Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
Ten years
I've been married ten years, as of the 16th of November. The in laws were sick, so we took our 2 kids to dinner with us. Actually, they were very well behaved. Not exactly a romantic evening, mind you, but still very pleasant. We still went out alone this weekend- I got 2 nights out!
We went to Fells Point and had Indian food (a great compromise for the vegetarian/omnivore couple). I had Aloo Gobhi (curried cauliflower and potato) and some awesome samosas. He had some poor mammal. We followed that up with a couple of beers at Bertha's (Eat Bertha's Mussels), where we met a guy in town from Atlanta for the Falcons game (they did lose, by the way).
So, that was my anniversary weekend- not too exciting, but then again being married that long has its pros and cons and "predictable" falls into both categories. I have been WITH someone since I was 18 (not the same someone, but still). I met my husband the day after my divorce was final. Funny, on the day I divorced my first husband, I picked him up and we drove to court. Then we ate a late breakfast at Shoney's and went to Best Buy to get a new VCR for me (he did take everything with a plug on it). That night we made a stir fry, ran into someone he met in the Navy and watched a movie on my new VCR. The next day I met my now husband. I never said my life was normal. Thankfully he was a patient man who tolerated it, but didn't understand WHY I continued to go hiking with my ex. He trusted me and let me have a friendship with someone who was important to me. My first husband and I were better friends than spouses. Once he couldn't tell me what to do we got along great. I think it was a relief for both of us.
My husband is currently downstairs playing a softball video game with both kids on our ancient PlayStation (I think we might be the only people in Maryland with the original PlayStation). I am sure he has a cat sitting on him and a dog on his feet. This is one reason I love this man.
We went to Fells Point and had Indian food (a great compromise for the vegetarian/omnivore couple). I had Aloo Gobhi (curried cauliflower and potato) and some awesome samosas. He had some poor mammal. We followed that up with a couple of beers at Bertha's (Eat Bertha's Mussels), where we met a guy in town from Atlanta for the Falcons game (they did lose, by the way).
So, that was my anniversary weekend- not too exciting, but then again being married that long has its pros and cons and "predictable" falls into both categories. I have been WITH someone since I was 18 (not the same someone, but still). I met my husband the day after my divorce was final. Funny, on the day I divorced my first husband, I picked him up and we drove to court. Then we ate a late breakfast at Shoney's and went to Best Buy to get a new VCR for me (he did take everything with a plug on it). That night we made a stir fry, ran into someone he met in the Navy and watched a movie on my new VCR. The next day I met my now husband. I never said my life was normal. Thankfully he was a patient man who tolerated it, but didn't understand WHY I continued to go hiking with my ex. He trusted me and let me have a friendship with someone who was important to me. My first husband and I were better friends than spouses. Once he couldn't tell me what to do we got along great. I think it was a relief for both of us.
My husband is currently downstairs playing a softball video game with both kids on our ancient PlayStation (I think we might be the only people in Maryland with the original PlayStation). I am sure he has a cat sitting on him and a dog on his feet. This is one reason I love this man.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Another day, another sinus infection, a dying cat
Yes, I am working on what is most likely my 5th infection of the year. I am so tired of sinus pain. I think this is the mold allergy. After the leaves fall, it rains. About 17 minutes later, my nose starts to drip. At least it is not 80 degrees out today, too.
