Maybe it's the PMS talking but then again... you are an ASS!
I am so sick and tired of hearing you whine about your job, and how crappy it is! You had a chance to go to college and you chose otherwise! I know your job is hard, I know you don't like it, but quite frankly after I've had a long day of cooking, cleaning, listening to children whine, cry and occasionally scream, I don't care if you had a long day of driving in the quiet truck!!!!! And don't even think about telling me how bad you need a break!
I need a fucking break! I work non stop! I work sick, injured, and without pay! I make sure you have a decent house to come home to, a nice dinner every night, and that our children are healthy and happy. I don't leave without at least one attachment that seems to scream every time they see something they want. My breakfast lunch and dinner is always cold, soggy, or sometimes absent due to the fact that Renee seems to think I am feeding her something different so she wants my plate. I have forgotten my own name and only answer to the shrill of, "MOM!" The best conversation of the day is when I am asking Angel why she thinks it is okay to tie her Kitty to a bathrobe belt and fling her around the room.
Now on to what you did this weekend! That was just wrong! How fucking dare you!!! I know you wanted to go to that birthday party for the guy at work, but come on now, if we can't get a sitter, why is it okay for you to go and not me?!? It wouldn't have been so bad if you had only stayed the 2 hours like you said you would. 9 hours there is a damn joke! I could have smacked the shit out of you because I was so mad. On top of that you came home reeking of alcohol and smoke, drunk as a sailor. That means you were fucking stupid enough to drive home drunk!!!
Why in the fuck would you risk not only your life, but the lives of everyone else on the road, and our future just so you can drive? That was supreme idiotic behavior at its worst! Don't bitch and moan to me about how bad you need a fucking break asshole! If you keep it up you will get a permanent break, due to death or paralysis. I need a husband, and these girls need a father. You are not invincible! You are not half as good as you think you are; if you were you would be dangerous. Get a fucking clue and grow up! Don't be so stupid!
Love,
Your Pissed Off Wife
So here I sit with my favorite new toy. It's sleek, fast, pink and small. It calls for me from across the house to come and use it. I'm addicted already and like a crack addict I can't put it down.
You may be wondering what kind of toy can have that effect on a person?!? What on Earth could be that great?
My brand spankin new BlackBerry! It's too bad I can't keep this beautiful machine though. Lee says it's too much. That we don't need to be constantly connected, and we can always get email and GPS on another phone, without paying the extra BlackBerry charge every month.
But this is not a phone this is mobile euphoria.It's my lifeline to the outside world. I am in love.But I suppose this love will be short lived.
So for now I sit here on the couch blogging my BlackBerry heart out. Later today we are going to Verizon to pick out some boring phone.... Soon I will be back to the old faithful desktop......
It has been passed on to me! I know.... who would have thought I actually love my husband... Just kidding I do love him! So first let me say thank you to prettygentleone at Life Under A Rock!
Okay so I am actually going to be 'reposting' part of a post from September 25 2008 called Secretly I Love My Husband. The feelings and thoughts are still there.... it has not changed.... I still do secretly love my husband. If I actually told him how much I love him.... he'd probably use it against me... lol. :)
Secretly I Love My Husband
We have our issues, but we love each other.
Reasons I love my husband:
He kisses me before he leaves for work...EVERYDAY!
He eats my cooking...even when I screwed up.
He compliments my features...even if I think they are flaws.
He loves my oldest daughter even though biologically she is not his.
He is always there when I really need him.
He does whatever it takes to make sure that this family has everything we need.
After being together for so long, he still calls me beautiful!
Last but not least...He loves me back!
So there you go.... Why I love my hubby!
Now I will be passing the torch to two other unsuspecting victims and hope they take the bait;
Jes at Confessions of an everyday mom.
