Bob Owen

Tuesday, October 14, 2003


My husband plays bandy. It's like a cross between Hockey and Soccer. The rink is bigger, they play on skates, but they use a small orange ball, and the sticks are smaller. He started playing last year with his brother and some friends.

Yesterday, an e-mail arrived asking the men if they knew any women who might be interested in playing bandy on a womens team they were forming. I saw the e-mail before he did. All evening long I waited for him to ask if I wanted to play bandy. Did he? No. Finally, I tell him that I want to play. He about fell over. Then he laughed. He didn't think I was serious, it took me about an hour to convince him that I should/could/would try to do this. It reminded me of this other time that I tried to convince some other family members that I wanted to play soccer. They scoffed at the idea.

I now have to see if can skate on hockey skates.


Monday, October 13, 2003


I went to the dentist today for a cleaning. It's been just over 4 weeks since the incident where the softball took out one of my front teeth. My mouth is still a mess. The cleaning was so painful, I wish I had taken some pain medication before the appointment. I dislike the dentist anyway, and today was a vivid reminder as to why I dread going to see them every 6 months. I guess in that regard I fit into the Owen family well, as my husband and his mother also have a special dislike for the dentist.

It has been a blah day otherwise. I feel a little blue, as you can probably tell by the previous post, and I really want to crawl back into bed until morning. Unfortunately, I have to work tonight at 7:30.

I watched an intriguing movie last night. The Life of David Gale. It was an interesting movie that really made me think. I get all of my movies from www.netflix.com. I love their service. Check it out.


We have an awesome neighborhood. Last night, we had 8 kids playing and running through the leaves in our back yard. No TV, no video games, just outdoor fun.

With that said, I feel lonely.

Right now, in order to get my mothers attention, I think Iwould have to say that someone was hospitalized, or the house was on fire. She is preparing for my sisters wedding on November 1st. All of the conversations revolve around seating arrangements, wedding cake, and the design of the place cards. I feel invisible. My sister, thankfully, still has time for others. I had an awesome time at her house on Friday watching the Gophers lose, but often times its hard for us to get together too, she always has friends that are available to do stuff with her.

I really have very few friends. Don't pity me, it's my own fault. At one time I was really bad at maintaining friendships. I so envy the relationship that my sisters in law have. Yes, they are sisters, but it's also like they are best friends. They have lunches, weekends at the cabin, just hanging out. I don't have anyone to do that with. When they get together, or my sister and my mom, I feel like the red headed step child. Maybe I am. I know there was a time that I wasn't a great sister, sister in law, daughter, or daughter in law, and for that I'm sorry. I'm not good at relationships I guess.

It's time to get some house work done.


Thursday, October 09, 2003


Toilet etiquette.

Yesterday I went into a public restroom at a nicer department store. I walked into the stall and there was toilet paper neatly placed all over the seat. It seems that there are a small population of women who believe that they will catch diseases from toilet seats. I don't know what the llikelihood of catching a disease is, but what I do know is, you ought to be beaten if you can't at least dispose of the toilet paper that protected your oh-so delicate behind. Ugh.


Wednesday, October 01, 2003


Happy Birthday Hank. My father in law turned, um, 40 today, yah, thats it, 40. Rather than praising all the wonderful things he does, like Cathy in the Wright would do, I thought I would just go for sucking up. It suits me. Speaking of sucking up, your freshly baked, home made (crust and all) apple pie is in my oven as I type. Enjoy!

I love apple season. It is only 2nd to rhubarb season, which by far is my favorite season, because I love to bake with rhubarb. I could go on like Bubba from the movie Forest Gump....you can make rhubarb sauce, rhubarb pie, rhubarb cake, rhubarb crisp and rhubarb torte.....you get the picture. The house smells wonderful from the pies baking which makes the task all the more enjoyable.


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