My wonderful cat, Luci, is dying. She has a hyperactive thyroid and given that she is almost 17, there is little the vet can do for her. She is beginning to shut down, forgetting the litter box, sleeping in strange places. I wanted a cat very much when I got her. I was living in Summerville, SC at the time. I went to the pet store to get rabbit food and fell in love with this kitten. Ended up getting her free with a bag of cat food. I named her Luci because my then husband thought Luci was an awful name for a child (it is actually quite popular NOW, not in 1990 when Brittany was all the rage). Luci was quite the cat. She loved to sleep in the laundry basket and on my pillow. She chased wads of paper and would even bring them back. She also loved ribbon. The mailbox key was on a silky red ribbon and she really liked to hide the key. Also the box springs to our bed had a tiny hole in it and Luci would get inside and thump around (very freaky when one is sleeping). She was a fun kitten. Then my sailor man shipped out for the Persian Gulf and war. I was in a bind and had to move back to Georgia to finish my last class for my degree (see previous post regarding worst birthday- nothing sucks more than being alone, with your honey off in a war zone, and finding out you really didn't graduate from college AFTER being fired from a video store and failing the eye exam for the now expired driver's license... did I mention the very bad haircut?) SO, my father, who hated cats, said no way to the cat. My sister agreed to take her in. In transit to Georgia, a can of paint fell on the pet taxi and Luci was now a lovely shade of Vanilla Creme. She ran away from my sister's house, turning up under the porch after a few days. I took her back to Charleston with me after I finished school. A few years later, she ran away from home and came back missing her Genuine Faux Diamond collar and a chunk of her tail. She never told me what happened, but she has never set foot outside (except to move to GA, and then MD) again. She never liked kids, so once she realized the that THING we brought home in a basket was in fact ALIVE, she started living under the bed. She recently came out and started to socialize, let the kids pet her and torment the dog. And we have noticed that she is getting feeble and very skinny (although she has always maintained her girlish figure). We
know the end is coming, but we don't be the ones to end it for her. I am waiting for the right time to say goodbye. It will be hard, not to just say goodbye to a companion I have known my entire adult life, but to see the last remaining bit of my former life, my former self, disappear.
My wonderful cat, Luci, is dying. She has a hyperactive thyroid and given that she is almost 17, there is little the vet can do for her. She is beginning to shut down, forgetting the litter box, sleeping in strange places. I wanted a cat very much when I got her. I was living in Summerville, SC at the time. I went to the pet store to get rabbit food and fell in love with this kitten. Ended up getting her free with a bag of cat food. I named her Luci because my then husband thought Luci was an awful name for a child (it is actually quite popular NOW, not in 1990 when Brittany was all the rage). Luci was quite the cat. She loved to sleep in the laundry basket and on my pillow. She chased wads of paper and would even bring them back. She also loved ribbon. The mailbox key was on a silky red ribbon and she really liked to hide the key. Also the box springs to our bed had a tiny hole in it and Luci would get inside and thump around (very freaky when one is sleeping). She was a fun kitten. Then my sailor man shipped out for the Persian Gulf and war. I was in a bind and had to move back to Georgia to finish my last class for my degree (see previous post regarding worst birthday- nothing sucks more than being alone, with your honey off in a war zone, and finding out you really didn't graduate from college AFTER being fired from a video store and failing the eye exam for the now expired driver's license... did I mention the very bad haircut?) SO, my father, who hated cats, said no way to the cat. My sister agreed to take her in. In transit to Georgia, a can of paint fell on the pet taxi and Luci was now a lovely shade of Vanilla Creme. She ran away from my sister's house, turning up under the porch after a few days. I took her back to Charleston with me after I finished school. A few years later, she ran away from home and came back missing her Genuine Faux Diamond collar and a chunk of her tail. She never told me what happened, but she has never set foot outside (except to move to GA, and then MD) again. She never liked kids, so once she realized the that THING we brought home in a basket was in fact ALIVE, she started living under the bed. She recently came out and started to socialize, let the kids pet her and torment the dog. And we have noticed that she is getting feeble and very skinny (although she has always maintained her girlish figure). We
know the end is coming, but we don't be the ones to end it for her. I am waiting for the right time to say goodbye. It will be hard, not to just say goodbye to a companion I have known my entire adult life, but to see the last remaining bit of my former life, my former self, disappear.Friday, November 03, 2006
Cars
No, not the movie, but in general. Hubby just accepted a new job. This means a much bigger paycheck, but a loss of the company car. Which means I am back to driving the old wagon. I hate that car. With every fiber of my being. And it occurred to me that I have never, in the 24 years that I have been driving had no say in what I drive. None, zip, zilch. I am 39 years old and have never one time picked out my own car, even though I have picked up the tab. So far in my life I have driven:
1984-1985- Red Chevy Chevette (1984 model)- totaled in accident
1985-1986- punished for accident
1986-1988- ugly blue Cutlass (1982) previously owned by my dad's "friend"- sold when I got married
1988-1990- Ford Escort (1988)- long story
1990-1991- Toyota HiLux pickup (1974)- this was a gem- paid $500 cash for it- it was held together by tape and had a washcloth for a gas cap; sold it shortly after the single worst birthday EVER
1991-1993- Red Honda Prelude (1984)- didn't pick it out, but I LOVED this car, sold in another long story
1993-1994- Colt Vista station wagon (unsure of year); Yes, I traded my Honda for this (?)
