Saturday, January 16, 2010

On my own...

Oooo, this is why I don't like winter. I am husbandless for the majority of the weekends. He has friends here, or is at friend's houses, or is snowmobiling. It's nice that he has that opportunity. But, I would like more opportunity to do something I enjoy. I get taken on snowmobile type outings. They are ok, but I am so tired by them...and they are really something Deric enjoys doing, not me. He gets mad whenever I say that. He threatens to get rid of the snowmobiles. The reality is that I know he would make my life miserable for it. So, I never let him.

I am taking a "Square foot Gardening" class with my friend Heidi. It's four weeks long and runs an hour and a half on Wednesdays. I think it will be fun. :-) Then I can better utilize my garden this year. This will at least break up the mundane weeks through mid-February.

I told Deric we should take a dance class...he wasn't interested. He says there are too many things he already wishes he could do and doesn't have the time for. Those things don't include me. Not that he said that, it's just the reality of it. I grow sad sometimes at how much we don't spend time with each other. But, really, our interests don't overlap in many areas. Camping is one thing we do enjoy doing together. Other than that, we spend a lot of time in front of the TV. I had always hoped to pretty much ban that from my house. A movie on occasion was fine...But, again, it is the reality of things. I do enjoy "Chuck" and "The Big Bang Theory" however.

I want to get my pictures printed so that I can start on Molly's scrapbook and our new year's scrapbook. I want to get the Millersburg pictures too...I would love to sit and write up that book. Anywho...

I am just sad today. Things looks so gloomy when it is smoggy and foggy outside. Not much of a day to enjoy. The air is so bad that if you go out in it it is like smoking a cigarette. One thing about Utah I truly despise. Oh well, such is life sometimes...

I do love my life. There are just some things that aren't perfect.