Oct. 22nd, 2006 09:12 pm
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So, I went to Walgreens, and, as usual, they did not have my prescriptions ready.
As I browsed the cards, it occurred to me that I need to do something next weekend to celebrate one year of no longer living in sin with the hubster.
I'm an old married woman now! :) It's been a year.
I bought him a card. We're going out to eat at what passes as a fancy ass restaurant here in town. (we got gift certificates for our wedding).
What do I get him?

He wants an acoustic guitar but I don't have the money for a good one.
I want to take him away somewhere, but he'd freak and say "I don't have time for that"

Any ideas?


Jul. 18th, 2005 12:27 am
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I'm so glad I bought STBSU (soon to be spousal unit) the guitar for his birthday. I love to hear him messing with it.

I don't know why I can sit and watch him play for hours.

I guess it's the whole watching someone you love doing something they love.


Jul. 16th, 2005 07:57 pm
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Dear World:

Sometimes, it's enough to keep my own selfish ass afloat. Please stop expecting me to take care of you too.

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I don't know why.
Maybe it's because I told sister she could use my ebay account but when it came time to check out, she asked if she could put it on my credit card for a few days. I already have a balance, so that'll just sit there... along with the $50 converter the boyfriend put on there.

Then, it was time to go get the Harry Potter book. S. had shoes on, ready to go.
"CAn you stop by the store and get a few things?"
Do I LOOK LIKE I'm grocery shopping? We're both broke. The difference is, I have resources so I can go into debt -- like credit cards, etc. When he's broke, he's broke. I BEGGED him to get credit cards, thinking that would help, but he promptly maxed them out in the first month or so.

SO when I said I didn't feel like hitting Walmart, he didn't want to go.

I'm a grown up. I;ll go to the release of a kid's book by my damn self.

I ran into a couple I know from school there. The guy and I have always had a lot in common and I love talking to him, but I've sort of backed off this past year since his fiance has moved into town. I don't wanna look like I'm hitting on him. And there is just a hint of enough of a current that I stay away. But they were in line, having a good old time, and I was just pissed.

I'm TIRED of going to places by myself.

I'm TIRED of booking my own seat on the airplane, going to a concert alone.

Okay, I enjoy traveling by myself and I'm glad that after all these years, I have gained that independence. But... man... they were so cute. Doing the little find-a-word puzzles.

I'm just tired.
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I think I saw an email like this once. But last night, as I was preparing for class and cleaning the house and soothing the fragile male ego in the house, I thought my life would be so much easier if I could design a few courses for home study. Like:

Litter. What it is, why it won't hurt you to change it. Hint: Piles of shit in the house are NOT good.

Why Thowing Kleenexes and QTips on the floor beside the trashcan does not count as throwing them away.

Why my bras are purple: sorting, laundry, and you. A remedial course for those who aren't colorblind but might as well be.

You've had that thing for how many years and you still can't aim? Tolieting for big boys.

How to properly dispose of McDonalds bags and cups. Hint: the floor of my baby car-car is NOT a trashcan.

How to light the bathroom candle and when.

No, I really am tired. And No, poking me in the back with it won't change my mind. Let me sleep, you bastard.

Communication and You: why a few grunts while watching sports center is NOT considered "talking it over."

Spider Solitare or Me: you decide

These may be stereotypes, but it's also my life people.

Feel free to add more.
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I'm so amazingly broke it's stupid.
just so you know.
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S. is superstressed.  His notebook died. 

I hate when he's he's stressed because he doesn't WANT to be comforted.  I would take it away from him if I could.  :(  Poor guy.  When I'm stressed, I would KILL for a backrub...  or just little things to let me know I'm not in it alone, but he gets prickly and jumpy.  No, he doesn't want a backrub.  Nor to really talk about it.  Or my help in solving it.  The one thing he does want I usually am not in the mood to give because he's been so grumpy. 

I just came back from an awesome birthday party for the girl I work with.  I keep thinking, limits, Les, limits.  Don't get too involved.  But I just hung aorund her family, smacked a pinata, hung out with family and friends and had a good time.  It's 30 miles to her house that I don't get paid for.  That's 60 miles.  At 25-20 miles a gallon, that 2-3 gallons of gas.  Count in that I pay for a game or two of bowling and something to drink (she pays her expenses, I pay mine) it's probably not worth the $$$$$$.  But man....  when I'm there, I love it
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He's stressing about dissertation.
I'm stressing about thesis.
the house is hot.
My sister's shit is everywhere.
We get married in October.

God lord, if S. and I survive this summer, we KNOW we can survive about anything.  It's reminding me of our "blue collar" summer of 1999 -- he worked at the engine factory and I was a custodian.  Great use of our degrees.  But he got hired on to teach at the college that next August and I went into AmeriCorps.

That was our second summer together.
It's been a long time. :) 

He's really keyed up and stressed right now and I know how he feels.  Poor guy.  I usually have to sit on the porch swing until I can come back in.  He's playing guitar.

I love to hear him play guitar.


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