A couple of normal days......mostly

Sunday, August 10, 2014
Monday, August 11, 2014


8/10

Today was an extraordinary Sunday.  After church, Ron and I came home instead of going out.  We made (okay, Ron made) breakfast here, and we just had a lazy day here.  He watched movies all day, and I spent the day as I usually do.  I did watch the movie "The Road to Perdition" with him, and it was pretty good.  Slow, but a good story.  It finally rained - really rained - not just little piddly stuff like the last couple of days.  A good earth soaking, which is what was needed!
We made ourselves some supper - he heated up some cabbage that he was given, and I had a bowl/can of chicken noodle soup, which I ate with the rest of the dry roasted peanuts that I had bought for around the fire pit.
I didn't even get on the pute later during the night, so no MFP or blog.  Blah.


8/11

Today started out as most Mondays do.  Happy Homemaker Day!  WhooHoo....not.  I got the dishes from the weekend done, and thought about doing some laundry, but then decided to wait until tomorrow for that.  Gives me something to do, you know.  I played on the pute and went back to bed.  I didn't do my exercises until 4:30, but, by golly, I DID do them today!  Sometimes I feel that doing these exercises is like running into a brick wall, but I've got to keep at it, or I'll never build up enough strength to do more.  I want so bad to be back where I was, and there's no way - not yet - and I get so frustrated.

A bit of fun for me today - my daughter-in-law texted me that my grandson wanted to go somewhere with a hot tub and a pool table for his birthday.  Well, the last place we were that had those amenities was in Gatlinburg, and she wanted me to look on the pute and see if this was doable as a weekend thing for the weekend of his birthday.  So.....that was different, and a bit of fun, and it just may be doable for us all.  We'll have to do a bit more research into all of our monies, but how exciting!

When Ron gets home around 6:30, we talk about what to have for supper, and finally decide on our little Spam casserole (macaroni & cheese, Spam, and corn in a saucepan) so I get up and go make that.  While it is cooking, I tell Ron about the excitement of Chelle texting about Corgan's birthday, and us looking all that up on the pute, and even before I am done, he has turned into my dad.  He is shaking his head and saying, "We can't this, and we can't that and why can't you see this and why don't you know that and I am the only one working and bringing money in and I need tires on my truck, that's more important, and we can't this and we can't that and don't you stop spending money" and on and on and on and on like I am the stupidest THING on the planet.
I blew a gasket!!
I yelled at him and asked him why does his first instinct have to be money, money, money?  Why can't you say 'oh, that would be fun' and then go into money, money, money mode?  But he never did understand what I meant - he just kept repeating that we can't.
I finally got our supper together, got my bowl of food, and went back into the bedroom and didn't come back out all evening.  He finally came to bed, and acted like nothing happened.  Men!

I put my food into MFP, and it hollered at me.  I suppose I should have a snack, but I don't think I could eat anything.  I am still that upset.  I guess I'll find out if that is wise about 3am.  Sigh.