I learned a lot from Mister Roger's Neighborhood growing up. Now, I don't really remember that much detail about the show, but I think everyone remembers how he would take off his sports coat, put on a sweater, take off his shoes, and put on his slippers (or something)? And then at the end of the show he would do it again. Well, I like to put on sweaters or robes in the house because I like it cold enough that I need it in the summer time, and I usually take off my shoes right when I get in the door and search for my slippers. And days like today: hot, muggy, rainy, dreary... I just want to stay inside all day long snuggling with my kitty watching chick flicks and eating butter cookies.
Well, I was good girl and went out and ran some errands after cleaning another couple rooms of the house. Kitchen... check. Bedroom... check. Office... check. Living Room, Bathroom, and Hall will be for tomorrow. I have to occupy my last few days of freedom somehow!
It makes me happy when I balance my checkbook. Now, I don't truly balance my check book because I only write down checks that I write. I check our online statement fairly often for our debit transactions and automated payments. But I write a fair amount of checks each month so it still feels good to have everything under control. I deposited some babysitting money today along with Matt's very nice paycheck! He's been working a lot of over time this summer. He's saving up for his birthday/ Christmas present- a handgun. Yeah, I'm not too thrilled with the idea, actually I'm very very nervous about having a gun in the house. But he'll get a special box for it or something and keep the ammunition separate and our kids will never know about it until they're old enough and mature enough... blah blah blah. We'll see. So he's saving up for it and that's all he's getting for both because I won't let him just frivolously spend that much money on a weapon. Ick. Hopefully when we go shooting sometime I'll feel more comfortable with it.
Ladies night tonight at my friend, Viv's house. We're going to make ice cream sundaes! I'm so excited because I haven't seen Viv almost all summer! True, starting next week we'll see each other every day since we work together, but I still missed her this summer. She and her husband moved too and now they have a beautiful loft apartment! Matt and I thought about the possibility about moving into a loft... but we want to stay in our next home through babies number one and possibly two... so a loft probably wouldn't be the best choice. But it's a nice idea. So many things you can do with the space. If I were single, I'd definitely want a loft.
I was reading one of my old journals from my trip to Israel during my freshman year of college. Thinking back, I thought I was "grown up" at that point because I was more independent, knew more about life, lived 800 miles away from home, and was a "college student". Well, compared to me in high school I was more mature. I couldn't believe how immature I sounded in my journal entries though! I was still spelling funny and using weird abbreviations- like, "whatev", "tonite", and "cuz". Yeah, I'm glad I'm out of that phase. At least I never tYpeD liKe ThIs. I missed that "in", fortunately. I think of the freshman in college I know now and I think, "was I really like that back then? I couldn't possibly be!" But oh wow, oh wow. I embarrass myself. I'm glad no one else reads my journals. Well, you could always read back on here or xanga or myspace, I suppose. If you want a good laugh, go back and read it. I probably sounds real stupid. And in three more years when I have children, I'll probably look back on this time and wonder why I was always complaining. Something to think about.
My kitten is acting very strange. Twice she's come downstairs to me and sat at my feet making the most pitiable meows. It startled me the first time. She sounded either hurt or scared. I picked her up and went upstairs to see if anything was wrong. Sometimes she gets startled by bugs in the house, but it worried me because it sounded like the two times she meowed to let us know she had an accident outside the litter box. No accidents. No bugs. No slugs. I didn't know what the matter was! She just came back down and is now perched on the arm of my chair waiting me to finish. Maybe she just needs some attention. When she thinks she's alone in the house she'll wail until we come find her. She's a very needy cat. She won't know what to do when I'm working all day along with Matt. At least last year I was able to come home at lunch time to play with her.
Sigh. Must go play with the kitten.
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