My life is not that exciting....
Nov. 30th, 2003 05:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jayeneThursday: dinner at Mom's with Stephen (M little bro in the airforce) and my aunt sandy from NY, and Matty, the littest brother. Food, fun and Pinochale till 1 am. Dad decided not to show. He is such a putz most days.
Friday: I was supposed to go shopping down town but in came sleet and snow. We cancelled and I got to lay around until the afternoon when I did my x-mas shopping (one stop, Borders!) and then went with Sam to Cincy to meet up with old NERO freinds and Alissa who was up from Atlanta. Stayed way to late, but got a massage from her new x-mas gift (one of those Conair warming handheld ones!) and had good conversation and got to paw through her portfolio. She is a gifted artist! We started outlining plans for a shop, prints of her work, my jewelry, and other items yet to be determined. Plan now, practice later, this is on a 3-10 year plan of implimentation.
Saturday: Got up and went to lunch with future mother-in-law, Josh and future brother-in-law for his 21st. He didn't show up so we celebrated Josh's B'day instead. After that I finished some necklaces and went to my mother's house to say good bye to my brother and aunt. I found out my mother had spent the morning in the emergency room. Yechy personal stuff. Enough said. Got her food, drink, and apraised her costume jewelry (I just got a new book!). Then I dashed off to get to the birthday dinner for him and his brother with my future father-in-law. Went home, watched ice skating, and went to sleep. As an odd side note evidently I was rattling off bits of apraising facts in my sleep. I woke up when Josh started laughing at me.
Today: Tazzy bowed out on shopping today. I read for a bit. Josh woke up at 3, after numerous false starts, promptly took a shower, came back and turned on football as he was dressing. We had a fight. I'm frustratecd about the fact that he only cleans or does laundry when prompted, numerous times! That I get to see him for about 15 minutes or less today, and numerous others. That he doesn't seem to really want to find another job. That football was more important today then giving me a hug. I know I'm not Martha Stewart housekeeping wise, but he's worse! and I WILL NOT spend MY life cleaning up after him, physically or otherwise. That is not what a marrige is about!
I must be PMSing.
Friday: I was supposed to go shopping down town but in came sleet and snow. We cancelled and I got to lay around until the afternoon when I did my x-mas shopping (one stop, Borders!) and then went with Sam to Cincy to meet up with old NERO freinds and Alissa who was up from Atlanta. Stayed way to late, but got a massage from her new x-mas gift (one of those Conair warming handheld ones!) and had good conversation and got to paw through her portfolio. She is a gifted artist! We started outlining plans for a shop, prints of her work, my jewelry, and other items yet to be determined. Plan now, practice later, this is on a 3-10 year plan of implimentation.
Saturday: Got up and went to lunch with future mother-in-law, Josh and future brother-in-law for his 21st. He didn't show up so we celebrated Josh's B'day instead. After that I finished some necklaces and went to my mother's house to say good bye to my brother and aunt. I found out my mother had spent the morning in the emergency room. Yechy personal stuff. Enough said. Got her food, drink, and apraised her costume jewelry (I just got a new book!). Then I dashed off to get to the birthday dinner for him and his brother with my future father-in-law. Went home, watched ice skating, and went to sleep. As an odd side note evidently I was rattling off bits of apraising facts in my sleep. I woke up when Josh started laughing at me.
Today: Tazzy bowed out on shopping today. I read for a bit. Josh woke up at 3, after numerous false starts, promptly took a shower, came back and turned on football as he was dressing. We had a fight. I'm frustratecd about the fact that he only cleans or does laundry when prompted, numerous times! That I get to see him for about 15 minutes or less today, and numerous others. That he doesn't seem to really want to find another job. That football was more important today then giving me a hug. I know I'm not Martha Stewart housekeeping wise, but he's worse! and I WILL NOT spend MY life cleaning up after him, physically or otherwise. That is not what a marrige is about!
I must be PMSing.
