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words Artboy and I celebrated our anniversary this weekend. It'd been ages since I'd see him, so I couldn't wait until he got off work Friday night. He came over to the house I was dogsitting at with wine and one of those huge party trays of vegetables with ranch dressing. We ate and chatted for awhile, and then went to bed, as I could hardly keep my eyes open. The dog woke me up bright and early and I was shocked to find it raining. 143 days without rain have finally come to an end. I fed the dog, and decided not to let her out just yet, hoping to wait until the rain ended. I went back to bed, expecting her to wake me up in an hour or so, but I woke up on my own at 11am! I was feeling very badly that I hadn't let her out earlier. She ran outside in the rain very quickly to do her business. Artboy and I got ready and then went driving around, in search of a place to live. We found quite a few possibilities, many very close to my work, and we hope to make a decision this week. One of them is a condo rental, and while the place was just okay (no washer or dryer either!) it is very cheap, and it would be nice to save money for a house. The lady, while very nice, seems like she would be too much of a busy-body. She was talking about how she'd drop in on her previous tenant who had moved his girlfriend and two kids in without telling her, and he wouldn't answer the door. I'm not too keen on the idea of this person just dropping in whenever she feels like it--but she seems to really want us, and in fact, called yesterday and dropped the price another $25. She told Artboy today that she thought we were a very nice couple. Heh. Once 5pm rolled around, we went back to the house and I dried my hair and curled it--I was pretty wet after walking around at this one condo area to find the bulletin board to see if they had any condos for rent within our price range (nope!). We then left for dinner, which was just okay. Our waitress kept disappearing, the food wasn't all that great, and the power went off at one point, with the fire alarm going off for quite awhile. We stopped at Hollywood Video to pick up a movie, and watched Red Eye, which was just okay. We exchanged letters, and his made me cry. He also designed a "brand" for me made with my initials and in the shape of a dragonfly. I love it, and started carving out a stamp on Sunday. I made 4--2 large and 2 small. And they didn't turn out too badly for it being my first time. :) Sunday, I met my family at the Olive Garden for my brother's birthday. Artboy had to work, so he didn't make it. On my way to the restaurant, I was shocked to find snow on all the mountains around us. I don't think I've ever seen so much snow before on those mountains--it was so beautiful! I had a difficult time keeping my eyes on the road because I kept wanting to look at the snow. What a nice surprise. Lunch was nice, but was cut short because my nephew started to throw a fit. After lunch, I went back to the house I'm dog sitting for and worked on the stamps and "watched" Project Runway. At the end of the finale, I found myself crying because there were 3 people who had just fulfilled a dream of theirs...and I realized that I don't really have a dream. I was very happy for them though. I then fed the dog, gave her her pill, and then went home so Mom and I could go to Michael's. Twice in one weekend...probably 4th time this week. Not good. :) I got some photo boxes though, so I can start to be more organized. And some cement and foam to mount my stamps. And then we went to Joann's and I bought some eyelets and heart brads for my cards. I need to stop spending so much! ;) Our new receptionist started today, and she seems really nice. I'm sure she is bored to tears, as there isn't much going on today, but I've got her surfing the web and reading email and the like. Artboy called and confused her for me..fortunately he didn't say anything inappropriate ;) but he was embarrassed. He was just talkin to her like he knew her...just asking what was up and was it busy, so it isn't like he has anything to regret saying. I warned him, but he forgot. ;) My head is killing me...I'm SO tired. *sigh* Mom is at home with Heath, lucky duck. I didn't get to hold him much yesterday because that was when he threw his fit. *sigh* Dad and I had an argument last night. When mom and I got home from Michael's, my sister was there. She had brought these lemon zucchini muffins, and my dad had told her he didn't like them and that she should take them back home with her. My sis ended up leaving them, but after she had gone home, my mom asked him if he had ever stopped to think that he was hurting her feelings by doing that. He just kept saying he thought it was better to hurt her feelings than to accept something he was just going to throw away, and I asked him how he could possibly think that was a better solution. He said that honesty was the best policy, and I was like, "You would rather hurt your children's feelings than accept some stupid muffins?" I told him that if mom and I were to not eat something he's made, his feelings get hurt after he told me she shouldn't be so sensitive anyway, and he denied it. I've never said I didn't like something that he's made, but I don't go out of my way to eat it. And that hurts his feelings. He's told me before. But it's okay for him to tell us that he hates something. I told him about the second to the last year that I'd gone out and picked out a gift for him. That I'd spent all this time looking for a shirt for him...one that was soft, that didn't have the things he didn't like...and it wasn't an easy task, but I finally found one that I thought he'd love. I gave it to him for his birthday, and he opened it and told me he hated it. And I was just crushed. The only other gift I've picked out for him since then was a wind chime, and I knew he'd love that one. But I won't do it anymore. And as I was telling this story, my voice is cracking because it was bringing up all this emotion, and his only response was, "Good. You shouldn't be so sensitive." Which was a crappy thing to say. I then asked him, "Why are you the only person who is allowed to have feelings?" He didn't answer. Just walked away. That conversation made me think a bit. I realized that it was probably because of that gift incident that I hate choosing gifts for people. I'm so afraid that they are going to hate what I've chosen because after all, my father who is supposed to love me unconditionally told me he hated the gift I'd picked out for him. I began thinking about the Oprah that I just watched on the show recently where the question, "Do your eyes light up when you see your children?" was discussed. It was such a simple thing, but it really made me stop and think. When we see those we care about, we really need to let them know that we are happy to see them first. On the show, a mom was talking about how she used to see her child, notice that their hair was messed up or that they had dirt on their cheek, and their focus was on those things..the critical things until she saw the show that talked about your eyes lighting up when you saw your children. Little things have such an impact on children...like when I used to cook things for my family, my father always made fun of me, saying I was trying to poison them. I'm told now, that everything I made was really good, but it got to where I didn't want to cook anymore, and to this day, I'm reluctant to cook for people. We need to be careful with our words...especially with children. |