November 1st, 2001

eLouai

Can't Quite Talk Properly

[weather|rainy]
[mood|blah]

I sound like I've swallowed a frog. Husband Guy and I had a really bad shouting match last night. It's my fault.

What can I say? I'm offended that Husband Guy's father (he is emphatically NOT my "father-in-law") is having an affair and that he keeps bringing the woman around. Grandma keeps acknowledging and validating their relationship by including Anna in family dinners and other outings.

This is the woman who acted like she owned the house and threw a Christmas party at our house for her friends when Grandma and my MIL weren't in town. This is the woman who foisted her hellspawn daughter on us and assumed that we would babysit on demand. This is the hellspawn that sticks her gum everywhere she's been sitting and demands to play network games.

Husband Guy's father has said to us, on numerous occasions, in no uncertain terms, that he hates children and would never come in contact with our children, if we ever had any. And that we would be wise to never have children because, according to "the Buddhist faith" everyone is born with a purpose and some are born for revenge, so we should all just not have children. He's become a nanny to the hellspawn.

Note to self: this man is not to come within reaching distance of my children.

Grandma truly does not have a problem with her son having an affair - we had a long talk last night - polite and calm, though it was - with me in tears because the whole thing was so wrong on so many levels. She honestly believes it's okay. At that point, I could only politely stand my ground that I wasn't accepting it, cheating on spouses cannot ever be accepted. But that my upbringing has taught me that I am not to argue with an 80 year old grand matriarch.

Yes, how very old-fashioned minded of me. People lie, cheat on their spouses and come home just to yell at their mothers and wives all the time now, it's not a big deal. I have to get over it.

eLouai

"Do Not Think In Shower"

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[mood|blah]

My arms and shoulders ache. I was thinking in the shower last night. Very bad idea. I wasn't paying attention and I kept scrubbing my hair... I don't know how long I scrubbed, but I went to push my hair back with both arms today (kinda in the position for hair scrubbing) and suddenly felt the muscles go "HHHHWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!"

Scalp is still there though...

eLouai

Ungh... There.

It's 16-dark-30 hours and I've finished the last section of the last monstrous spec. I've had to do. If I'd have finished the software specs any other day, I would have been in more of a dancie mood, but today is just a blah day.

Must be the climate. Everyone is either down, aggravated, blue, pissed and generally grumpy.

I went to Urban Fair (local yuppy-food supermarket) with Husband Guy to get a small take-out lunch. I got a bag of Western Family Ginger Snaps and a bottle of VOSS Sparkling Water. The bottle got me... like a moth to fire. Plain carbonated water like VOSS and Perrier tastes salty to me. I might just dump out the water, make a long stem paper rose, put it in and stick it on my desk.