Well, it was an interesting day. I talked to Marv about his use of the phrase "she's just a friend" in responding to a waitress' question: "Is this your daughter?" He was irritated that it would upset me and basically couldn't understand WHY that would bother me. I said, "Well, if I said, 'He's just a guy I know' about you, wouldn't that hurt your feelings?" He seemed to think about that for a second before agreeing that it would. However, he didn't seem to concede that he'd done anything wrong, and didn't want to talk about it. (Told me I shouldn't have brought it up.) Sigh.
In other news, I scraped my hand open on something, and I can't figure out what, but I'm bleeding. It doesn't hurt, but surprised me when I saw it. I'm at Barnes and Noble again today. I have to be at work in half an hour, but this is part of my attempt to write something every day. Marv said I should, and I think it's a good idea. (Which contradicts his statement, "I guess I just can't do anything right.")
I asked Grey about the situation, because he and Marv have such similar personalities. He said that he thought I was justified in being upset, and that once Marv had a chance to think about it, he would come around. He said, "I usually do eventually, so I'm sure he will, too." LOL I'm sure he's right, and I wish that it hadn't hurt my feelings, but it did. Basically, Marv tossed out some "Fine. I guess I just won't say anything ever again" type comments. Which I'm familiar with from my teenaged children.
I think his relationship maturity has never been necessarily stretched, so this is growing pains for both of us. Most of the time, it's all good, but once in a while...ARG!
I'm working tonight until 8pm. Have to get the schedule done, which entails a lot of rearranging, and not everyone is going to be happy about it, that's for sure. But it is what it is.
I've been trying to jog more regularly. I'm trying to get up to a regular three mile ability by Valentine's Day. It's hard when I don't get home until so late, but tonight I'm going to try again. I have an inhaler now, and that's helped enormously.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
December 27, 2011
At the moment, I'm sitting in the Barnes and Noble store in Burnsville listening to an elderly man's conversation on the phone. Every word. And I'm at least 50 feet away from him. It's kind of amazing really, and I find myself wondering if he's hard of hearing or if the person he's conversing with is. I actually thought I was, but now I'm starting to think that I may, in fact, have really GOOD hearing, because there's not one word that isn't clear as a bell.
I'm sitting next to the Sparknotes, which I think is the equivalent of Cliff Notes, which is the study guide that we used to use when I was in school. I'm reading the list of books in short and thinking that I need to get on the stick if I'm going to read all of these before I die. Some I read in high school, and those I don't remember well. A couple I've read and re-read. some I read in college. Most I never read but feel that I should.
Greyson got "For Whom the Bell Tolls" for Christmas, and I wonder if I should get him the study guide - he's more likely to at least browse THAT. I think he learned a valuable lesson about writing lists for the relatives for Christmas...to actually do that. He said he would be happy with whatever he got this year, and I think he found out that that was not necessarily true.
Gabe got a compound bow. Last year the kids got pellet guns. I'm trying to figure out why the outlaws are arming my kids. It doesn't make much sense. We don't hunt, shoot, have any latent violent tendencies that I know of...it's a mystery.
I went to the thrift store today and bought a sweater set, a pair of pants, a wool jacket and a cute sweater. I put on the pink sweater when I got out to the car, and was feeling pretty fancy until I took a sip of my hot chocolate and spilled all over my sweater. That might have been a record: 5 minutes from donning the item to ruination. So I'm wearing the sweater part of the sweater set. The pants need to be washed before I can wear them, so I'm wearing my kind of worn out pair.
It's 11am, and I have to be to work in an hour. I work until 8pm tonight. I'm MOD. Then I'll head to Marv's and watch Chopped.
I'm sitting next to the Sparknotes, which I think is the equivalent of Cliff Notes, which is the study guide that we used to use when I was in school. I'm reading the list of books in short and thinking that I need to get on the stick if I'm going to read all of these before I die. Some I read in high school, and those I don't remember well. A couple I've read and re-read. some I read in college. Most I never read but feel that I should.
Greyson got "For Whom the Bell Tolls" for Christmas, and I wonder if I should get him the study guide - he's more likely to at least browse THAT. I think he learned a valuable lesson about writing lists for the relatives for Christmas...to actually do that. He said he would be happy with whatever he got this year, and I think he found out that that was not necessarily true.
Gabe got a compound bow. Last year the kids got pellet guns. I'm trying to figure out why the outlaws are arming my kids. It doesn't make much sense. We don't hunt, shoot, have any latent violent tendencies that I know of...it's a mystery.
I went to the thrift store today and bought a sweater set, a pair of pants, a wool jacket and a cute sweater. I put on the pink sweater when I got out to the car, and was feeling pretty fancy until I took a sip of my hot chocolate and spilled all over my sweater. That might have been a record: 5 minutes from donning the item to ruination. So I'm wearing the sweater part of the sweater set. The pants need to be washed before I can wear them, so I'm wearing my kind of worn out pair.
It's 11am, and I have to be to work in an hour. I work until 8pm tonight. I'm MOD. Then I'll head to Marv's and watch Chopped.
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