Not only is my hair very thin and fine, I don’t have a lot of it.  So, it always looks like it is just hanging there all stringy and boring looking.  No matter what I do with it.  When I was younger I would have perms done and soon after my hair would be back to being straight and stringy looking again.  It just won’t hold curl.

I am always jealous of people with nice thick hair.  But you know what?  They don’t like their hair either.  In fact, I don’t think I have ever met a woman who liked her hair. 

Do you love your hair or hate it?  Do you know anyone who really loves their own hair?

Lately I’ve really been struggling with feeling extremely anxious and depressed.  Planning this trip was sort of helping me to keep those feelings in check.  It kept me distracted and gave me something to look forward to.  And it’s hard to describe- I know my life is good.  Everyone is healthy and we have enough money to pay our bills.  But I worry constantly and feel so anxious all of the time.  So this trip was something I really feel like I needed- something to keep my mind busy and to keep me from falling further into this awful pit of anxiety and depression.

Now it’s not happening and I feel terrible.

Neither do I.

I have everything I need.  I have most of the things I want.  I can’t even remember what I got last year for Christmas… well besides the laptop I’m typing on, I do remember that.  But, for the most part Christmas comes and goes with way too many gifts and no one remembers what they got the year before.

You know what I would remember?  For forever and ever?  A trip to a Costa Rica resort.  Oh yes indeed.  I would never forget that.  I would love it if George and I decided not to buy anything for each other but instead took a nice romantic getaway to Coast Rica.  What an amazing gift that would be. If anyone wants to donate towards our trip I’d be happy to give you my PayPal address

Me?

I hate Walmart.  But over a year ago someone gave Peanut a gift certificate for Walmart and I figured it was time to use it.  So, we went there to get her some boots for winter.  There were two different kinds to pick from each priced at $30 and I didn’t like either one.  There was another lady there shopping with her daughter for the same thing.  She said “I just came from Target and they had a really big selection of boots for cheaper.”  She went on to explain they didn’t have any in her daughters size but that there were a lot in the smaller sizes.

So, we left Walmart without any boots. I did buy a few things just to use the gift card up.

We went to Target where the aisles were clean and the customers and employees were nice.  (Not the conditions at Walmart, that’s for sure.)  I bought a pair of really cute boots for $20 and found the other items I had bought at Walmart were cheaper at Target.

Please don’t give me any more Walmart gift cards!

I actually did not love summer vacation because we didn’t get to spend as much time together.  We still talked on the phone quite frequently and wrote each other lots of letters.  Every few days I was sending her a letter’s, and she was doing the same.  I still have a lot of those letters today and it’s fun to get them out from time to time and read them and reminisce.  I wonder if other people do this as well, I wonder if Sally does.

On the other hand George likes to take his sweet time and then complains when I try to “rush” him out the door.  We fight every single time.  Then we get to wherever we are going and we have to hurry up because we either need to get home for lunch and nap or dinner.  And then George gets mad at me for rushing him.  And then we fight every single time.

He complains that I am thinking only of myself when I rush him around.  In reality I am thinking only of Peanut and trying to make sure that we stay on her schedule so that she doesn’t get too hungry or tired.  For some reason this does not make sense to George.

We are at each other constantly.  I feel like George thinks I do everything wrong.  There is nothing I can do that would make him happy.  No matter what I have done there is something wrong with it.  And if something happens to go wrong- it is somehow my fault.  Nothing is ever his fault.  And when I try to talk- I am constantly interrupted.

I am told pretty much daily how bad I am at all sorts of things.  The last time George said something nice to me or told me something he appreciated me doing?  I have no idea.

Peanut is felling a little better today too.  She slept pretty good last night, so we all got enough sleep.  And she isn’t quite as whiney as she has been all week.  So, I’m sure that is part of it too.  It’s hard to get along and be cheerful when you’re exhausted and annoyed.

Anyways, things are better today