Picture Pages, Picture Pages
I remember picture pages when I was little. We still lived on the farm. Grandma never ordered them for me, but that was ok. I liked to watch. SOmehow I felt a bit left out since I didn't have a book to follow along. I think Bill Cosby was the host. THe host with the most. But onward.
This morning the zit on my head looks angrier than it did last night. How could it possibly be big enough to give me a headache? Lord. THankfully I have the little pin the dermatologist gave me. It relieved some pressure without causing a huge hole. Still hurts, though.
Today is December 22. Just 3 days to Christmas and it is supposed to be 75 degrees. I guess my dirty little secret is that I'll be glad when it is over. I feel this year like it's not really Christmas. No presents for Thomas under the tree. He's hard to buy for. This is the man who has everything he wants. Maybe next year we will shop separately for each other. I would like to surprise him with cool stuff, but I guess there is no use if he doesn't want it. I guess it is better that we go shopping together.
Bathroom and coffee break.
I was gone longer than I had intended. Stupid coffe pot. I think it's time for a new one. The grounds keep overflowing. Of corse, if I have the right size filters, it might make a difference.
We forgot to ge tthe rent check from Lydia yesterday. I'll call her when I am through here. Tom makes me tired with worring about the rent check. Among other things. How can one man stress so much about everything? Perhaps he will not want to move north now. He had remarked that he would get tired of the cold every day. He knows I'll go, but he knows I'll bitch. I would rather hera him complain about the heat than me complain about the cold. Plus, I don't get sick down here. That's a huge bonus. I don't want to deal with another bout of pneumonia. Ever again! On the other hand, I miss the change in seasons. I miss fall and colored leaves and the chill in the air. I miss spring and tulips and daffodils and crocuses. Especially I miss crocuses. I miss snow. Walking in it, throwing snowballs. I love winter clothes, but I had a fit in Kmart because I was too hot. When you go outside it's too cold. I just don't know what we will do. I suppose we will find a happy medium somewhere. Or just dive right in to upstate New York. I think Tom would be overjoyed with that. I think I would, too. We could travel around to the neighboring towns for fairs and such. We could go in to the city for weekend shopping adventures and Christmas activities and the st. Patrick's Day parade. That would be so much fun!!! Then of course, we would be snowed in to our little town all winter. Yep, we'll probably move, but whatever we do, I think it will be Tom's decision. when we started dating again, he had an opportunity to move to NY that didn't pan out. But I was very apprehensive. I didn't want to move. I loved my little apartment. I loved being here. I was in school and in no place in my life to get up and move. I'm glad we didn't go then. I think life would have been a lot harder than it is here now. I look at the women there...all of Tom's friends' wives. They look rough. THey've had tough lives. I think it is from living in the city so long. Maybe it's just the lives they chose to lead that makes them look tired. Anyway, I don't want to look tired.
Speaking of which, we have an ab roller. I'm very excited. Haven't used it yet, but Tom says it's tough. I was pleased with myself for exercising 2 days in a row now. Hurrah for me!! Now I have to keep very good track of what I eat. Must watch the calories. I do put a lot of empty ones in to my system. Yesterday it was carmel corn and cheese corn and 3 cookies and salt& vinegar chips. But during that I ate healthy, too.
Must make an artist date with myself. I beieve that should be Christmas morning. A gift to me...
Alright. ntil tomorrow.
This morning the zit on my head looks angrier than it did last night. How could it possibly be big enough to give me a headache? Lord. THankfully I have the little pin the dermatologist gave me. It relieved some pressure without causing a huge hole. Still hurts, though.
Today is December 22. Just 3 days to Christmas and it is supposed to be 75 degrees. I guess my dirty little secret is that I'll be glad when it is over. I feel this year like it's not really Christmas. No presents for Thomas under the tree. He's hard to buy for. This is the man who has everything he wants. Maybe next year we will shop separately for each other. I would like to surprise him with cool stuff, but I guess there is no use if he doesn't want it. I guess it is better that we go shopping together.
Bathroom and coffee break.
I was gone longer than I had intended. Stupid coffe pot. I think it's time for a new one. The grounds keep overflowing. Of corse, if I have the right size filters, it might make a difference.
We forgot to ge tthe rent check from Lydia yesterday. I'll call her when I am through here. Tom makes me tired with worring about the rent check. Among other things. How can one man stress so much about everything? Perhaps he will not want to move north now. He had remarked that he would get tired of the cold every day. He knows I'll go, but he knows I'll bitch. I would rather hera him complain about the heat than me complain about the cold. Plus, I don't get sick down here. That's a huge bonus. I don't want to deal with another bout of pneumonia. Ever again! On the other hand, I miss the change in seasons. I miss fall and colored leaves and the chill in the air. I miss spring and tulips and daffodils and crocuses. Especially I miss crocuses. I miss snow. Walking in it, throwing snowballs. I love winter clothes, but I had a fit in Kmart because I was too hot. When you go outside it's too cold. I just don't know what we will do. I suppose we will find a happy medium somewhere. Or just dive right in to upstate New York. I think Tom would be overjoyed with that. I think I would, too. We could travel around to the neighboring towns for fairs and such. We could go in to the city for weekend shopping adventures and Christmas activities and the st. Patrick's Day parade. That would be so much fun!!! Then of course, we would be snowed in to our little town all winter. Yep, we'll probably move, but whatever we do, I think it will be Tom's decision. when we started dating again, he had an opportunity to move to NY that didn't pan out. But I was very apprehensive. I didn't want to move. I loved my little apartment. I loved being here. I was in school and in no place in my life to get up and move. I'm glad we didn't go then. I think life would have been a lot harder than it is here now. I look at the women there...all of Tom's friends' wives. They look rough. THey've had tough lives. I think it is from living in the city so long. Maybe it's just the lives they chose to lead that makes them look tired. Anyway, I don't want to look tired.
Speaking of which, we have an ab roller. I'm very excited. Haven't used it yet, but Tom says it's tough. I was pleased with myself for exercising 2 days in a row now. Hurrah for me!! Now I have to keep very good track of what I eat. Must watch the calories. I do put a lot of empty ones in to my system. Yesterday it was carmel corn and cheese corn and 3 cookies and salt& vinegar chips. But during that I ate healthy, too.
Must make an artist date with myself. I beieve that should be Christmas morning. A gift to me...
Alright. ntil tomorrow.
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