You've heard of bad hair days? Well I'm having a bad Brian day. . . It is just one of those times when he seems even more preposterous than usual and try as I may to let his idiotic comments roll off my back, I just can't seem to let them go. Like when he came up to me with a few strands of my hair that he pulled out of the dust pan when he swept the floor in the kitchen and told me there was too much of my hair on the floor!! What does he expect me to do about it? I mean, really. . .
What was the next thing -- he is lucky I have such a bad memory -- it only works in his favor. . . What was it?? I waited too long, now I've forgotten. Oh yeah, he was berating me for sitting at my computer all day. . . I tried to tell him that I have 5 reports to write and more inspections coming up next week, so I need to sit here & write them, besides, it's not as if there is anything else that is pulling me away. . . (I know he thinks that I sit here doing what he does when he's on his computer -- surf the web -- looking for hours at sites like Second Use & Craigslist & anything to do with boats & real estate in addition to watching U-tube music videos. . . I admit, I do check my emails & FB but I don't surf much during the day -- I save that for evening when I don't have my wits about me. . .)
What we need more than anything is income & that's what I'm doing here. . .not to mention that the printer was acting up so I had to uninstall & reinstall the driver which took time & was quite frustrating. Brian is (finally) realizing that the times are not what they were & his useless items like the dump truck and the boat-that-isn't-floating aren't flying out the door because they aren't worth anything. If he's going to try to sell things, he's got to sell some of his stuff that's worth something. Like the hardwood floor that he sold. That went fairly quickly. Because it was worth something. I am finding out that Brian gets way more credit for his so-called intelligence than he deserves. He really is about as smart as he appears to be. Scary thought. . .
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Happy (?) New Year + my resolution
The New Year. Can't be as bad as the last, can it? I guess it could -- it could be worse, I suppose. I hope not, but I don't hold out hope that it won't be. Does that make any sense?? It does to me. . .
I have, almost since I started writing this, been hoping that I'd be able to turn this thing around and transition into writing interesting thoughts -- something that might actually be readable by someone other than myself. . . and I was especially hopeful that I might be able to start the new year off with something good to say.
However, I continue to find myself in definite need of "the blog as therapy" -- I am more frustrated than ever with my situation -- I feel more trapped and more hopeless and just more of all things awful. I joined Facebook, for the second time, this fall, and I think I decided to make a go of it this time mainly because I am desperate for some human interaction -- I feel so isolated, it is great to be able to just sit here at the computer and correspond with many different people on many different levels. . . The thing is, I would love to write smart little quips about this and that, things that make people think or laugh or gasp. . . things that usually come naturally to me on a regular basis. But of late, nothing; not a thing comes to mind (that I can write in a (semi) public place) or I should say, that I want to write. I can only think of doom and gloom comments that really are best kept to myself. So I am relegated to banal comments that you could expect to hear from your great aunt Polly. . . I get to reach out and communicate with people, only now I am finding I have nothing to say. . . I am regressing in mind, body and soul, and I don't even know if regressing is the right word -- I am not going backwards to a place I've been before, I am going sideways to a place I've never been and never would want to go -- a place that is not about me, at least the me I've always thought I was. . .
But now I am not only regressing, I am digressing. Back to the New Year. I did make one New Year's resolution -- to get off of this island more! (truth be told, it should be to get off of this island all together!) As Cam says, I don't have cabin-fever, I have Island-fever! Brian, Mackenzie & I were sitting around talking about resolutions on New years day, and Mackenzie said she wanted to eat better -- less junk food, and I said I wanted to get off the island more and then I asked Brian what his was. He said he "wanted to make things easier on himself in the future" (!!!!) I could not prevent myself from exploding in incredulous laughter! I mean, if that does not epitomize his approach to life, I don't know what does. . . I see no need to resolve to do that in the new year -- those are words that Brian lives by every day of his life! That was the end of the New Years Resolution conversation, I can tell you that!
I have, almost since I started writing this, been hoping that I'd be able to turn this thing around and transition into writing interesting thoughts -- something that might actually be readable by someone other than myself. . . and I was especially hopeful that I might be able to start the new year off with something good to say.
However, I continue to find myself in definite need of "the blog as therapy" -- I am more frustrated than ever with my situation -- I feel more trapped and more hopeless and just more of all things awful. I joined Facebook, for the second time, this fall, and I think I decided to make a go of it this time mainly because I am desperate for some human interaction -- I feel so isolated, it is great to be able to just sit here at the computer and correspond with many different people on many different levels. . . The thing is, I would love to write smart little quips about this and that, things that make people think or laugh or gasp. . . things that usually come naturally to me on a regular basis. But of late, nothing; not a thing comes to mind (that I can write in a (semi) public place) or I should say, that I want to write. I can only think of doom and gloom comments that really are best kept to myself. So I am relegated to banal comments that you could expect to hear from your great aunt Polly. . . I get to reach out and communicate with people, only now I am finding I have nothing to say. . . I am regressing in mind, body and soul, and I don't even know if regressing is the right word -- I am not going backwards to a place I've been before, I am going sideways to a place I've never been and never would want to go -- a place that is not about me, at least the me I've always thought I was. . .
But now I am not only regressing, I am digressing. Back to the New Year. I did make one New Year's resolution -- to get off of this island more! (truth be told, it should be to get off of this island all together!) As Cam says, I don't have cabin-fever, I have Island-fever! Brian, Mackenzie & I were sitting around talking about resolutions on New years day, and Mackenzie said she wanted to eat better -- less junk food, and I said I wanted to get off the island more and then I asked Brian what his was. He said he "wanted to make things easier on himself in the future" (!!!!) I could not prevent myself from exploding in incredulous laughter! I mean, if that does not epitomize his approach to life, I don't know what does. . . I see no need to resolve to do that in the new year -- those are words that Brian lives by every day of his life! That was the end of the New Years Resolution conversation, I can tell you that!
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