selfishly random thoughts

My husband is getting sick. He has been complaining of being tired, cold then hot and just plain achiness. I feel bad for him. I don’t want him to be sick. BUT all I can think is if he gets sick who is going to help me with my website. Selfish, I know, but it is horrible. I am completely obsessed with getting it finished. It has taken over all my thoughts. I come home and run straight to the computer, spend endless hours looking through theme templates, uploading them to ftp, adding my photo and then checking the site to see if it worked (it didn’t). I get elated when I realize I can do something, then frustrated when I hit another wall. And every evening I eventually give in and call my husband into my office and ask him for help.

I was thinking earlier today about my in-laws. When they bought their house way back when they had this door thing installed so that whenever a door is opened it beeps and then says Front Door OR beeps, Garage Door. (you get the point) After much ridicule from the kids in the family, they disabled it. I can’t remember what that had to do with my story – anyway, every Sunday when the babies are crying the doorbell will ring. And every time the door bell rings, like a good daughter-in-law I say, “Door!” And every time I say door, someone in the family will tell me that it is the kids. I say, “What? Someone is at the door.” Then they repeat, no it is just the kids. Oh, I say. Of course we talked about this last Sunday, the high pitch sound of the crying will sound the door bell. (my stupidity at its best)

We cut back on Valentine’s candy this year because we still have Halloween candy in the cupboard. I asked hubby if we could just put that in a Valentine’s gift bag and give it to the kid (he would never know), but he didn’t think that was funny or a good idea. So we have a very limited amount of crap on our counter, considerable less than every year before this. Just standing next to the counter I feel fater. I couldn’t even bring myself to eat a whole chocolate last night. Just felt like I had already eaten a whole box. Weird, I usually don’t have that problem.

My mother was like a ray of sunshine today (sarcasm in our family for “you are being dreadful”) because she is also getting sick. She was home yesterday resting, but too tired to knit or read, but not tired enough to go to sleep. Sounds like hell to me. No reading? No knitting? No sleep? If you closed your eyes, when she was speaking it probably sounded like me. I have such a cheeriness to my personality that makes every one just love me that much more. My valentine’s card from hubby said something like your personality is like a basket full of daisys and when I was reading tha part outloud (if you have kids, you know this is required) hubby started snickering. Normally, I would have been upset, but it is true, I can be a polar opposite to happy.

Actually I am working on my sunshine-ness. I found myself laughing my ass off at the video from Pink Piddy Paws whereas in the past I would have rolled my eyes and said pigs. Instead I shared it with my husband, then called him a pig when he offered to do the same for me (watch the video) and then we laughed together. I have noticed lately that I laugh all the time (except for Tuesday) and I like it. I feel happier. Hello, laughing = happiness? Who knew.

Here’s something that makes me happy, hope you enjoy.