...curl up, snuggle in and get to reading...
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I put the psycho in psychology.
I'm thinking I should password protect that last entry.
I don't know why I'm suddenly thinking that but I would hate for Mr. President (NOT said in a breathy Marilyn MOnroe voice) to stumble across a diary entry about him.
Not that he would but what if?
Ya know what I'm sayin'
Anyhoo, if you want the password - let me know and if you can pass the stringent testing process you will be awarded the security clearance that would allow you all the sordid details.
Nothing new to report on that front. Other than I talked to the local/national union rep and she said she would talk to him but really we can't really get rid of him. And that we shouldn't be contacting him for anything because they all decided ages ago that he "is not a good fit" with us and we should deal with the vice president instead. (THAT all came about because of a different set of annoying/offensive emails from Mr. President (again, no breathy voice...blechhh).We'll see what happens at our meeting on Wednesday. 'Cuz you know I'm asking him at the meeting.
In other news I went to the specialist for my blood in urine problem I mentioned a few entries back. He was nice and thought I was only 30. He told me I was very healthy...no medications, no allergies, no surgeries except for a Caesarian and wisdom teeth. I've already gone for an ultrasound on my kidneys and in about a month or so I'll go for my cystoscopy which he thought would take aobut 5 minutes and would be no problem whatsoever.
Whatever you say, nice man, who thinks I'm 30.
And in other, other news...hubby calls me at work and says "Yeah we won't be getting motorcycles." It appears he has checked what the insurance will be and that put the kibosh on the cycles. I answer him..."Yeah, well, I never figured we were actually gonna get them anyway."
Do you see how I did that psychological thing, there?
He spent the last 3 weeks looking at motorcycles and when I would ask "Should I get my beginner license? Are we really getting motorcycles?"
He would say yes.
So when I say "It's not like I figured we'd really be getting them" it's like I waved a red flag in his face.
An hour later he calls me back and tells me if I get a used one (smaller) and he goes with one that has a smaller engine...
Really, it's not fair. We are so not evenly matched when it comes to psychological games.
Not because he's stupider but because he doesn't believe that psychology plays a role in anything.
And we all know it does.
UPDATE; Apparently you have to privatize your diary when you MAKE the entry not at some future time. Clearly the hubby is not the stupider one.5:25 p.m. - 2007-04-13
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
what you missed - what you're waiting for
|
Back, back again. - 2010-08-26
- - 2010-07-27
realization - 2010-04-15
realization - 2010-04-15
Contest - 2010-04-14