I really wanted breakfast for lunch today. I had my heart set on it. But when it came time to decide on an eating destination, I was out-voted. They wanted pizza.
Pizza didn't sound good to me at all. My stomach felt funny and I wanted warming comfort food, not acid and grease. But I grudgingly went along with the majority.
When we arrived at the pizza restaurant, the line was so long that people were standing outside the door. It looked like multiple large groups. Apparently it was "everybody eat pizza for lunch" day. There was no way we could get in and out within our allotted lunch hour. So we bailed.
And went to breakfast.
Isn't it funny how things sometimes work out just the way you want?
I had french toast with a side of bacon, and it was delicious. My tummy was happy. :)
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Census, You Suck
Last week the 2010 census form arrived in the mail. I excitedly opened it, looked over the questions, then read the instructions. Then I cried.
The instructions said that I can't count my husband as residing with me because he's overseas with the military and will be counted separately.
Seems like a silly thing to cry over, but the reason why it upset me is because of all the genealogy research I've done over the years. Old census records are some of the best information available about one's ancestors. When I read the instructions I thought, when my great-great-great grandchildren are researching their ancestry, they're going to see a 2010 census record that shows me living alone without my husband. And they may or may not be able to find out why. There's something sad about that.
But genealogy aside, I'm also feeling a bit stubborn. My husband's permanent residence is here. His mail gets delivered here. And in another month, he's coming home. Why can't the census deadline be one month later?
Sigh... I suppose in the grand scheme of things, it really doesn't matter. It's just a form. But it's still hard for me to seal it in an envelope without his name on it. : \
Oh well. At least the title of this blog entry makes me feel a little better. *snicker*
The instructions said that I can't count my husband as residing with me because he's overseas with the military and will be counted separately.
Seems like a silly thing to cry over, but the reason why it upset me is because of all the genealogy research I've done over the years. Old census records are some of the best information available about one's ancestors. When I read the instructions I thought, when my great-great-great grandchildren are researching their ancestry, they're going to see a 2010 census record that shows me living alone without my husband. And they may or may not be able to find out why. There's something sad about that.
But genealogy aside, I'm also feeling a bit stubborn. My husband's permanent residence is here. His mail gets delivered here. And in another month, he's coming home. Why can't the census deadline be one month later?
Sigh... I suppose in the grand scheme of things, it really doesn't matter. It's just a form. But it's still hard for me to seal it in an envelope without his name on it. : \
Oh well. At least the title of this blog entry makes me feel a little better. *snicker*
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