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9:15 a.m. - April 29, 2002 The kids and I went out yesterday to get him a gift. He wanted clothes but we decided on a table saw. (I'm making that Tim Allen sound). I think he'll like it. He's been building alot of stuff for our back yard so I think this will come in handy. While we were out I found myself belly watching. I must have looked like a fool, staring googly eyed at women with pregnant bellies. O had to tell me to stop. I just can't help it. I know that I've already given this go God and shouldn't keep taking it back to worry about, but I can't help it. I know some of you can completely understand. I've been feeling kind of punkish all weekend. Saturday I woke up feeling really dizzy and sort of sick to my stomach with a killer headache. I think I have another sinus infection (or maybe the same one from last year is just acting up). O got sick yesterday and at first I thought it was something we had eaten, but come to find out I think she got her feelings hurt. While we were at the mall they were playing in the kids area when the rent-a-sheriff told her that she needed to leave because she was too big. Give me a flippin' break, everyone was playing fine, no problems and some woman had to complain to him that she was too tall to be in there. I was watching and she was playing fine. Urgh. I wanted to say something to that woman in the worst way but my mouth has a tendency to get me in trouble. Anyway she came out almost in tears and her face was almost white as a sheet. I grabbed her and M up and we ran to the ladies room. I knew what was going on cause she is just like me, she internalizes everything. Anything that is said to her is taken to heart. I wanted to crumble because of how this man made her feel. I know he was doing his job but my baby's feelings go hurt:( Saturday night we went to a real "Southern Barbque" at my boss' house. It's his 60th birthday this week so they had a big shin-dig for him. My gift was a memory book that had pictures of everyone that was there. I went around and took polaroids of everyone and had them decorate their own page. After everyone was done I put the book together and gave it to him. It was quite well received. He loved it. I love giving gifts, especially something like that. It will always remind him of that day. So that's my weekend in a paragraph (or two). I'm hoping that by next weekend I will have my computer back from the hospital and Diaryland will have answered my pleas for help with my gold account. (any advice on getting a reply from the help desk at diaryland?) I really want to upload some pictures. Til then..... Question of the Day Do you think the world will be a better or worse place 100 years from now?
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