My big plans for the day were to get my hair cut and colored at noon at HAIRSPRAY in Hillcrest. I woke up at 8:00am, and turned on the TV while Eric slept. Then, I started to feel tired again and turned off the TV at 9:00am. Eric woke me at 10:30am and I had to drag myself out of bed to jump in the shower, so I could be sure to be on time for my noon appointment.
The bell rang and it was the mail person with a box for me. It was one of the pairs of shoes I ordered on ebay. I’ve been having a problem at work, because I’m not used to being on my feet all day and wearing shoes all day. If you know me, you know that I always wore mules in the shop (and at my previous job), because I can’t stand wearing shoes all day long. I need to be able to slip them on and off. So, if I’m wearing shoes that buckle across or have an ankle strap, as comfy as they may be, they drive me crazy, because I can’t take them off. Enclosed shoes or boots are the worst. It’s an idiosyncrasy I’ve had for years. I used to call it shoe paranoia. I LOVE shoes. I mean, I LOVE shoes. I adore high heels. I probably have 50 pairs of shoes. But I don’t like having them on for 8 hours at a time. If I go to a Broadway show, or a movie, I always take my shoes off.
I used to run around barefoot at work. My bosses never cared (although other people in the department used to complain and said that I would step on a staple or something). I just feel better when I’m barefoot!
So, although I’m not running around barefoot at work, I DO take off my shoes when I’m sitting at my desk, and then put them on when I stand up. I have a few pairs of mules or shoes that easily slip on or off, but I figure if I’m going to be working for months I better have a few more, so I ordered 4 pairs of shoes. They were all really cheap. I think the most expensive pair was $40! Most were about $15, with up to $10 shipping/handling.
The first pair was a pair of black fabric pointy-toe mules with a lace overlay, which are super comfy and really pretty. Then, I got a pair of black leather platforms with a peep-toe and a bow. They’re SO cute, comfy and easily come on and off.
The third pair was black suede with a buckle and an espadrille-style wedge sole. Unfortunately, those don’t fit very well, so I’m sending them back. I have two more pairs coming – purple suede and green suede. Then, I should be set for every possible outfit!
I feel guilty buying more shoes when I have so many pairs already, but all the ones I have with buckles and straps are no good for work. I needed to invest in some “work shoes” although they don’t look like work shoes at all!
I got to my hair appointment on time. Unfortunately, he wasn’t ready for me and I waited about 20 minutes. While I waited I read the most recent issue of VOGUE, with Eva Longoria on the cover. They showed the inside of her closet. OH MY GOSH, the girl has about 100 pairs of shoes, all designer and all FABULOUS, and drawers and drawers of clutch purses. I was SO jealous when I saw her collection. She has over 50 pairs of jeans (that I couldn’t care less about) and an amazing array of gorgeous designer dresses. What a closet! What a life!
I got my hair cut and colored. The guy does a great job, but he talks, and talks, and when he tells a story, he stops working and after a while it was driving me crazy, because I told Eric we’d take a drive this afternoon, and I was NEVER going to get home at this rate. I finally told him that I didn’t mind him talking, but could he keep working, because my husband was waiting for me! I don’t think he was insulted and he did keep working and talking from then on.
When I got home Eric and I couldn’t decide where to go. I really wanted to go to Ocean Beach, which is supposed to be really fun and has great antique shops, but Eric said he didn’t want to go to the beach (because, apparently, he hates the beach). I also knew he wouldn’t want to walk around antique shops with me, so I figured I’d go there by myself sometime (maybe even tomorrow or Monday) and we’d go someplace else.
It was getting later and later. We couldn't decide where to go. I wanted to bring my camera, so I got it out and started reading the manual. I had to charge the battery before using it, so I took the charger, put the battery in and then had to wait over an hour. We discussed where to go and it seemed to be more trouble than it was worth, so we decided to just go out to dinner and forget about a drive this afternoon. It was already after 3:00pm, so we went into the bedroom and watched BOSTON LEGAL and then took a nap.
When we woke up, I tried to put the battery in the camera and it wouldn’t fit. Eric couldn’t get it either. We decided to go to CIRCUIT CITY before we went to HAIKU for sushi, so they could help me. Turns out they gave me the wrong battery! They gave me a new battery and we went to HAIKU for dinner.
We had green tea, edamame, and two rolls: Philadelphia and Spicy Cruncy Shrimp roll (our favorite!). The young sushi chef, David (aka Jin), asked when my nieces were coming back. Turns out he had a big crush on April. You see we went there on Friday night and then Saturday, when we were shopping, we ran into him on the street in Pacific Beach and he was so adorable, flirting with the girls.
He said he wants to go to New York, but he has no one to stay with. I told him he could look up April and she’d show him around New York. He’s adorable and he obviously was smitten with my gorgeous niece! The next time I go, I’ll bring my camera and take pictures of the people there, because they are SO sweet and so nice and greet you like you’re family whenever we go.
After dinner Eric suggested going to Hillcrest for gelato at Gelato Vero. I didn’t really want any, because I’ve been SO good on my diet, and weighed in at 127 this morning – a new low! But Eric wanted some and I was so happy he wanted to go somewhere and do something (especially eat something fattening), so I said okay. I told him I felt guilty for cheating, but I have been really good for the past 5 weeks and have not cheated at all. He said it’s not cheating – that you’re allowed to have something fattening once in a while. I guess he’s right and I shouldn’t beat myself up about it.
Anyway, we took the ride, but couldn’t find a spot, so he told me what he wanted and I went in alone. Eric got a pint of Chocolate Hazelnut (so he could have some for the next few days) and I got a small scoop of dark chocolate.
The guy behind the counter asked if I was visiting and I said I was from NY but moved here 3 months ago. The girl said she remembered me having been there before. They were very friendly and sweet and the guy said he LOVED New York accents. It’s so strange to me, because I really don’t think I sound so different from anybody else, but I guess I do! I mean it’s not like I’m English or French, but everybody picks up on it and comments on it.
I got back in the car and we drove home to eat our gelato and watch an episode of MONK. I laugh out loud so much from that show. I really appreciate the writing so much.
After that, Eric was ready for bed, so I came out to work on the computer and then watch a little bit more TV before I hit the hay, too.
Today was a little frustrating. Eric and I seem to be arguing a lot lately. I think my frustration level is exceedingly low (and I always get frustrated easily), and Eric is so negative that we end up arguing. It’s not screaming matches (although my voice is always louder than his). It’s just heated discussions. It could be about anything – the weather, where we’re going, my camera, anything. He just seems to say things that make me upset and then I say something back and we get into it.
I remember days like that in the RV, when everything would bother him and that would bother me. I try to be patient. I try to tell myself it’s not him – it’s the depression. I try to keep my mouth shut, but it’s really hard. I keep telling him the old saying, “If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” But he refuses to listen.
I think he gets a perverse pleasure out of being negative. I really do. I think it makes him happy to say negative things. Does that make sense to anyone? Am I crazy? Sometimes I think he says the things just to hurt me, because he knows how much I love it here and how happy I am with the weather, my job, etc. I think he likes putting San Diego and everything about it down, because I enjoy it so much. And that really hurts, too.
I guess I have to learn to put up with it and shut up and not let him bait me. If I just ignore him, then maybe he’ll stop. I don’t know. I guess I’ll be dealing with this for the next 9 months.
Tomorrow he already told me he has a game on that he wants to watch (basketball, I think), and I’m going to get a pedicure. I need one badly and it will get me out of the house for a while. Then, I’ll come back and do some crafting. It’s so nice that I have Monday off, too. A long weekend is nice, but work is nice, too!