December 2, 2006
My husband is truly the nicest person I know. Not a mean bone in his body.
We have had all of two major arguments in 31 years. He is the first one to
help someone and always gives a second or third chance to someone who
might have done him wrong. His major asset, besides being a terrific
husband, father and grandfather, is that he accepts me for me and remains
married to me. If you knew me really well you would understand that even
being on zoloft doesn't always allow me not to be NUTS sometimes.
This past Friday, he woke up and started his 45 minute exercise routine
which he found he couldn't finish. I always "yell" out in the morning at
4:30am, did you sleep ok? Usually it's, "You snored too much" or "I slept
fine." When I question the snore remark, he always says, "Once or twice
and then all was right with the world." Yesterday it was, "No I am
not feeling well." What's wrong etc etc and then it turned out he
had the stomach flu that is going around. I suggested he stay home from
work. He has 250 sick days. No I will go in and I'll feel better. He left
the house at 6am and arrived at work 25 miles away. At 7:10am he phoned to
let me know he was on his way home. Another 25 miles. I thought to myself.
"This was one of the stupidest things he has done in a long while."
He came home and began acting like a 3 year old child. He needed me to
find his PJ's, make him tea, cover him and a variety of other favors. The
highlight was that he needed his oil changed in his car and would I do it?
Don't even ask where or when he had planned on this prior to getting ill.
GRRRR The world has stopped because the man got sick. An eyelash off base
would be catastrophic. Are all men like this? I wonder.
I had a ton of errands to do on Friday and go to a funeral. When I am
under the weather I am one of these people who just wants to be alone. I
will handle whatever I need and just let me sleep it off. I explained that
I had these errands to run and the funeral to attend. He was disappointed
that I wasn't able to stay home and watch him sleep. I thought that was
comical. The oil change will be done tomorrow by me. We need him to get
healthy. We have a big month here. I am hoping for Monday. Hopefully
he will be back at work and back on to his routine.
Oh, mirror in the
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
... Stevie Nicks, c1975
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