I've gone and gotten in "trouble" on a message board. Again. Man, I'm good.
I guess after being with H for as long as I have, I've learned to let a lot of the smaller things go. It's very Zen for me to not care about toilet seats, muddy footprints, or him leaving the sprinklers on for too long (that was actually kind of funny. He fell asleep!). I'm not saying that either of us are perfect, as everyone has annoying traits; but letting the little things go has allowed me to be a happier person.
Evidently, I'm not allowed to say that if someone else is annoyed with their husband and blasting it on a message board. We all have our days, though. I've done it, too; but, I felt no need to say, "there, there, if you just nag your husband enough, he'll stop doing the things that annoy you," because we all know, that will work.
I've also been informed that I just talk too much about teaching, and that I don't take an active interest in anything else but my job. Um, okay. It's where I spend a majority of my time, unless you count sleeping hours at home, and then home might squeeze in a victory. I don't care to discuss politics, abortion, etc. with very many people because I find the conversation often goes in circles, with everyone trying to "win" the argument. So, I stay out of it. I also find some political debates to be dreadfully boring, and nothing I can fix. I like to focus on things that my efforts are actually useful. I guess that is also not good enough for people.
Other things going on in my life:
1. I think my pansies not only re-seeded themselves (great!), but they hybridized on their own, which freaks me out just a little bit.
2. I've gone a week without soda. And I'm feeling fine.
3. I donated blood and had an absolutely awful reaction to it. Bruised, sore arm, horrible mood swings, and a fatigue like I've not felt in a long time all followed the butchering. It might be my last time to donate. And I feel very, very sad about that.
4. I am so, so ready for our Eureka Springs vacation.
5. I was called "creepy" by one of my students. I don't think I'm creepy at all...maybe just delightfully socially awkward? Yeah, that's the ticket...
Thank goodness I'm finally at a point in my life where I have a good group of friends that listens to me talk about my job (and I, in turn, listen to them talk about theirs), who make freaked out faces when looking at my mangled arm, and who evidently coddle me. Without them, I would probably be a bigger train wreck than I already am.