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Lovely weekend had by all. It’s funny how fast you can spin a perspective on something. Took a walk thru the house with someone who hasn’t seen it..

Wine and friends

Pigtails on guys with dark hair

Football games

Mental illness and people’s complete lack of understanding. The “they-should-just-snap-out-of-it” School of Ignorance.

Request for birthday gifts…

Furniture thoughts… House dreams.. Basement layouts..

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The house has stalled. The builder has been playing phone tag with us for 4 weeks now. We were to meet him on-site but somehow, mysteriously, he couldn’t make it and sent his talkative assistant to meet with us. I can’t help but feel ignored. My SO and I are not talking about it at all. Every time I bring it up, he cuts me off. “Don’t want to talk about it.” “I just get angry.” “You can’t change anything so drop it.” I’m having a hard time with this. We’ve been within 3 weeks of completing for over 2 months now. Insurance is about to run out and our 2nd loan extension soon goes poof.

Relationships are weird things. My SO never felt like he needed to talk to me. When questioned, I got the old “I just want to relax”. So we fell into this, I babble and he stoically listens. Every time I’ve attempted to change this, I go quiet and he just waits me out. These little tug-o-wars have gone for weeks. Neither of us are rude, just quiet. Sometimes I think I just gave up because I wasn’t sure what I wanted and let me tell you, it’s been an up hill battle lately (even before the house) to really give a shit. No romance. No zing. Just tired.

The house hasn’t helped. We’ve had this stress drag out for so long and so much put on-hold, that I think when we finally do move into the house, I’m going to find it hard to be excited.

I just want to be treated as if opinion counts and I’m someone special. I’m amazed at how much my spirits are flagging. Physical conditions, job stress, and the damn house are leading me to just shut down emotionally. It’s pretty hard to get excited about my birthday when all it reminds me of is that I need to schedule a doctors appointment. Cause after a lets-wait-n-see for months now, things are not getting any better. I’m not sleeping well. I’m irritable and emotional as hell. Hey when’s the last time you cried at a feel-good commercial for god’s sake?

On a much happier note, go see the latest Wallace n Gromit. If that doesn’t make you forget your worries for a few hours, then you must be dead.

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My teeth hurt! I love how you go to the dentist and one thing fixed breaks another thing and then fix that thing and then another and another and another till your dental insurance cries UNCLE.. Tylenol here we come.. Wonder why I have all these dental problems all the sudden? Seems each year can be distinguished from the other by what when wrong physically. One year kidney stones. Another year teeth. Another year hip problems. Geez I’m falling apart or maybe the warranty has expired… lol..

Grim thoughts as my birthday approaches. ARGH

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Disappointment. Should I change who I am? Am I a bad person? Do I really care? I resent that those thoughts have arisen once again in my psyche. We all have blind spots as to how others see us. But how often are you forcibly confronted with behavior that baffles you only to be told that you caused it yourself…

I’ve been told I scare people. I’ve been told that I’m a calm person and a happy-go-lucky soul. I’m dependable, reliable, and a joy to work with. Somehow that doesn’t jive with being told I scare people…. Something about poking the bear. I realize that people only can see you thru their own perceptions. But, hey give me a break. Why do I have the “E.F.Hutton” effect when I talk?

Do I sound exasperated? Well yes I am. What do I change, if anything? Is it okay to be me?

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2 weeks. 2 root canals. 4 visits to the dentist. But other than it’s a pain, inconvenient, and very unpleasant, I realized that I couldn’t even tell you what my dentist looked like. If there was a police line-up and they asked me to identify him, I couldn’t. I know his name. I’ve written him checks. I know he wears glasses over top of the mask.. I think he has brown hair. Hey, I could identify him by his elbows. I sure know what they look like!

Kinda strange…