10.30.2007
Augh!
And I just noticed that my reading list is really, really, really, incredibly long. I must read! I miss it!
Now
Now, now, Duff. Don't be so sensitive. Of course I love Meredith more than you. God made some people really, really, really, incredibly good-looking so that we would love them more than other people. Didn't you go to Sunday school?
Was that mean?
The intent was teasing, or course, but I often have no clue as to how my intent is interpreted through my words. I've found my interpretation of particular statements can be on opposite ends of the spectrum depending on my mood, so I assume other people behave that irradically as well and try to form my words so as to put absolutely no one on the defense. Except I know that's impossible.
Oh well.
Trey's all the way moved in now! So we have two times as many boxes around now! The kitchen is fairly settled, which is encouraging to me. The mountain of laundry, whether clean or dirty, is somehow constantly growing. It won't be long before we have no clothes hanging in our closets at all! We'll have to swim through the pools of towels, pants, undies, pjs, shirts, and socks to reach the dresser drawer, which we will open only to see emptiness. Then we'll begin trolling through the various pools creating more of a mess from the existing mess. Ah.
Work's going well. Being in other jobs has helped me appreciate the parts of this job that I actually find challenging and enjoyable. I still haven't quite learned how to get up in the morning, especially on the days when Trey gets to keep sleeping. I keep saying, "why do I have to get up?" "do I have to get up" to which Trey snores.
Coffee.
Was that mean?
The intent was teasing, or course, but I often have no clue as to how my intent is interpreted through my words. I've found my interpretation of particular statements can be on opposite ends of the spectrum depending on my mood, so I assume other people behave that irradically as well and try to form my words so as to put absolutely no one on the defense. Except I know that's impossible.
Oh well.
Trey's all the way moved in now! So we have two times as many boxes around now! The kitchen is fairly settled, which is encouraging to me. The mountain of laundry, whether clean or dirty, is somehow constantly growing. It won't be long before we have no clothes hanging in our closets at all! We'll have to swim through the pools of towels, pants, undies, pjs, shirts, and socks to reach the dresser drawer, which we will open only to see emptiness. Then we'll begin trolling through the various pools creating more of a mess from the existing mess. Ah.
Work's going well. Being in other jobs has helped me appreciate the parts of this job that I actually find challenging and enjoyable. I still haven't quite learned how to get up in the morning, especially on the days when Trey gets to keep sleeping. I keep saying, "why do I have to get up?" "do I have to get up" to which Trey snores.
Coffee.
10.24.2007
Old Married Woman
So, I'm an old married woman now. And old married women post boring blogs about what's going on:
I started my job. Our house isn't settled, but I've written lots of thank you notes. Trey is half-way moved in, but yes, he does live there, too. I'm eating gumbo for lunch cooked by my wonderful and wonderfully accomplished husband. The gumbo is pretty wonderful, too.
We haven't gotten internet yet, but hopefully I'll kick up the Owens blog and update everything more frequently when that happens.
Married life is good. Being at work all day away from Trey is NOT. I miss him.
love,
Hilary
oh, this isn't a letter. hm. guess I didn't need that last bit, but it mostly applies anyway.
love,
Hilary
I started my job. Our house isn't settled, but I've written lots of thank you notes. Trey is half-way moved in, but yes, he does live there, too. I'm eating gumbo for lunch cooked by my wonderful and wonderfully accomplished husband. The gumbo is pretty wonderful, too.
We haven't gotten internet yet, but hopefully I'll kick up the Owens blog and update everything more frequently when that happens.
Married life is good. Being at work all day away from Trey is NOT. I miss him.
love,
Hilary
oh, this isn't a letter. hm. guess I didn't need that last bit, but it mostly applies anyway.
love,
Hilary
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