tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8426664962286380303.post930348374606959975..comments2023-10-30T03:07:59.250-07:00Comments on Blah-dee Blah Blah Blah-dee Blah Blah Blog: Momma Said There'd Be Days Like This...Blah-dee Blah Blah Blah-dee Blah Blah Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06270433511823901795noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8426664962286380303.post-66360351377888010852011-03-24T10:35:15.965-07:002011-03-24T10:35:15.965-07:00Well, you're aces in my book. You and Tristan...Well, you're aces in my book. You and Tristan should come and visit! <br />As far as Alaskans go, they're really a tender bunch. I had extreme culture shock when I left the state because of how unfriendly people in the lower 48 were compared to the community in Fairbanks. <br />It's never easy being the new kid in school - figuratively or in actuality. For all your fears and uneasiness, I'm pretty sure Tristans friends are pretty paranoid, too. You hold Tristans heart and these friends realize that whether they like it or not, they're going to have to shift around to let you in at the front of the Tristan line. Give it some adjustment time and as the new General on the field, be gracious to those who are stepping aside to let you in. <br /><br />As for the decision on whether or not to live in Alaska, I think you already made that decision when you chose who to love. It's a beautiful and wonderful place and the hard edges are easily softened by the good people. Having gone to school there I'm sure you know much of this, but I wanted to remind you just the same. <br /><br />Tristan is the best of the best, as true-blue as anyone I've ever met. You couldn't have picked a better one, and as a great person he has a tendency to pick great friends who are great people, too (exhibit one- me!). Give them a chance to adjust to you and for you to adjust to them. Everything else will be the stories you tell your grand kids.The Troxelshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01049333283641033568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8426664962286380303.post-50392842779427973102011-03-22T18:01:07.763-07:002011-03-22T18:01:07.763-07:00Thank you for this, Jason. It's been really ha...Thank you for this, Jason. It's been really hard to try to mix his life and my life together. I feel like we are both so different and have different agendas. This week has been particularly hard--it's a hard realization when you find out that your friends don't mix with your relationship. I realize that it doesn't really matter all that much--and you are right--the only thing that matters is Tristan and how I feel about him. I guess if the other peripheral things would fall into place it would be helpful. I'm sure if you were talking to him during the split that you are aware this is more than a flannel shirt v. Gucci problem. It doesn't seem to be getting any easier and it's actually getting worse--not necessarily for Tristan and I but it's been hard for me with his friends lately. Not to mention I'm the one who is ill fit--it was like this in college, too. I never hung out with Tristan's friends because there just isn't much in common. Like I said in my blog, "Why does it have to be so complicated?". I loved your Northern Exposure reference. That show is why I ended up there. I watched on too many episodes and thought it looked like fun. I also almost fell over laughing with your comment about having to go to Anchorage to get away from "fishin' hole" banter. LOL! It really means a lot to me that you took time to write this comment. I really needed to hear something like this right about now. :)Blah-dee Blah Blah Blah-dee Blah Blah Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06270433511823901795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8426664962286380303.post-20400234637997509212011-03-22T14:42:29.458-07:002011-03-22T14:42:29.458-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Blah-dee Blah Blah Blah-dee Blah Blah Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06270433511823901795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8426664962286380303.post-9251906590098323042011-03-22T10:45:20.070-07:002011-03-22T10:45:20.070-07:00I feel like a stalker because I'm fixin' t...I feel like a stalker because I'm fixin' ta comment on the second of two successive blog posts. But since they both involve a guy whom I consider to be one of the best friends I've ever had - a guy who flew all the way to Texas to be in my wedding as a grooms man - I guess I feel a bit qualified to weigh in here:<br /><br />You're perfect the way you are. I was on the phone when you two were splitzies... and it wasn't pretty. Tristan revolves around you and hillbilly or no - that's pretty romantic. Course, I suspect you already know that.<br /><br />The second piece of my opinioniation is this: as a peg of sorts myself, fittin' in isn't everything. Sure there are concessions and compromises and if you really really want a great and private expletive-free dinner you need to head into Anchorage at a minimum... but don't - for the love of GOD in GOD's Country - change who you are just becuase your flannel shirt collection is a little lacking. I think it's great that you know who Jimmy Choo, Salvatore Ferragamo, Burberry, Cartier, Tiffany, and other famous Wal-Mart Brands (i kid) are. <br /><br />With you being you, maybe it does take a bit longer for Joel Fleischman and the rest of the Cicely Alaskan crowd to warm up to you (that’s a Northern Exposure reference in case you’re wondering). But the payoff is that the woman that Tristan loves is still the woman that Tristan loves, and really – isn’t he worth it?The Troxelshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01049333283641033568noreply@blogger.com