Today is my birthday. Normally I don't like my birthday. The whole getting older thing just doesn't agree with me. There have been some years that I have forgotten it was my birthday until later in the evening. I just have not put any special emphasis on this day.
This year was different though. It was just a feeling I guess. A couple of weeks ago I started to feel some anticipation for this day. I don't know why. It isn't like we were going to do anything special today. I wasn't and am still not anticipating a gift or anything special. So I am asking myself why all the anticipation. I still don't know why but am hoping it passes quickly.
Austin and I are going into town for an early supper and some shopping. I know your thinking it is for my birthday but it isn't. A couple of weeks ago I found out that Austin was going to have today and tomorrow off and it had been awhile since we had gone out so I told him we were going to. He thought it was for my birthday so he asked where we were going to go and what we were shopping for so I told him he could pick where we eat and that we were Christmas shopping. He looked at me like I was crazy. I don't know maybe I am crazy.
Which brings me to something confusing. Austin got me a birthday card. We have been married for almost 9 years and he has gotten me a card exactly 3 times now. He wrote my age wrong in it. You would think he would know how old I am. I am 17-12 and he wrote 17-13. So I of course pointed it out and he said it was a 2fer card. I get it this year but it also counts for next year. I will admit that was some pretty quick thinking on his part. It left me wondering just what he is wanting.
So now your wondering about the 17-12. Well, when I turned 17, I decided that I wasn't going to get any older. I figured 17 was as good as it got. Really I could drive and work but had no real responsibility. I think it works pretty good.
As soon as Austin gets home from what he is doing we are going to go into town and eat do a little Christmas shopping and buy some fish for our fish tank. I think those two little goldfish are getting lonely. I still haven't decided what kind of fish to put in it but I am sure Austin will have his own opinion as to what should go in there. I think I am looking forward to the pet store the most out of today. I told you I was crazy.
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Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Supper
What to have for supper. This is the question that I have to ask myself everyday. I hate cooking on Wednesdays. I don't know why. Maybe because I don't feel like anything. Mondays we have spaghetti because it is Monday and it is quick and easy. Tuesdays we have makeshift sloppy joes. Thursdays we usually have homemade pizza or sausage gravy. Fridays are a treat on the nights that we stay home. Some weeks it is chicken fried steak and gravy over fried potatoes. Some it is whatever Austin has been asking me for that I tell him that we don't have the stuff for. I know I'm horrible. That is why I go grocery shopping on Thursdays. I would think that after 7.5 years he would have caught on that there is a pattern to what we have for supper. He hasn't though and I am just fine with it.
I used to have him make supper on Wednesdays but I got tired of having to wash every dish in the house after he got done. It is amazing for a one pan meal he would dirty 3 mixing bowls. I've never seen anything like it. There is a good reason he is an engineer and not a chef. Well other than his cooking sucking. He doesn't like to do the dishes he dirties. He thinks that because he made dinner I should have to wash dishes. Well, I want to know why he doesn't have to do dishes when I cook supper.
I used to have him make supper on Wednesdays but I got tired of having to wash every dish in the house after he got done. It is amazing for a one pan meal he would dirty 3 mixing bowls. I've never seen anything like it. There is a good reason he is an engineer and not a chef. Well other than his cooking sucking. He doesn't like to do the dishes he dirties. He thinks that because he made dinner I should have to wash dishes. Well, I want to know why he doesn't have to do dishes when I cook supper.
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