the truth never stands in the way of a good story.
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september 8
the new carpet is done. it is bee-yoou-tee-ful. it looks so nice upstairs now. we just have to fix the plaster and finish painting. i so love home improvement projects. i have a "date" with jeff friday. he wants to see blair witch project and it is just far to scary for his fiance. in light of a recent dream i had, it's pretty strange. we've also asked him to help repair the aforementioned plaster. i'll get over my psycho dreams without any damage to any relationships, but it'll still be wierd. luckily, i'm the only one to know about the dream. so, how was your labor day weekend? i went to my parent's cabin, and scott, his. i actually drove the truck! (the reason this is exciting is that it's a manual transmission. i had only driven a stick 3 times my whole life until we got the truck last april. it had been 15 years so i avoided driving it and instead i drive our piece of shit old car.) anyway, i had fun. the neighbors came over saturday afternoon for drinks and to chat. the conversation turned on me. betty (the neighbor) and shelia (my sister-in-law) were getting on my case about having kids. i took the easy way out and said that i don't want kids, i'm not ready. blah, blah, blah. my usual bullshit answer to the usual bullshit. i didn't mention that we have been trying to get pregnant and that it really hurt to have it brought up, that i feel inadequate enough without my nose bieng rubbed in it. at least they didn't beat it to death. later, mom and i went for a walk and i brought up the conversation and told her that we have been trying to get pregnant. i broke down in tears. she told me not to worry, that it'll happen. whatever. i'm glad i told her. she's my mom, it didn't feel right not to tell her. BUT she did gave me the same pat answer i hear from everyone that i hate. it didn't piss me off coming from her, though. nothing else exciting happened. we came home sunday night so we could get some stuff done on monday. we painted the hall. i tell ya, my husband can be such a bonehead. we did the first coat in the hall a week ago and had to do a second coat to cover the old paint. he had already started painting when i got home (i had to get some stuff at the store.) and i changed and started to help. he was painting the walls (in, i assumed the flat) so i asked where the can of semi-gloss was so i could touch up the trim. when he told me that he was using the semi-gloss, i asked if he used it before. he said "i think so." we kept painting. now that it is dry, we can see that the first coat is much less shiny than the second. it looks like shit. i am so sick of painting and we have to do another coat. arrugh!!! i guess that's about it. what an exciting life i lead. : yesterday : : today : : tomorrow :
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