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emily martie natalie When Nicole made her debut this morning, it was fairly obvious that she was on edge and at first I wasn't quite sure why. She had come into the room and was quietly talking to her fiance so I suspected that it was something between the two of them. Now I almost wish that it had stayed a private conversation, because I quickly got caught in the backlash of her anger when I didn't respond with the answer that she wanted to hear. Someone at work was eating veal and that was enough to send her into a rage. How could anyone possibly eat veal when baby cows are treated so poorly to get said meat product? Sigh. She asked me if I had ever eaten veal and I couldn't lie and said yes. When I did that she jumped away from me as though I had hit her. Suddenly I was evil in her eyes. It didn't matter that I can't remember the last time that I ate veal. Her high emotions on said topic didn't come as a surprise to me, but there are some blind spots in her belief system. For example, I wonder what she thinks is in the dog food that she feeds her dog. To the best of my knowledge I don't think that dog food is made from vegetables. I have the feeling that there are some rather unsavory portions of animals in there. I also tend to think that the animals in said food didn't die a happy death. Of course I didn't argue with her. I was too hurt by the way that she reacted. On the one hand I can understand someone feeling strongly about something, but there has to be an element of tolerance or else a person instantly becomes a bigot and I want nothing to do with said people. So in her mind I had betrayed her and in my mind she had become a automaton. It was not something that I wanted. After a lengthy nap later in the morning she was much more pleasant when I saw her again before I left work. She said that the earlier issue of the morning had been forgotten along with a hint from her that she may have overreacted. She said that she still wasn't in that good of a mood, but at least she wasn't tired anymore. That response wasn't good enough for me. Somewhat selfishly I wanted my carefree Nicole to be the final memory of work, so I started teasing her a little and that seemed to lighten her mood. In fact I even got her to smile a few times and it felt good to have that version of her again. Seeing that early version of her made me wonder how often she does that at home. When that moment was fresh, her fiance quietly said to her that he would never eat veal since he was with her. That answer didn't seem to calm her any and he just seemed to be waiting for everything to subside. He didn't do anything else, but he does tend to be more of a low key person with more than a little restraint. Then I remembered what he told me once about the two of them. He said that her parents call him an angel since he can put up with her as well as he does. Now some people might say that the two of them fit the cliche of opposites attract. While others might say that every couple argues and that brings them closer together. I, however, see that as an element of being a couple that always gives me pause. Why does "love" suddenly become conditional? "If you loved me, you wouldn't do (insert example here)." Sigh. I do not miss that at all. ... On the music front I've gone back to country or to be more precise I like the latest offering from the Dixie Chicks. The three of them have stripped away the anthem style that they had on their last disc and have given us something more personal. Instead of crowds of identical looking teenage girls chanting lyrics we have something much more private and reflective.
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