bleh
Kindergoth can sign. Literally. We got her this new Baby Einstein dvd that teaches sign language and, I kid you not, within a week she started signing. I have to admit. I'm rather impressed. My daughter is learning stuff from t.v. I shudder at this... but I am also contemplating dvds that will teacher her other languages now. I will make the final decision around x-mas.
The man went out yesterday after work with some girls from his job. I was kinda hurt that he didn't invite me to go along... I *always* invited him when I went out. But what bugs me even more is that I have tried to get him to go out with me a large number of times and he never wants to go. Then some chicks from work invite him and all of the sudden he is "Mr. Social Butterfly". He came home rather tipsy, no big deal there.. And it wasn't late at all so there was no big deal there either. Then he told me, had he thought about it, he would have asked me to join him... Umm, okay. That's cool. It doesn't bother me that he went out. And when it comes right down to it, it doesn't really bother me that he didn't think to have me tag along. What really bothers me is that it takes an act of God for me to convince him to go anywhere with me and do things with me. He blames it on being rather agoraphobic. And I can understand that, I am too at times. Sometimes I will be fighting panic attacks in the middle of the grocery store. On really bad days, I can't even bring myself to run outside and check the mail. But yesterday just proved to me that if he really wanted to go somewhere, he could... whether he hates all humans or not. So yeah.. I'm a little bummed on that note. But whatever..
I have a headache and I miss my cats. ~sniffles~
The man went out yesterday after work with some girls from his job. I was kinda hurt that he didn't invite me to go along... I *always* invited him when I went out. But what bugs me even more is that I have tried to get him to go out with me a large number of times and he never wants to go. Then some chicks from work invite him and all of the sudden he is "Mr. Social Butterfly". He came home rather tipsy, no big deal there.. And it wasn't late at all so there was no big deal there either. Then he told me, had he thought about it, he would have asked me to join him... Umm, okay. That's cool. It doesn't bother me that he went out. And when it comes right down to it, it doesn't really bother me that he didn't think to have me tag along. What really bothers me is that it takes an act of God for me to convince him to go anywhere with me and do things with me. He blames it on being rather agoraphobic. And I can understand that, I am too at times. Sometimes I will be fighting panic attacks in the middle of the grocery store. On really bad days, I can't even bring myself to run outside and check the mail. But yesterday just proved to me that if he really wanted to go somewhere, he could... whether he hates all humans or not. So yeah.. I'm a little bummed on that note. But whatever..
I have a headache and I miss my cats. ~sniffles~