I'm not as young as I used to be... I found this out the hard way yesterday.
It started at four a.m.; Renee woke up screaming, I get out of bed, and can't straighten my back. I was in so much pain my lower back felt like someone was ripping my muscles off my bone. I finally make it in to her room and pick her up. *She must have had a bad dream because all she needed was some comforting* A couple hours later at 6 a.m. the alarm goes off and I get out of bed... still sore. Luckily Lee was off work so all I had to do was get Angel ready for school.
While Angel was brushing her teeth I went out to the garage to start my van. Out of the corner of my eye I seen something like a dark shadow scurry across the garage. I turn my head just in time to see a.... MOUSE!!! Ew! Ew! Ew! I can't stand mice! It was just a little field mouse, but still... ew! I start my van and go inside to tell Lee about the mouse. His response seemed like he was more interested in watching paint dry then doing something about our little rodent problem. *of course he was still half asleep*
I finally get everything taken care of and Angel and I start to walk out the side door to the garage. There were 3 small steps; I took the first step with my left foot and felt a sharp pain run up my leg (that's my bad leg, so that's pretty typical). I tried to compensate with my right, but when you are going down stairs; it's hard to do. I ended up falling and landing on my 'good' ankle. I start screaming in pain and Angel runs into my room saying, "Daddy! Come quick Mommy got hurt!" Lee runs to the stairs and tries to pick me up. *Just FYI, When I'm in pain, I can't stand being touched, I get irritable and snappy with everyone* I look at Lee and sternly say, "I'm FINE!" with tears in my eyes. He says to me, "No you're not, you need to ice that, give me the keys I'll take Angel to school." I of course have to be hard headed and get up and tell him no, and I'll take her. I start to walk and there goes the pain in both legs. Lee asks, "You sure?" "I'M FINE!!" as I leave.
I should have let him take her... just something about the way I am. I try to continue my daily routine no matter what happens. Even when I was in a wheel chair I did everything on my own I could, I guess I'm just that damn determined.
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?!?!?!?
Yup I totally screwed up an interview! It's okay though, once I found out the job was commission only, I wasn't really interested.
I was sitting in this high rise office talking with a quite handsome but intimidating man in a suit. I was dressed in a suit myself, but felt quite naked without a desk in front of me. We begin speaking and discussing the business. It was a marketing company that did, "presentations". I was unable to find a lot of information out about this company on the Internet so I was hoping for the best and ended up somewhere else.
He asked me how I would market a service for small business owners. I of course mentioned television, radio and bill boards. He then asked me if I would use door to door sales. I said no, so he asked why. *Now I wish I would have just shut my mouth* I told him I didn't think that would be the most effective form. Then he asked me why.... and I had to open my big fat mouth. I told him that most people I know would find that irritating. *Boy was my face red* He quickly informs me that this business basically does door to door sales for businesses. * I swear I just wanted to jump out that plate glass window* I was mortified. I turned the interview around though by apologizing and telling him that, "I stand corrected." On the up side he did ask me to come back for a meet and greet with the VP and the team I would be working with. I will not be going back though.
Remember a couple posts back I said I would tell you about how I found out chocolate catches on fire?
Okay... so I'm probably the last one on earth to figure this out *blushing*. I guess I need to be fair and post embarrassing things about the stupid mistakes I've made if I'm going to be posting about everyone else I know.
In my defense, I have been learning to cook since my oldest was born and I've not had anyone teaching me, so most of my learning has been through moments like these.
I decided to make some Hershey's Pie for both sides of the family for Christmas dinner. The instructions said to use the double boiler method, but I don't have a double boiler and didn't think about using two different sized pots at that time. So I figured I could just as easily melt chocolate in the microwave.
I get a glass bowl... break up a large Hershey bar in it and stick it in the microwave. I set the timer for one minute. After one minute was up I opened the microwave door and the chocolate didn't look melted so I put it in for another minute. Same thing so I tried 30 seconds this time.
Now the chocolate has been in the microwave cooking for a total of 2 minutes and 30 seconds. I open the microwave door and smoke starts pouring out. The smell was horrid and the chocolate still didn't look melted.
I left the microwave door open turned on some fans and opened the kitchen window. Uhhh did I mention that smell was horrid?!?
Once the smoke cleared I grabbed a towel and pulled the bowl out of the microwave I turned the hot water on in the sink and grabbed a spoon.
I set the bowl down in the sink and slice the chocolate with the spoon. The chocolate was black as night in the middle and looked like tiny black crystals clumped together. I spooned some up and stuck it under the hot water *don't ask me why I did this, I still don't know* The clumped black crystals started sizzling and smoking so I did what any normal person would have done (with raised eyebrows). I put hot water in the bowl full of burnt chocolate.
More smoke and sizzling! Who would have guessed it?!
I call Lee and ask him to pick up more chocolate from the store because I screwed up and tried to burn the kitchen down. He of course laughs at me and says that he will get more. Then he tells me to put down the chocolate and step away until he gets home.
Lee gets home with more chocolate and tells me that you can melt chocolate in the microwave you just have to know how to do it. "Okay so show me how.", I say thinking he has done it before.
Then Lee takes one chocolate bar breaks it up into a bowl and sticks it in the microwave for one minute. ;D We can all see this one coming....
After the one minute is up I tell him, "Trust me the chocolate is melted, even if it doesn't look like it." So what does he do? He puts it in for another minute. I was giggling like a little school girl when he did this because I warned him.
So that minute was up and he pulls out the chocolate. "See" he tells me, "the chocolate looks shiny now and that means it melting."
"Okay, just do me a favor and put the bowl in the sink when you go to mix it up." I was shaking my head the whole time.
Thankfully he did what I asked.
Of course he cut into the chocolate with the spoon and seen those tiny black crystals. So he did exactly what I had done; runs water over all of it and creates more smoke.
While he was trying to clear the room I asked, "So how do you do the double boiler method again?"
In the end the pies turned out wonderful and my husband and I learned how not to melt chocolate.