1994-1996- Ford Probe (1991), bought at an incredibly high interest rate after the Vista pretty much died; I got to keep the payments after my divorce (lucky me) BUT it was totaled after a head on collision (second wreck) , after I remarried and bought....
THE 1979 MG Midget- this was a cool car. BUT you would think something called a Midget would accommodate a short (5 foot nothing) driver. Uh, no. I had to pull myself forward with the steering wheel to push the clutch in and couldn't see over the dash. This was bought with money received to repair the Probe after its first wreck.
1996- 2002- Volvo sedan- this was a good car; paid cash for it and drove it til it fell apart, but I had never laid eyes on it until hubby picked me up at the airport in it.
2002-2003- Ford Escort wagon (1989, I think) this was a free car- family friend sold it, the buyer abandoned it and we got it from impound for $100.
2003-2006- Ford Taurus wagon (1991)- folks I have almost divorced a second time over this lovely vehicle. I am about to have the privilege of driving it again as my new Buick will become hubby's work car until we get around to buying another car. Which could be never, knowing my husband's propensity for not fixing what is not broken. He has a real Band aid approach to life and doesn't seem to understand the stress sitting on the side of a road with 2 kids in a broken down car can produce.
OK, I am done venting. For now, any way. Wait until he buys another Taurus....... I may be in court yet. It's OK, he can have the kids, just give me the dog.
1984-1985- Red Chevy Chevette (1984 model)- totaled in accident
1985-1986- punished for accident
1986-1988- ugly blue Cutlass (1982) previously owned by my dad's "friend"- sold when I got married
1988-1990- Ford Escort (1988)- long story
1990-1991- Toyota HiLux pickup (1974)- this was a gem- paid $500 cash for it- it was held together by tape and had a washcloth for a gas cap; sold it shortly after the single worst birthday EVER
1991-1993- Red Honda Prelude (1984)- didn't pick it out, but I LOVED this car, sold in another long story
1993-1994- Colt Vista station wagon (unsure of year); Yes, I traded my Honda for this (?)
1994-1996- Ford Probe (1991), bought at an incredibly high interest rate after the Vista pretty much died; I got to keep the payments after my divorce (lucky me) BUT it was totaled after a head on collision (second wreck) , after I remarried and bought....
THE 1979 MG Midget- this was a cool car. BUT you would think something called a Midget would accommodate a short (5 foot nothing) driver. Uh, no. I had to pull myself forward with the steering wheel to push the clutch in and couldn't see over the dash. This was bought with money received to repair the Probe after its first wreck.
1996- 2002- Volvo sedan- this was a good car; paid cash for it and drove it til it fell apart, but I had never laid eyes on it until hubby picked me up at the airport in it.
2002-2003- Ford Escort wagon (1989, I think) this was a free car- family friend sold it, the buyer abandoned it and we got it from impound for $100.
2003-2006- Ford Taurus wagon (1991)- folks I have almost divorced a second time over this lovely vehicle. I am about to have the privilege of driving it again as my new Buick will become hubby's work car until we get around to buying another car. Which could be never, knowing my husband's propensity for not fixing what is not broken. He has a real Band aid approach to life and doesn't seem to understand the stress sitting on the side of a road with 2 kids in a broken down car can produce.
OK, I am done venting. For now, any way. Wait until he buys another Taurus....... I may be in court yet. It's OK, he can have the kids, just give me the dog.
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