If you like pina coladas…
posted in Uncategorized |Of course, the blog title isn’t original. While googling the lyrics to find out when the song was written, I found that lots of folks (including Dave Barry!) used that line as a lead in to this story.
The song was about a couple who were bored with each other; one day, the female half of the couple went cruising the personals ads and found one that resonated with her. So she made arrangements to meet with the guy (via ads), walked in, and found…
…the guy was her significant other.
So that was the song.
In this week’s news, there’s the tale above, of Sana and Adnan, a married couple who haven’t spoken much lately.
Sana and Adnan met each other pseudonomously (sp?) in a chat room, one was “Sweetie”, the other was “Prince of Joy”. They started talking. And talking. And kept meeting up with each other online. And decided they had found their soul mates. Then they decided to meet up.
In the song, it was a happy ending. In real life, it wasn’t. The couple is in the process of divorcing, each party claiming the other was cheating on the marriage.
Which begs the question: Hey? Yoohoo! You said he was your “soul mate”! You’ve decided this twice now! Maybe, rather than getting a divorce, you should get marriage counseling, and figure out why you and your soul mate keep messing up?
Oh, well.
Onto other, less amusing things…
A lovely day. OmegaDad left work early and puttered around the house. I finished up working, took the dawg for a walk, and then we headed off to open a bank account locally (did you know there is ONE Bank of America ATM within hundreds–if not thousands–of miles of us?! ONE!!). Then we headed off to pick up the dotter from after-school care.
When we arrived, out in the play area there was A Scene Taking Place.
One of the participants was the dotter.
Another participant, D., was in tears.
I walked up to hear Miss Cassie explaining to the dotter that she had hurt D.’s feelings by sticking out her tongue and saying, “Go away! I don’t like you!” Miss Cassie was being excellent, and I actually wanted to take her home and keep her around to pull out at times like this, to explain in very compassionate tones and words just how the dotter has made someone else feel and to suggest ways to behave to resolve situations (for instance, she said it was okay to not like someone else, but not okay to be mean to that someone else).
When the dotter knows she is in the wrong, she behaves a very specific way. She was behaving that very specific way. But then she insisted to us, in the car later, that she hadn’t done it. Then she flounced and sassed.
Um.
Three strikes, kiddo.
Sigh.
