a married man would take heed of lessons...

 

Do I sound bitter?  I am!  A married woman took away my first husband.  She carried on an affair with him while I was pregnant with two of our children.  I still blame her more than I do him because we all know (no offense, Texoma or any other guy in here) that they are led by their hormones (to put it nicely!)  I don't think I've ever gotten over it.  BTW, she got a divorce during the affair and then put intense pressure on him to do the same.  They are still married.  It's a long, sad story that has had horrible consequences on my children as well as me.

 

 

 

I think the character was maybe Bea Arthur's character in "Golden Girls?"  I'm not judging you, please don't get me wrong.  My story was very bitter; I do have a good relationship with my ex but I still can't abide the "step-monster."  It is a looonnnggg and very sad story and my middle child is still paying for it at the age of 25.  It was that element of the whole mess that made me so bitter - not losing him.  It was the damage done to the kids that hurt so much.  They stayed with their father because there were three of them and he made (and controlled) the money.  Two of them ended up in inpatient psychiatric care and, as previously mentioned, one is still suffering though he is grown enough to put it behind him.  I still blame myself for leaving the kids with him...it was a decision, though done with the best intent, that will haunt me forever...

English Teacher, what a story!  You must have been mortified.  The jerk must have known you got stuck with the bill.  The least you could have done was reimburse you.

Rondi and LilOleMe, No, I don't blame you for being bitter.  It's horrible to lose your guy to another woman.

 typos, english, that would be the least he could have done.....