&
Rachel at I'm a mom in real life
I got a comment yesterday on Parent Teacher Conference From Hell and it made me want to blog about it. The comment was from an anonymous party *I'm almost positive I know who it was, but they posted it as anonymous and probably don't want to be called out so I won't say anything about Oh... oops I almost gave a hint :P*. Any who... this comment said, "I am so glad I am not married to you!!!!!!!!!!!!" At first I was a little irritated with the comment, then I realized it has given me a good opportunity to tell you all a little about the bright side to my marriage. I often times rant about things and don't show enough praise, so thank you anonymous comment for giving me this wonderful opportunity! This one short little comment had me wondering.... why am I glad I married my husband and why my husband is glad he married me?
I can answer the first part.... even at his worst... he still loves me. He makes sure I have everything I need without question, he kisses me before he goes to work, he tells me he loves me everyday, he stands by me even when I'm wrong, he helps me with my internal demons, and he makes cute babies!
I asked my husband to answer this question for me and here is what he said, "You are a good person, you put up with my shit, you're sweet, and level headed. We are perfect for each other! We balance each other out. Besides, you have a cute ass."
I could have done without the last part, but I'm quoting him so I must put it in there. My husband and I make a good team, sure we fuss and fight, but we also know how to love one another. That's what makes us great!
So there you go Anonymous Commenter..... my husband and I are happy.... so I'm glad I'm not married to you either! :)
Okay so I got this quiz from a fellow blogger buddy... so here it goes...
How Well Do You Know Your Husband?
1. He's sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen?
Usually the news or Burn Notice
2. You're out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad?
Blue Cheese
3. What's one food he doesn't like?
Apparently my pancakes..... grrrr
4. When you go out to eat what does he order to drink?
Tea, Dr. Pepper, Bud Light
5. Where did he go to high school?
Antioch High School
6. What size shoe does he wear?
Size... 11 in dress shoes, 12 in sneakers
7. If he was to collect anything, what would it be?
Tools
8. What is his favorite type of sandwich?
Fried Bologna
9. What would he eat every day if he could?
Cookies and Milk
10. What is his favorite cereal?
Frosted Flakes
11. What would he never wear?
A top hat
12. What is his favorite sports team?
He doesn't watch sports unless it's the Superbowl
13. Who did he vote for?
He refused to register to vote so he didn't get a say
14. Who is his best friend?
He says that I'm his best friend
15. What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn't do?
Make pancakes, nag, bite my nails, smoke... the list goes on and on
16. What is his heritage?
England
17. You bake him a cake for his birthday; what kind of cake?
Red Velvet or Carrot Cake
18. Did he play sports in high school?
He tried wrestling
19. What could he spend hours doing?
Fixing cars, shooting at the gun range... (I may not be redneck but he is)
20.What is one unique talent he has?
Manipulation of speech :)
I am so fed up right now! My life is so entangled in my family, I am losing who I am! I am so sick of conforming to everyone else requests! I decided to start putting my foot down.
No I will not mop the floor...
That was my response to my husband Friday morning. I was making my daughters lunch for school and drinking my coffee. Lee comes up to me and says, "Hey would you clean the floor today?" My response was simply, "No." Then he starts to complain, "I don't ask much of you, and what else do you have planned today?" *Don't ever mess with me in the morning fuck tard, I am not a morning person!* "I planned on doing laundry and cleaning the house, if you want the floor mopped so bad, it will still be here this weekend." He started to get an attitude, "I didn't ask you to mop the floor I asked you to clean the floor. I just want you to get some spots up because I don't want my house looking like shit if someone comes over." I was livid, I wanted so badly to just tear into him. But no; I didn't, instead I said,"Well I have other things planned for today, so if you want the floors cleaned that bad you can do it this weekend."
He didn't say anything else to me, he just left for work. We didn't speak anymore that day until about lunch time when he called and asked me to mapquest directions.
*Something he does quite often.* I get him directions, and we talk a little bit mostly him asking why I hadn't called him today. I just kept telling him that I wasn't mad at him, I just figured from the way he left this morning he didn't want to talk with me, and it was probably for the best.
