I have not done this before... How many people start their first blog this way?  So boring. Oh well, that kind of sums me up though. At least how I usually feel about myself - so boring. I talk with other people and they are intersting, they have interesting lives. Not me.

I read my email in the morning after getting ready for work, or on Saturdays, after making coffee for me, tea for my husband Paul - DH. I used to wonder what that meant. The first time I saw it, I went "HUH?" What on earth does DH mean? Dear Husband. Oh yeah. And he is. Paul is wonderful. He is thoughtful and kind and interesting. He has been many places in his life - traveled more than I have but less than I would like to. He's good to me. I want the best for him. This past year, he has had a crummy job. But he makes the best of it. He's good like that. Today, he is looking into adding a part-time job. Taking pictures, putting them on the internet for a guy. Mostly cars and car parts - right up his alley. I am hoping he likes it. Not for the money as much as for something he enjoys. I am thinking it could be fun for him as these are the types of things he likes to do. Take pictures, research cars and parts, talking with people. He's very good at it and has an amazing memory for details.

I check out Facebook to see what my "friends" are doing. Everyone is having fun all the time. At least this is how it looks. Kind of depressing because I don't. Have fun all the time, that is. But I don't post all that we do either. Islands on Thursdays for burgers. Just dinner really, but we get out and mingle, talk with others at the bar - yes, we sit at the bar for dinner. More fun, better service. We like to meet new people, talk about stuff. The bartender is nice. We guess her name to be Tina or Tiera, but it's Carrie. Friday, nothing planned. But we both want to get out, or know that we need to get out. I tell Paul I don't care if we stay home, but I know that if we stay home and continue to not go out and continue to stay home, I will get really depressed. So I tell him this and we decide to go do something. I've been wanting to go to Bootleggers Brewery for their Friday tasting for ages - they've only been open four years and I think I've been receiving their emails since they started. Can't recall how I got on their list though; I know I requested to be, that's all I remember about it. So we go there. Paul sees an old coworker from ADP and we meet new friends. Beer is good, fun to try new and different, and conversation flows. That is over by 9:00, so we go to Versai Wine Bar to listen to Breanna Fondacaro and Dave Koval - The Copy Cats. Paul gets into a conversation with a 24-year-old, first about music and then about cars. The 'kid' (Daniel - nice name) purchased a '69 Mustang seven months ago and is getting advice on how to fix things. Paul's knowledge and memory for it all is amazing to me. I don't have that kind of knowledge about anything really. I know things though.

I read about things that interest me and I learn things in my jobs. I know about nutrition and fitness, but don't feel confident because I don't have the formal education to back it up - just reading a lot. I know a little about psychology - I work with/for psychologists. I know a little about maintenance of buildings - I work with a maintenance crew. I often feel my knowledge is useless as it is not complete. My daughter doesn't think it is useless though - she calls and asks for my advice. I like that. It makes me feel useful.