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Independence day
Jul. 4th, 2006 09:52 pmOur internet connection is dismal lately. It is driving me batty.
We really didn't get all that much done today, relatively speaking. I had expected us to be all sorts of productive, but it didn't really work out. M primed the walls in the bedroom after I spent an hour vacuuming up the dust from sanding. (I had two showers before noon. That has to be a record.) Sadly, it looks like they'll need at least one more round of spackle - sand - primer. I was expecting it, but I don't think M was. I am pretty cynical about these things, though. I am contemplating picking out new wallpaper by now. ;) Or at least a nice textured paint job that will cover up the imperfections. I am tired of this project, and oh, how I wish we had worked on it consistently like we had planned. But, there were always reasons.. whether those reasons were good or not, there were reasons. Or at least excuses.
We didn't go anywhere tonight, to see fireworks. They're putting them off downtown at the capitol, I believe, but we can't be bothered. Fireworks are pretty, but not pretty enough to be out that late on a weeknight. I'm such a party-pooper homebody, and I have corrupted Boyo. He claims that he was always like this to some extent, but I prefer to think that it's my fault because I have a serious guilt disorder. Ha! Kidding. I think that he had tendencies, but felt like he needed to go do stuff anyway sometimes, so he just appeared to be someone out and about all the time to me. I don't really think it's my fault.. mainly because we are both happier like this than if we forced ourselves to be social all the time.
I did nearly turn on the waterworks last night while sweeping the kitchen floor, thinking about poor Boyo's work situation. If you know me just a little, you know that I have issues with his job/s. It's not really that I blame myself that he has these stupid jobs, it's just that I blame myself. Make sense? I know that it is worth it, and that he doesn't blame me, and seriously, he doesn't complain about them in the way that I worry about. (Which is not to say that he doesn't complain about working because everyone complains about working. He just doesn't complain too much about the suckitude of his specific employment that much.) And I finally thought.. I should stop talking about this, because I end up sounding exactly like someone I don't want to sound like. (Someone being a general sort of person, not someone in specific.) But y'all, the boy had a freaking impressive job before he moved, and he has had to put up with some serious amounts of shit since he started working here. His current job is actually not so bad but its still pretty unexciting. All of his jobs have gotten progressively better, but they started from zero, and it's not fair. Yes, yes, who said life was fair... but still. Not that any of this is new. I have written or talked about this a thousand times. Surely I'm tired of this subject by now?
A popsicle, and bed. That will make it all better.
We really didn't get all that much done today, relatively speaking. I had expected us to be all sorts of productive, but it didn't really work out. M primed the walls in the bedroom after I spent an hour vacuuming up the dust from sanding. (I had two showers before noon. That has to be a record.) Sadly, it looks like they'll need at least one more round of spackle - sand - primer. I was expecting it, but I don't think M was. I am pretty cynical about these things, though. I am contemplating picking out new wallpaper by now. ;) Or at least a nice textured paint job that will cover up the imperfections. I am tired of this project, and oh, how I wish we had worked on it consistently like we had planned. But, there were always reasons.. whether those reasons were good or not, there were reasons. Or at least excuses.
We didn't go anywhere tonight, to see fireworks. They're putting them off downtown at the capitol, I believe, but we can't be bothered. Fireworks are pretty, but not pretty enough to be out that late on a weeknight. I'm such a party-pooper homebody, and I have corrupted Boyo. He claims that he was always like this to some extent, but I prefer to think that it's my fault because I have a serious guilt disorder. Ha! Kidding. I think that he had tendencies, but felt like he needed to go do stuff anyway sometimes, so he just appeared to be someone out and about all the time to me. I don't really think it's my fault.. mainly because we are both happier like this than if we forced ourselves to be social all the time.
I did nearly turn on the waterworks last night while sweeping the kitchen floor, thinking about poor Boyo's work situation. If you know me just a little, you know that I have issues with his job/s. It's not really that I blame myself that he has these stupid jobs, it's just that I blame myself. Make sense? I know that it is worth it, and that he doesn't blame me, and seriously, he doesn't complain about them in the way that I worry about. (Which is not to say that he doesn't complain about working because everyone complains about working. He just doesn't complain too much about the suckitude of his specific employment that much.) And I finally thought.. I should stop talking about this, because I end up sounding exactly like someone I don't want to sound like. (Someone being a general sort of person, not someone in specific.) But y'all, the boy had a freaking impressive job before he moved, and he has had to put up with some serious amounts of shit since he started working here. His current job is actually not so bad but its still pretty unexciting. All of his jobs have gotten progressively better, but they started from zero, and it's not fair. Yes, yes, who said life was fair... but still. Not that any of this is new. I have written or talked about this a thousand times. Surely I'm tired of this subject by now?
A popsicle, and bed. That will make it all better.
