tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524352043863959090.post1968629777417289345..comments2023-10-15T08:45:58.934-05:00Comments on Slop-n-Goulash: Dinner of Champions!: A Life Well Spent...or Not?Slop -n- Goulash: Dinner of Champions!http://www.blogger.com/profile/10609954816213004079noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524352043863959090.post-80013002413513624642009-01-02T06:56:00.000-06:002009-01-02T06:56:00.000-06:00Thanks, Karen, for the great story. It does make o...Thanks, Karen, for the great story. It does make one feel grateful they had such great parents (and I do have great parents.)Slop -n- Goulash: Dinner of Champions!https://www.blogger.com/profile/10609954816213004079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524352043863959090.post-15157093481561330082009-01-01T10:33:00.000-06:002009-01-01T10:33:00.000-06:00Hi there, We have a similar story in our family. M...Hi there, We have a similar story in our family. My Aunt on my Mom's side married her High School sweet heart in the 1960s. She and Neil met at about age 14. <BR/><BR/>Neil's father had taken off when Neil and his 2 bothers were very young. Their mother was an alcoholic. The 3 brothers spent several years in an orphanage when they were growing up. Our family helped Neil get through his teenage years more than his own relatives did. <BR/><BR/>Within the last few years his mother has made contact. Our family feels it is better late than never, but hesitate to get too close. My Aunt rarely attends any of the get-togethers and leaves the heart mending to her husband. <BR/><BR/>Nothing will change the childhood that Neil experienced, however, so in that sense it was not a life well spent. Forgiveness is good though, as it does provide personal benefit . . . a lighter, happy heart :) <BR/><BR/>Wishing you all the best for 2009.<BR/>~ KarenKaren ~ Cider Antiqueshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03786981151370983908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524352043863959090.post-10299980008549085662008-12-24T07:05:00.000-06:002008-12-24T07:05:00.000-06:00Becky - Thanks. I admire how much you post. I just...Becky - Thanks. I admire how much you post. I just can't wrap my head around anything interesting enough to post every day - or even every other day! :)<BR/>Diver Daisy- Angel? Saint? Surely you jest. That husband I've had the 28 year love affair with with be the first to laugh his butt off at that one! : )<BR/>Minivan Ninja - Yes, that's the way I'm trying to look at it too - that he tried - better late than never. : )Slop -n- Goulash: Dinner of Champions!https://www.blogger.com/profile/10609954816213004079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524352043863959090.post-3268266450187629832008-12-23T22:03:00.000-06:002008-12-23T22:03:00.000-06:00That's a fascinating story. It's amazing how peop...That's a fascinating story. It's amazing how people can come out of what is a far less than ideal situation and still become fantastic people (your husband). I think I agree with you that it was a life well spent, especially in that he made the effort to make things right in the only way he knew how. A lot of people never figure that out.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524352043863959090.post-25762792430552796202008-12-21T23:12:00.000-06:002008-12-21T23:12:00.000-06:00Are you an angel or a saint? :) I do find your lo...Are you an angel or a saint? :) I do find your long love affair with your hubby most interesting and absolutely precious. My grandparents met when my grampa moved in next door to my gramma. They were 3 and 4 years old. They married when they were 22, one week before he left for the war. I find long marriages so inspiring and beautiful. I can tell you find a lot of comfort in each other.Diver Daisyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10818198494794901379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524352043863959090.post-75592156495475452642008-12-21T13:53:00.000-06:002008-12-21T13:53:00.000-06:00Very nice post, MAM.Very nice post, MAM.Becky Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.com