That evening, my best friend Christina invited Lee and I to a free beer party at Silverados.*Silverados is a nightclub that is.... oh hell it's really a hillbilly party hole in the wall kind of place, if you go to the website you will see a bunch of backwoods rednecks trying to smile with some really fucked up teeth* Well hell yea! Free beer! Of course I want to go! I convince my mother to watch my children, and Lee starts in on his stupid shit. He kept getting an attitude about going, and complained that he was too tired to hang out with friends. *Well I wanted to go, I needed to go, for my children's safety and my sanity!* I had made spaghetti for dinner and put a bowl for Lee in a Ziploc bag so he could eat it later. *He was meeting us at my mothers house, it was closer to Silverados*
I get to my parents house, and start to settle the girls in when Lee comes in. The first thing he said to me, the first fucking thing... was, "Where's my dinner? Is this the shirt you brought me? Where's the jacket? You know it's cold outside why did you bring me this?" I wanted to say, "Look asshole! You are fucking lucky I remembered to bring you a shirt and shoes! I walked out the door with out them twice! I'm fucking sorry I forgot to grab your spaghetti, we can stop at a fast food restaurant if you are that fucking hungry! Have you ever tried to pack two kids for an overnight stay, get someone else clothes together, clean the kitchen, dining room, and dishes, in less than 30 minutes. Cut me some fucking slack! I did by best!" But no, I apologized, and let him look like a total ass in front of my mother :). Then after he finishes his rant, he picked up Renee and gave her love and said, "Hi" to her. I let this go on for a few minutes, before I look at him and say, "Hi, how was your day? Oh me? Mine was great! *with a giant smile on my face* Did you happen to notice Angel is here too? I'm sure she would love a hug and kiss from you!" I kept smiling the whole time, he just cut his eyes at me and gave me a go to hell look. *I know it was getting under his skin, but geeze, I just can't take his childish tantrums anymore; so I figured if he was acting like a child..... he must want to be treated like one*
Finally we leave my parents house. He takes off tires squealing, he didn't say one word to me on the way there. I had a million things running through my mind that I wanted to say, but again I bit my lip.... literally.
Saturday, I woke to him demanding that I wake up and get the kids because he has to leave. I got up after he finished his fit. I told him that if he wanted to leave, then he needs to ask me to watch the kids, because, quite frankly I was tired of being the one responsible for them 100% of the time. Of course he starts in on his smart ass comments, "What you want me to quit my job so I can play with the kids more? Okay fine, you pay the bills." I told him that on weekends when he's home he should take more responsibility for them..... right like he would ever do that. Nope instead he just left-Oh and he took the van with the car seats, so I couldn't leave!
I HATE IT WHEN HE DOES THAT!!!!!!!!!
*Bastard!*
This morning I woke up and he started asking me to make breakfast, but not just any breakfast. He wanted pancakes. He wanted pancakes the way he likes them, not the way everyone else in the house likes them. *When I make pancakes, I put in vanilla, baking powder, sugar, eggs, Bisquick, and lactose free milk. He wanted regular milk, eggs and Bisquick* Too fucking bad! If I am making pancakes I make them for the majority, not the minority. The kids like them the way I make them, I like them, and Angel can't have regular milk. So here's what I did.... *he won't read this post for a couple days, so I will tell you guys now....* I used Lactose free milk, but got out the regular milk and set it on the counter. I used vanilla, baking powder, and sugar and put them away as soon as I was done. I told him I made them how he liked them, he ate them and couldn't tell a difference. When he reads this post he sure will feel like an ass though, mainly because he ate the pancakes and said how much better the tasted. LOL! :D
Can someone please tell me why men are such asses about shit sometimes?!?!?!?
