Wednesday, August 24, 2011

This is a different day. Dan and I went to a movie in the middle of the day. We went to see The Help. It is a great book and a great movie. I hope it takes the best movie of the year award.
Then we went shopping and I went to Old Navy and bought myself two pairs of Levis. My I never go there and today I actually bought two pairs of jeans. I don't know what got into me, but then I do too. Dan is spending money on himself for hearing aids and now for a special diet and they are costing big time, so I decided I was worth $30 bucks for two pairs of Levis. I guess I was feeling a poor me pity party coming and I wanted to head it off. I think it almost worked.

Lately it seems he is picking at me for little things like don't mail this until I have a chance to see it and if you had had the lawn mower down, the leaves would not have blown away, and did I need his help with the shovel and then he couldn't find the shovel. I was using it. Silly things like that, but they seem to bug the heck out of me.

Oh well, I finished I hope with the shovel tonight while he put batteries in the lamps that were burned out. I asked him if they took batteries, and he said, "I don't know." Then all of a sudden he said we need to look for batteries. I said, what kind? "Well the rechargeable ones." Only he can say that in a gruff way expecting you to know what he is talking about. This was a week after we had talked about it and the lamps had been sitting waiting. Then he is anxious to have me see how nice it looks. But he wants me to stop what I am doing to look right now. But don't interrupt what he is doing to look at what I'm doing because that never works.

Well it is nice to be able to write my feelings. I only wish he would understand how it hurts when he comes down on me and yet he doesn't understand that I too have a life and he needs to wait for me to finish what I'm doing to look at what he wants me to see of his doings.

I am just being picky I know, but then my daughter is being picky about me repeating what I say, so I am almost afraid to speak when I am around her, too.

I'm going to lunch this Friday with the girls from high school and they think I'm still a goody two shoes and too religious. So what else is new?

The girls in the Pick N Sew group think I'm an over achiever and someone always has a complaint about something.

Maybe I'll just do my visiting teaching tomorrow and then I'll feel better. I can also go and pick up all my MRI's from Western Neurology. They are going to do them a different way so they need space to store the new ones.

Well, I have rambled, but it felt good.