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Diary
By atreides (Fri Sep 12, 2008 at 09:01:29 AM EST) (all tags)
I wanted my title to be something wise about the passage of time or some kind of crap like that.  In reality, it has been a relatively normal week...


Before I start this, I wish to address a subject that I'm sure several of you deal with in varying degrees when it comes to diaries and such.  I know that Welsh Girl reads my diary.  She sometimes quotes things that I or others write to me that pertain to her or my view of her.  Some days I find it hard to just sit down and put down what's on my mind out of fear that she'll read something she doesn't like and wig out or something.  In the end, I've realized that this is my diary where I write my impressions and my outlooks on things and if I want to rant about something, that's what I can do.  The other thing is that if she hasn't shanked me in my sleep over anything I've written, she probably won't get too upset.  A couple of people have noted that she should give her side of these things so you get a better, more balanced picture than my rantings and ravings.  She's not interested but that's no big deal.  Everyone knows that I love her as I love none other and that I will keep on doing that as long as I am able no matter what I'm thinking or what I write.  Besides, I can't begin to count how many past diaries I've written where I've looked back and though about how differently I think now or how I don't even remember the incident I'm writing about.  So, yeah, I'm sure she'll read this eventually.  Whatever.  That's the way things are.

So where to begin?  Friday, Welsh Girl gave me a call.  One of her coworkers offered us a couple of free tickets to a show.  A thousand times yes!  The best theater is free ticket theater!  A Saturday matinee?  No problem!  So we had tickets.

Saturday, we're getting ready for the show when we get into an argument over dressing for the theater.  It didn't end well.  It ended with me going alone and her staying home.  And just for the record, I told her she should go and I'd stay behind but she chose not to.  The play was quite good.  I got home to stony silence but we ended up going to a friend's birthday party/show (he's in a local Austin band.  In fact, he's the guy with the bass) and we talked a little.  The real root of the problem was that with the pregnancy starting to change things, she hasn't been all that comfortable in her clothes lately.  That can be fixed, I thought.  You can throw money at that problem.  Now all we had to do was get some...

Sunday, well, was kinda like before but with hormones.  She fell into a really deep funk. :( I did the best I could but it was time to call in the cavalry.  And the cavalry hooked us up.

Monday, she took our car Maxine to the shop.  A work van backed into her a couple of weeks ago and their insurance covered everything including a rental so we got too it as soon as possible.  She picked my up from work and was whisked away by her sisters and a bunch of her friends who were lying in wait at my office for her.  They went shopping, had dinner, did girlie stuff, whatever...  And when she got home, she had clothes and a much happier attitude about things.  That worked out nicely.

Tuesday, I was plum tired.  You know those days when you get out of bed, think to yourself "I can't go on with today" and then drink some coffee, wake up and get on with the day?  Well, this wasn't one of them.  I looked in the mirror and knew the answer was NO.  I tried to get myself going but after a while I just decided to say fuck it and stay home.  And I needed it.  I spent the day vegetating.  I watched TV, played on my computer and just did a whole lot of nothing.  The complex also brought our new dishwasher over.  I didn't get any painting done like I wanted, but that's alright.  It was a lazy day and there was no need to beat myself up over anything. 

Wednesday, I came back to the grind and nothing had changed.  Got a call from the mother of my heart with some instructions, primarily to go out and open a bank account of some kind for the soon to arrive Spud.  It's not only a good idea to have, but soon something would be coming for the child what would need a place to reside.  OK.  When people want to give you things, you should accept them and say thank you.  Wednesday night, was dinner with Blixco and iGrrrl.  Lovely and fun.  +1, I highly recommend.  And Welsh Girl was completely overtaken by Hoover's.  When she can't finish dessert, you know you've done something either amazingly right or terribly, terribly wrong.  This time, it was the former.

Yesterday was quiet.  We both worked.  We both went home.  We ate, talked about money, cleaned a little.  While she watched 9/11 stuff on TV, I called my mom and wished her happy birthday and then did some painting.  i watched with her for a few minutes but got tired of it really quickly.  I mean, I watched it all the first time.  And that was pretty much it. 

So, here we are at another Friday.  And now that I look back on it, it wasn't all that normal a week.  Oh, well...

That is all.

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People reading your diary by ObviousTroll (2.00 / 0) #1 Fri Sep 12, 2008 at 10:05:44 AM EST
I know what you mean - I'm more-or-less in the same position with SWHTL and, although I can't even get her to create an account here, I do cross-post a lot of stuff to my personal site (with some edits) - and I know damn well that my Mom and at least one sister reads everything I post there. Both my kids post there occasionally.

In the end I've more or less gone the way you have - I've tried to screw up my courage and post everything - except stuff related to the kids. I don't think it's kind to them to let them read parent-to-parent conversations about them.



Thought for the day: Some people are like slinkies - Not really good for anything but they bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.
I haven't seen a single 9/11 thing by StackyMcRacky (4.00 / 2) #2 Fri Sep 12, 2008 at 10:13:06 AM EST
I guess we've been preoccupied with other stuff.

Man, those pregnancy hormones are killer.  It's like having a Goa'uld take over your body.  The real you hears the words coming out of your mouth, but it's not you.

Crying for absolutely no reason at all is always a blast, too.

Obviously you have other stuff on your mind... by atreides (2.00 / 0) #3 Fri Sep 12, 2008 at 10:28:51 AM EST
She has (at least lately) watched quite a bit about it.  I have my own theories as to why but I've never asked.  As for me, September 11th will never be anything but my mother's birthday.

As for the hormones, I've watched it first hand.  I've seen her go from ecstatic to angry to contented to tired over the course of a paragraph.  And the crying?  Fuggeddaboudit!

He sails from world to world in a flying tomb, serving gods who eat hope.

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Two. Words. by ammoniacal (2.00 / 0) #4 Fri Sep 12, 2008 at 11:55:12 AM EST
DUPE. ACCOUNT.

"To this day that was the most bullshit caesar salad I have every experienced..." - triggerfinger

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