Congratulations, GC!

Moving is so much no fun.

EAST COAST GLAMCOOKIE AND FAMILY!!!!!!!

Very Exciting!

Holy cats, Glamcookie, that's so exciting! I don't envy you the move itself, of course, but it'll be behind you soon enough. And then you'll be an NCista!!! Hooray!

I figured out how to block the guy on goodreads. He sent me three more friends requests tonight. I should probably block him on twitter too, since he followed me there too.

Bleh. I've got to go to campus today to drop off a stack of scantrons at the department. I so don't want to. Between driving to campus and then walking from the parking lot to the department, it's half an hour each way. And it's raining out. And my ankle hurts. And I'm tired and whiny. (And I'm also kind of annoyed because, last time I did this, it turned out that someone else was late with the scantrons, and they can't go to the machine until everybody's turned them in, so I actually could have brought mine in the next day and been fine.)

I'm finding great satisfaction in being the head of the household. I check on my housemate's preferences on things, but final choices and decisions are mine, and there's no second-guessing. I feel very sorry for people left in my situation who aren't comfortable being the decider. Perhaps they're the ones who still feel so lost after years alone.

I'm trying to listen to this lecture on quantum physics, but the guy keeps going "uhm, um" and smacking his lips just a little. Maybe nobody else would notice but it's driving me mad. This is why I just want to read things. If I could get a transcript of this lecture, I could read it in ten minutes, tops. This will take at least an hour and a half of ums and gasping (I want to give him my inhaler) and nervous chuckling and filler rambling in between the actual information. And in his attempts to be funny and engaging, he's losing the plot. I'm distracted.

I'm finding great satisfaction in being the head of the household. I check on my housemate's preferences on things, but final choices and decisions are mine, and there's no second-guessing.

Connie, I meant to say, I'm really glad you're feeling this way. I was a little worried that you wouldn't.

After years of being told that I couldn't handle adult life on my own, I took great satisfaction in doing just that.

It seems I have always been the decision maker, at least the last 26 years with DH. Being so much older than him when we got involved and being the homeowner and such it just worked out that way. He does it more now, but only because I am tired of it and insist.

I let Hubby have the final say on things because I valued getting along with him more than fighting him. I probably gave in to him too much, but that's the choice I made. I often played mental games of "What would I do if I lived alone?" It's a sadness to me to do thing I know he wouldn't want to have done, but that's my world now. Unfortunately I know women who wouldn't be able to cope without having someone else make decisions. I have moments of "OMG, what the hell do I do!" but it's not like there's anybody else to make the call.