We are going to see my family on thanksgiving! It's official, and my husband is coming too! :) We have a lot going on right now, but most of it is wonderful news. Here it goes *I'll try to keep it all in order of occurrence*
Renee took her first steps *and by steps of course I mean wobbly attempts that landed her on her face*
Angel has not been an angel lately she in fact has been the Anti-Angel. Good grades though!
Lee hit a deer... Angel thinks he killed Rudolph! We have tried to explain to her that it was just a deer and not Rudolph, it has not worked. She wants to know how Santa is going to drive his sleigh without Rudolph to light the way....* I don't know how to explain it to her*
We go to court tomorrow and it will be official, Angel will then legally be Lee's daughter! We are so excited!
I asked Angel if wanted Lee to be her Daddy then she looked at me and said... "Yeah because I want two Dads."
I look at her as if she has just lost her mind and tell her that it does not work that way; that she can't have two dads.
She glares at me and says, "YES I CAN!"
"How, Angel, How can you have 2 dads?"
This is when she looks at me dead in the eye and says, "God our Father!"
*I was thrown for a loop, she was right and I knew it*
I apologized to her and told her she was right.
Then she explains to me that God is every body's father and Mother Nature is every body's mother so that everyone can have a mom and dad.
I think it was the smartest thing I have ever heard come out of a child.
Before I forget; My husband ran into that homewreckers step mother over the weekend. The step mother asks my husband if he and Nikki had an affair. My husband admitted the affair to her. (Step one honesty). Then she asks him if he wondered who Nikki's son belongs to. My husband tells her that he has wondered because the time frame was so close but he hasn't had the nerve to ask her. (Damn it we are stuck on step one). My husband came home and told me about his "run in" and the conversation. Maybe we can get to step two!
Well my husband has been working so much this week that I don't think I've seen him more than just a couple hours. We did have some time to talk earlier this week though. He told me to call a lawyer because he wants to adopt my oldest daughter! I couldn't believe it! I am soooo excited that he wants to do this. (My oldest was a little over a year old when my husband and I met. Her natural father ran out on us when she was 9 mo. old. and my husband has helped raise her). Our appointment is next week to start the paperwork. Wish us luck!
I must also brag on my husband for something he did. He has seemed to come to his senses and made it to step two! He posted a bulletin on myspace to the ex home wrecker. Here's what it said:
My husband came home late last night smelling of alcohol. I asked him where he got the drink from and he said that a friend at work gave it to him. Bull SHIT! Lets go back to earlier that day during a phone conversation.
"Hey hun guess who I just seen?" he says
" I don't know who?"
"Nikki"
"You mean that bitch you fucked around with a couple of years ago?"
He then says, " Yea, she was waving at me in a parking lot"
"Did you wave back?" I ask.
"I just threw my hand up and kept driving"
Now we all know that it really didn't go like that. He fucked this homewrecker for 6 months before getting busted. Then she gets pregnant and isn't sure if the baby belongs to my man or hers. Nice huh!?!!?
Then he comes home with alcohol on his breath, yea I know where he was.
This set of events triggered me to take a look into his phone.
Then I see this text to my brother-in-law
"If she asks I had a beer over there last night"
He was referring to the prior evening when he said that his truck broke down at his sisters house.
I marched my happy ass into the bathroom where he was showering and asked him where he had a drink at last night.
He continues his lie.
Then I ask about the text.
He looks at me with this fucking grin that just makes me want to rip out his teeth.
Then he changes his story and says that he bought one at a gas station on the way over to his sisters and drank it while he worked on his truck.
I told him I didn't want to hear anymore bullshit lies and I wasn't going to deal with him tonight.
I grabbed my pillow and a blanket and lay on the couch.
After he was done with his shower he comes to the couch and changes his story again.
This time he tells me that he got it from his sister's and drank it over there.
I slept on the couch because it was better than sleeping with a moron.
I woke this morning with a sore back, but at least my mind felt more refreshed.
Grrr Men.....Piss on them all!
