FullaBella's Journal, 31 July 2013

As usual, I've been trying to compose my journal for the past six hours or so and throughout the course of the day with the dozen or so customers and at least that many phone calls I keep losing my train of thought. In fact the train has jumped the tracks and hit the side of the mountain.

Especially as DH just called me to the living room again to order, yet, more crap off the home shopping network. Note to self: block that stupid channel from the satellite line up. Then again... the more crap he orders, the more I upgrade my trip. It's as if there's some unspoken financial throw down going on and now I have to figure out a way to spend even more money to stay even with him. Maintaining balance in marriage is tough work ya know.

Plus, he tossed down the 'girl' gauntlet at me last night! I'd been browsing 'ridiculously high heeled totally impractical strappy sandals' online just to get it out of my system when he asked 'watcha lookin' at over there?' When I showed him my kindle he actually said, brace yourself, 'You don't need those kind of shoes.' It became glaringly apparent that I'd been ignoring my silly feminine side too long if he's confused about the role 'shoes' play in a woman's life.

It reminded me of the time I returned home from shopping to model my latest trophy pair. I'd been sauntering back and forth trying to strike a pose when he responded.

'So? Looks like one of the other hundred or so pair of black shoes in your closet.'
"Are you nuts? These are Mary Janes!"
'What... we're naming them now?'

Men... sigh. So clueless.

Day two of the blurry vision and now I have a headache that refuses to succumb to medication. On a positive note my back ache is decreasing so hopefully a good soak in the tub tonight will be the finishing touch for recovery.

I think it's time to return the scale to the laundry room because I stepped on it again this morning - that's 3 days in a row now - and the 'still up 5lbs, no change' fired up my left brain math logic thinking again. You know, that script that goes akin to 'look, if the scale stays the same but your clothes are looser, it's muscle mass replacing fat mass and if the scale stays the same but your clothes are tighter then it's fat mass replacing muscle mass but if the scale increases and clothes fit the same WTF?'

So my only answer was it must the haunting spirit of 'The Uninvited". When all else fails, blame the hormones. It's either that or time to up the meds. I was relaxing in my lounge chair on the deck this morning and was engulfed by the most inexplicable feeling of aggravated agitation you can imagine and couldn't shake it. I even went back into the house to check on DH in the event I was having ESP but he was fine. So, paranormal PMS anyone?

Well, I'd talk more about my upcoming trip but after the home shopping network thing I need to call and extend my in room massage from 50 minutes to 90 so I gotta go now. Y'all have a good evening, okay?

Bella

PS - well, dang... see, this is the kind of stuff that knocks my train off the tracks. A man in his early 60's had been sitting on the bench in front of my shop for about half an hour; he finally came inside and it turns out he's sadly a bit, uh, confused. I gave him a bottle of water and tried to help him find a ride (he wanted me to phone the police to see if they'd give him a courtesy ride to another town - even our small town doesn't do THAT kind of thing.) So, I'm trying to help him and answer DH's questions (who's watching on the security cameras) all at the same time. Poor guy, no one to come pick him up. So I did phone the police for suggestions and they phoned the EMT so then we had two firetrucks and an ambulance all in full alert with lights and sirens in front of the shop. I think Ramblin' Man has a diagnosed mental issue as he started panicking 'oh no, they're going to lock me up in a mental hospital' which of course had DH panicking. In between trying to keep both RM and DH calm the phone is ringing off the hook for people driving by thinking the ambulance is here for DH and ... see. train's left the station. Another mountain crash. I'm going to go hunt for strappy sandals now.