Some days suck for no particular reason. This was one of them. Period started - always icky and not welcome. People on the roads are idiots - if it was up to me, most of them would be required to take the bus, especially Asians, old people, the ones who think they don't have to go the speed limit, smokers, and anyone talking or texting on a cell.

Next thing on my list of sucky things about today - people who already have their minds made up about - whatever. One of my favorite types of food is Chinese - several dishes I like. Could eat Chinese a couple of times a week, at least. I like the old school places mostly, the "updated" Chinese like P.F. Changs are okay, but not my favorite, and there are several places I like to go. Couple of weeks ago we went to "Molly Woo's", an Asian-style place started by a local, very American restauranteur who named the place after his wife, Molly - it was crowded, flashy, over-rated. The big test - how long it took before I had to rush to the bathroom - not long. Bob loved the place and has decided that if I want Chinese, I can take him there. Now when he agrees to Chinese, that's the place. Same deal with Mexican - it no longer means the authentic Mexican place I like, but the "gourmet" place with the overdone sauces, crappy drinks and overpriced guacamole that they make fresh at the table - and charge you $10 for the honor.

So, I suggest egg sandwiches for dinner, thinking I just want to get some stuff at the store and go home and chill - and he suggests Mexican or Chinese, but it's not until we're in the car on the way when I ask "when you said Mexican or Chinese, where did you mean?" only to learn that he didn't intend the same places I did. I left it up to him, and we ended up at Mexican. There was more to the story and now I'm just tired of talking about it. So, never mind . . .

Remember all of the adults in the Charlie Brown cartoons? "Wha wha wha wha wha wha" was all they said. That must be what I sound like . . .

Today was President's Day and I had the holiday off. Mentioned it a month ago before MLK day, because at the firm you get one or the other, and I got PD. And last week, it was mentioned twice. And just yesterday, when we were talking about the winter storm that was moving in, I said "Glad I don't have to go to work tomorrow!"

So, today early afternoon I go to the craft store and the grocery, and the snow is coming down pretty heavy, heavy enough that I know that once I go home, I'm not going out again. While at the store, I call sweety to ask if he needs anything. Ring ring ring - no answer. Leave a voice mail. Didn't get a call back. Like an hour later, I've been at home for a while and get an e-mail "Got your message - don't need anything. Got out early, eh?" My response was "Out early?"

I am so important in his life that he didn't remember I had the day off. I got nothing for Valentine's Day, except that he did make a last-minute dinner reservation - for 9:15 Sunday night! That's usually about the time he's ready to head to sleep. Didn't bother to call them until the day before, and that's the only available opening.

Maybe I just deserve mediocre.

WTF is wrong with this picture?

I joined Facebook almost a year ago, and soon connected with a bunch of people I knew from another site, plus a few high school classmates and a couple of relatives. After a while, my sweetie joined, too, and friended a bunch of my online friends, both of my daughters, my son-in-law, and my younger daughter's then-boyfriend. BUT, to this day, he has not suggested that I friend his former stepdaughter or stepson, nor any of "our" riding buddies, nor anyone else on his friend list. So, what do we share? The same address, we enjoy a number of the same restaurants and food, we have fun in bed together, we both love to ride the bike (if the weather is right), we both feel a strong obligation to go to work each day. Another "but" - we go to dinner, or are sitting at home, and I ask a question about whatever, and mostly what I get are one word answers. He doesn't communicate. We don't talk about anything in any depth beyond what two co-workers would talk about at the coffee machine tomorrow morning. I know some people keep things to themselves, but geeze, my cold as ice mother talks more than he does . . .

I think if Jo could talk we would have great conversations like Greg and I used to have . . . I miss those. Probably why I talk to Miles so often. Bob and I barely talk - he says so little and I feel like it's prying if I ask questions, so, we barely talk. So, what keeps us together?

Again, I did the diplomatic thing and came home to ask his opinion on dinner - and I had plenty of suggestions - Taco Bell, Red Lobster, Mac and Cheese, sandwiches, Japanese, Olive Garden - he chose Japanese hibachi grill style - great, except half the time it tears up my system - which it did tonight. - SIGH-

Some shit I need to get off my chest

Women know what we want - for the most part. By the time we've arrived home after work (all the women I really know, WORK - we get up in the morning and have a definite purpose and we go out and do it.) Anyway, by the time we get home after work we usually - say 90% of the time - know what we want for dinner and how the rest of the day should go. But, if we have a someone waiting at home, we consider that they might have some input and want to listen to what they'd like.

Sooooo - I put aside my instinct to just stop at the store, get something for dinner and go home and "announce" what we are having - instead, I go home to find him yet again, sitting in front of the TV with the xbox game going full blast, him still in his work clothes (an hour and a half after getting home), no dishes done, no trash out, no sheets done in the laundry, no mail collected from the box, no ice melter splashed on the driveway. Came home, greeted him, and told him I need to go to the grocery, do you need anything? Yes, he wanted to go to the store, but what was it I needed to get? I'm fucking tired of reporting what I am going to spend MY MONEY for at the store!!!!!

Fast forward to after dinner (which I made, served, cleaned up after) - he came in the family room and plopped his butt on the sofa while I emptied and re-filled the dishwasher, finished drying and folding the sheets, then the comforter, so I could then wash work clothes - umm - he gets the benefit of the sheets, towels and comforter, but why do I have the responsibility for making sure they are clean and dry???