Annoying things...

1.  I had a horrible headache today.  I didn't wake up until about noon, and then had two pieces of cornbread.  Around 4:30-ish, I started to get a headache (stupid me - took nothing to fix my "little" headache) I ate a sandwich around 5, thinking that it was that I hadn't really eaten much that day and low blood sugar was causing the headache.  Headache continues to get worse.  Around 6 or 7 I finally take some ibuprofen.  Headache increases in ache-iness.  (usually I get caffeine withdrawal headaches, which are more pin-pointed, whereas this was a I-can't-find-a-spot-that-doesn't-hurt headache)  I lay on the floor and get hubby to bring me my medicine basket.  I dig out the head-on because Yale suggested that when I talked to him earlier and I figure it couldn't hurt anything any worse. Later, my mom calls. I whine about my head.  She thinks the "bug" I've had since Tuesday has possible turned into a sinus infection. I counter that this is NOT a sinus headache, and that I think that its because I didn't eat.  She says that either could be the problem, and that I should take some biaxin, because I've been sick awhile and that I should take something and eat some toast and honey and call her back.  I take the antibiotics, take some tylenol, since I've already had ibuprofen and eat the toast, while researching head-on (I'm a skeptic, but Yale is convinced that it works).  I find no evidence that it helps at all (although the menthol effect does make your head feel nice and cool - but I could get that from vicks or bengay) but its not harmful either, so whatever.  Mom calls back, I complain about how long I've had the headache, she says that even if it was a low blood sugar headache, its not going to disappear as soon as I eat (which makes sense, but I guess I'm used to the speedier absorption of caffeince into my system), and she tells me to take a hot shower and she'll call me back.  I opt for a bath instead, which she thinks I shouldn't do in case I pass out.  I explain that I do not feel sick in that way and that I always have a warning dizziness before I pass out (I'm just normally to stupid and feeling to bad to lay down when this happens - thankfully all the falling I've done is from a sitting position) and if I get dizzy in the tub I will immediatley get out - I'm not stupid enough to risk drowning.  She calls back right as I'm getting out and tells me to go to bed and I will feel better. (haha, go to bed, yeah right, its only 9:30).  My head is starting to feel better (more of a dull throb/ache instead of omg-my-heads-gonna-explode!) and then I realize that I never got the rest of the laundry from the laundry room so I go do that.  See #2 for what I did after that.  My head is now feeling better, at least.  :)

2.  I love my husband. Really, I do.  But sometimes he irritates me to no end.  I was going to make us a late dinner of lemon-pepper chicken, but since I had a headache for a good part of the day (and we had sandwiches around 5-6) I never got around to it.  So, after I get the laundry, he asks me to go to Taco Bell for him.  I do, just because its really to late to cook and I don't feel like bitching at him at the moment.  But the difference in our eating habits is annoying at times because they are SO different.  He loves fast food; I hate it.  I love leftovers; he will barely touch them.  We both love medium-rare steak, but I like mine with a smidge of salt and pepper only; whereas he wants his seasoned to death.  I could eat the same thing everyday and be happy, but I still like to try new things.  He is not fond of trying new things, but is not happy about eating a sandwich everyday for lunch.  I like vinegar, garlic, onion, and various random spices on different things(in moderation, generally).  He likes salt, pepper, Tony Chachere's, more salt, more pepper, more Tony's (smothering his food with it).  I grew up with totally homemade food (bread, bicuits, pancakes, pizza, desserts, etc, all from scratch).  He grew up with what I like to call faux-homemade (biscuits out of cans, hamburger helper, Bisquick, etc).  Plus just his eating habits (not what he eats but how he eats it) are annoying.  For one thing he doesn't eat breakfast (the most important meal of the day, ya know!) And he snacks endlessly between meals, which means that when I do make something for dinner, he doesn't eat it all because he been munching on fruit cups and granola bars (his preferred snacks used to be lays and little debbies, but I have at least made him eat semi-healthier snacks).  And if I make casserole for dinner, I will eat it the next day for lunch and dinner until it is gone.  But instead of making that his lunch, he will eat a hotpocket, which I basically buy so if there is nothing in the house and there's  not even bread and peanut butter, he can open up the freezer and eat one, but thats not how he sees it.  

And I realize that I do all the grocery shopping and therefore can get rid of all snack foods and unhealthy things, but then I have the griping and whining to deal with.  And actually eating a fruit cup or granola bar between lunch and dinner is not that big of a deal, but he doesn't eat just one.  Nooo....  He eats probably at least one fruit cup and granola bar per day, and usually its more like 1-2 fruit cups plus 2-4 granola bars.  I just don't know how he can be that hungry - he doesn't expend any energy!!!  And he's still skinnier than me!!!!!!

Oh well, he should be getting a job any day now.  Monday this company is going to install ZoomText on one of their computers so he can do a data-entry test and hopefully get a job there.  Then he will have to take his lunch and will not be able to snack all day.  

Ok.  End of Rant.