Carly'sMa
10-09-2006, 08:12 PM
This is a big weekend in our town. Ashfield has a major fall festival. The common is fully of activity, food, games, music, crafts etc. The festival continues in Town Hall with foods and crafts. My neighbor has the tag sale to beat all tag sales. There are thousands of people who attend. It is a two day festival.
So, we had an open house to try to sell our house right, smack, during the festival. Four people showed up! That's so awful. Then someone knocked on the door later that afternoon and I showed them around although you're not supposed to do so without the broker, but I wasn't letting anyone get away.
Plus, my parents came to visit. We showed them the new house and my dad says it's the only house I've lived in that he's liked. Why? Because he will have a bedroom to sleep in. (That room will also double as my office.) It's not like I've always had a great amount of choice where I lived, sometimes.
I collect tea pots and he gave me a very nice one. Whenever he gives me something he tells me how cheap it was. He makes me feel so awful at times. Like I'm not worth an expensive gift. Each time he comes up to visit it's the same thing. I like the gift -and I'm not trying to be ungrateful, but I don't want to hear how cheap it was.
My mom keeps saying she wants to help, but then there are all these obsticles. She too is incredibly stingy as well. Drives me nuts. They have given me things in the past and helped purchase one house with a loan which I still owe on. But, they didn't pay that much for college (I went to a city school) except for maybe repaying one small loan that I had. They gave me nothing towards law school. I remember being totally broke the last day of the bar exam. One birthday, they gave me a metal file cabinet as a gift.
Yesterday, Carly and I walked the festival. You have to keep walking her. She won't stop and look at any of the exhibits. She wanted to go into the hardware store (like our general store) but couldn't yesterday. So, we went today. It was one of the few times this weekend when she wasn't yelling at me.
Her yelling is "I want this and now." We were at the new house today and we were trying to wash the windows. I was trying to get the grease off of the stove. She could not manage being there. Same thing at the "old" house as well.
I tried .5 mg of Risperdal today and on Saturday. No effect. She was really no different than yesterday. So, I'm calling the doc tomorrow about trying a little bit more in dose.
I'm almost glad the work week is back.
So, we had an open house to try to sell our house right, smack, during the festival. Four people showed up! That's so awful. Then someone knocked on the door later that afternoon and I showed them around although you're not supposed to do so without the broker, but I wasn't letting anyone get away.
Plus, my parents came to visit. We showed them the new house and my dad says it's the only house I've lived in that he's liked. Why? Because he will have a bedroom to sleep in. (That room will also double as my office.) It's not like I've always had a great amount of choice where I lived, sometimes.
I collect tea pots and he gave me a very nice one. Whenever he gives me something he tells me how cheap it was. He makes me feel so awful at times. Like I'm not worth an expensive gift. Each time he comes up to visit it's the same thing. I like the gift -and I'm not trying to be ungrateful, but I don't want to hear how cheap it was.
My mom keeps saying she wants to help, but then there are all these obsticles. She too is incredibly stingy as well. Drives me nuts. They have given me things in the past and helped purchase one house with a loan which I still owe on. But, they didn't pay that much for college (I went to a city school) except for maybe repaying one small loan that I had. They gave me nothing towards law school. I remember being totally broke the last day of the bar exam. One birthday, they gave me a metal file cabinet as a gift.
Yesterday, Carly and I walked the festival. You have to keep walking her. She won't stop and look at any of the exhibits. She wanted to go into the hardware store (like our general store) but couldn't yesterday. So, we went today. It was one of the few times this weekend when she wasn't yelling at me.
Her yelling is "I want this and now." We were at the new house today and we were trying to wash the windows. I was trying to get the grease off of the stove. She could not manage being there. Same thing at the "old" house as well.
I tried .5 mg of Risperdal today and on Saturday. No effect. She was really no different than yesterday. So, I'm calling the doc tomorrow about trying a little bit more in dose.
I'm almost glad the work week is back.