Beckeroo's Journal

Hi everyone.....

   Looks like the only time I get here is on holidays, etc.....anyway, it's my 60th birthday (goin' back to the sixties.....far out!), and I could use a little cheer up....not because it's my sixtieth birthday, although this is the first birthday I have not looked forward to, but because my husband made me cry before 8:30 a.m.  Cripes, I mean, jeez.  I had been on the phone with a friend, and we were talking about the Steelers game (GO STEELERS>>>ON TO THE SUPER BOWL!), and I was telling her that everytime my hubby came into the room, the game started to go badly for us....(he really doesn't like football and doesn't watch it with me).  That reminded me of when we were in high school and he had been given the nickname Egbert for some dumb reason, and he didn't like it, but tolerated it for years from his friends, etc.  And he was known for having bad luck, so they would say "It's just the luck of the Egbert" when things went wrong.  So I was telling her about this nickname and what they would say and that last night during the game the "luck of the Egbert" came out if he was around.  We laughed and went on to other things.  He went down to the family room after hearing this conversation.  Half hour later and he comes up and yells at me quite emphatically, saying, "Why did you do that? You know I hate that!!!!  And then you go around telling people!"  And on he went.  If he would have came up and calmly said it, I could have dealt with it better, but I was so hurt because he could care less about making me feel bad on my birthday (I know, childish at this age), but had himself all worked up over a stupid high school nickname, which I do NOT go around telling everyone, nor do I call him that ever.  I mean, he really screamed at me.  So I told him I was very sorry, that I didn't realize it was such a problem for him and I would never do it again.  So he stomped out and I sat and cried.  Now, crying's not a bad thing, except that with me it stuffs up my already screwed up sinuses and I pay all day for it.  He came in again and I told him I had no idea I had hurt him and I apologized again.  He just said, "All right".   Oh, I should mention that it took him an hour this morning before he mumbled "happy birthday", and there certainly is no card or gift or anything (at least not yet).  We are supposed to go out to dinner.....I don't even feel like it now.  Okay, enough.  Do I win the prize for the least important, most childish, "there are more important things in life" posting, or what?????

Beckeroo