Now that that's over with...
I've been doing that a lot lately. Matching things and people up, seeing similarities, etc. It can get annoying. Especially when other's don't see what I see.
Speaking of annoying; I've noticed something that has happened rather frequently the past few weeks. Every where Pete and I go together, people stare at us, or me, or him, I don't know... perhaps it's just our age difference, but dammit, it's rude! We were walking into the Kroger yesterday and this old lady was walking out, pushing her buggy. And the old bitch was just staring at us all the way down the parking lane. She even turned her head as she passed us. I said to Pete quite loudly, "Whys that old hussy staring at us? Has my face turned green?" I don't know if she heard me, but I hope she did. A woman of her age should know better than to stare at people like that. I don't guess it would have ticked me off so bad if it hadn't been happening every place we go. I guess I should just get used to it and ignore it, but it is rude. And further more, I don't like it. The funny thing I've noticed about it is this: The women who stare are always older than me. The men who stare are always younger. Is that weird or what? I have no clue what it means, if anything. Could be something... could be nothing...
I think I'll start a new game. Pete will be mad, but it sounds like fun to me. Maybe I can convince him to play along with me. I think that from now on, when I see someone staring at me, I will very obviously stare back at them. Or maybe I'll just stick my tongue out at them. No, Pete wouldn't do that. Perhaps I'll just start asking them why they are staring at me. No, Pete wouldn't approve of that, either. I guess it'll have to be just staring back at them. When it happens it just makes me feel real "catty". But I guess I ought not go around starting fights with people, eh? Sounds like fun, tho, and it would be justified, wouldn't it?
So... Barak Obama won the South Carolina Democratic Primary. By a handy margin, in fact. I'm not sure how I feel about that. The exit polls looked to me like he got most of the black vote and Hillary Clinton and John Edwards split the white vote. I can hardly blame African-American voters for voting their race. Not since I know I am going to be voting my gender on February 5, 2008. I said to my husband yesterday while we were driving around town, "I would hate to be a black woman and have to make that decision this election cycle." And I don't mean that in a "racist" way. It's just a fact. Of course, he didn't have a clue what I was talking about until I 'splained it to him. Men are so dense, I swear! I am trying so hard to raise my son up to be more observant, more sensitive to the moods of the community around him. I would like him to be more open minded, more aware than his father is. Unfortunately, I can attest that it is indeed NATURE and not NURTURE. However hard I try, the boy is just a boy. And he's growing into a fine young man, but he's still a man. No matter how much I love him, I have to admit to that. It must be genetic, something about they way they evolved.
I did not walk or do any exercises today. My knees are still throbbing and my legs just ache from all that walking around we did yesterday. And now... my right heel has decided to start hurting too. And my back was doing those spasm things again today. Lord! Sometimes I feel like I'm just falling apart! I'm tired of feeling so ache-y, and lethargic, and weak. This is no fun, so I'm not going to do it anymore. When I wake up tomorrow I'm going to magically feel all better. Dang! Don't I wish it was that easy.
The good news is, I just checked my sugar before I ate my supper and it was 193. The second day in a row that it was below 200! That's exciting. To me, anyway. I even went and woke Pete up and told him. Got a kiss out of the deal, so that was good, too. Tomorrow or Tuesday will be the halfway point in his treatments. I'll have to go check it on the calender to be sure, but it's close. I plan on making something special for supper that day. The treatments are starting to wear on him, tho. He now goes to bed at 8:00pm whereas he used to go at 9:00 or 9:30. Two times last week he over slept in the morning, too. He's always been one of those people with an internal alarm clock that wakes him up at 3:30 every morning. And twice last week he over-slept. Once til 4:15 and once til 4:30. He wasn't late to work because he is always up extra early anyway, because of his damned internal workings, but it bothered him. He usually uses his extra hour or so to drink a cup of coffee, read the newspaper a little, browse the web... then he gets his shower and does his getting ready for work and when he over-slept he didn't get to do his usual morning routine. I know how that throws the whole day off. It does for me, anyway. But he was mortified. I try to sympathize, but what can I really do? Or say? I feel for what he's going through, but I don't KNOW what he's going through. How could I? It may sound selfish, but I hope I never KNOW. I don't ever want to know what it feels like to have cancer.
I think I've rambled on enough for one post. Think I'll go see what's on TV or play a game with Thomas before he goes to bed. I have to wait until 11:30 so I can check my after meal sugar. I shouldn't have waited so long to eat supper, but I just wasn't hungry. And even tho I waited I still couldn't eat all that the diabetes lady said I should. I'm trying to follow her plan exactly, but I can't eat that much. And the plan she has me on right now is supposed to be for loosing weight. Its not even the "maintenance" plan she drew up for me for after I reach my goal weight. So, if I can't eat everything, I should loose faster, right? Wrong. I'm supposed to eat the stuff exactly like she told me too. What do I know anyway? Not much when it comes to this, but I'm learning.
So, I'll see you guys around, kay? G'nite.