Just finished my walk/jog

Some days my jog feels great and some days it takes all I've got to do the little old one mile. Today I did it but felt heavy. Still, the way I figure it, as long I do it even if I'm crawling on my hands and knees, at least I'm out there doin' it. Reminds me of the poor guy who just finished the Chicago marathon. This guy does an entire marathon, 26.2 miles, comes in first place, trips and falls at the end. Out of the entire race, what photo does the media run on the front page online? A picture of the poor guy flat on his face across the finish line. Now that's a bummer! That's just wrong.

One of the ladies here told my husband to tell me my hair looked pretty at the volunteers meeting this morning. I had already gone home so I didn't get to talk to her. I have it in a smooth bun that I can't describe. I wanted to wear some make-up but somehow, I ran out of time.

Yesterday I emailed a picture of our nine year old to my pop. He likes to get pictures. He wrote me back and said the hat our son wears s*cks. It's a cute Jughead hat that he wears every day! I don't know how my dad can talk to me like that, but he does. I don't talk like that. I've asked him not to do it around me, and he doesn't stop. It made me heartsick. The more time goes by, the more irrelevant to my life he makes himself. I cannot allow myself to be continually hurt by his barbs, but it's hard. I wish I knew why he does it. When I was young it crushed me. Now I keep a distance and even this distance is sometimes too close. It makes me ill in my mind. It puts me back in a place I don't want to be. Jehovah helps me all the time now and strengthens me. It's good! My husband does too. But I can't tell my husband about this. He will get very angry.

Tonight I'm making my specialty, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, and corn. I make Nebraska fried chicken like my Aunt Gail. It's gonna be gooood!