I just went back outside, hoping the wind would've finally quit. Nope. It's been windy for a few days, and I'm honestly quite stick of it.
DH called me earlier and informed me that for our third anniversary he might be TDY again. It's in about three months, but still. Last year he was stuck at Keesler AFB while I was here... and I spend our anniversary at a strip club with two friends. No, not a male club. A female club. They always say a little t and a makes you smile, and even though I'm straight I find it to actually work. Yet, instead of focusing on the obvious (which the males tend to enjoy) I find myself fixated upon the footwear and lack of proper pedicures the girls have.
Last year I got a pair of stripper shoes, a state of drunkenness I hadn't had in a while, and a vibrator to pass the four months DH would be away.
Gotta love those guys. They're like my brothers only without the "ick" factor that one would get in receiving such gifts from actual brothers.
DH and I had a mini-argument (which was more like a discussion actually via cellphones) about how he feels that he shouldn't have to give up things to be married. Not like other girls or something, but like buying himself this or risking his life by jumping out of a plane. I get the trump card- I married a military man. I have to re-locate, adapt to his ever-changing work schedules, cannot go back to college because of the lack of permanent residency, cannot have a job that is a career (no one really hires you knowing you'll more than likely leave in a year or so unless it's retail or something else low paying), blah blah blah. He just doesn't get it though. Truly pisses me off.
I'm NOT Super Woman. I CANNOT do it all. There isn't enough hours in the day simply put. There isn't any way I can make good money, take care of monster animals with super separation anxiety, go back to school, take care of the home like Martha Stewart would, be a good wife, and sleep. Let alone have time for me...
No wonder I'm in dire need of a week of doing nothing.
I'd actually be quite content with the wind to stop. Mother Nature... come on please.
Showing posts with label Going Bananas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Going Bananas. Show all posts
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Monday, October 16, 2006
Weekend Rant Summary
It's been a few days...
Friday I went into Boston and saw Blue Man Group for the second time, with DH and Brother.
On the way there, we got stuck in traffic. It took us 3 hours to go 1 exit. Read the synopsis here. Good thing we left early because we barely made it there on time. Isn't it odd how whenever you're stuck in traffic that's when your bladder needs to expel itself ASAP?
Brother never saw the show before- and had a blast.
DH hadn't seen them either- but have you seen that episode of "King of Queens" when Doug gorges himself on egg rolls or something and then has to go to the theater with Carrie and his gas is terrible? Welcome to my life. The entire show was 'fragranced' by yes, MY DH.
Meanwhile, the past few nights I've been grinding my teeth like it's going out of style. I'm starting to think I've got Mad Cow Disease... not the typical sense by the way. More like, I'm mad as in neurotic... cow as in female since I'm not a "heifer"... and disease as in syndrome. Anyways, DH and I went on a hunt for an over-the-counter mouth guard last night for me. Went to three different stores- need a medium size but they only had large in stock. I ended up with a sports mouth guard. It's not even a clear one... so when I wake up in the morning and smile at DH- it's this big black bar in between my lips. Talk about sexy. Purrrrrrrrr.
This past weekend I also had to go to the grocery store... which I typically refuse to do unless it's after 7pm on a Tuesday or Wednesday. Why? Because of a few reasons:
1. People are normally at home and not out buying food. Empty Store = Happy Maddy.
2. It's a reason to hit up the Starbucks inside of Stop & Shop.
3. Old people are sleeping.
4. The little kids are sleeping too.
Yet, I needed to get a few things for cooking with my Momma. So I had to go. Not to my S&S but to Market Basket. The haven for the uber cheap and older people. Not only is their produce all basically wrapped in Saran wrap, but their selection sucks and the store is cramped.
This would be fine except for my lack of patience in these two areas:
1. SCREAMING INFANTS (1.5 years and under only): I don't understand why both parents who are with a single child who is screaming for some reason don't separate and tend to their kid while the other continues on. Why ignore your infant's screams? (Does not apply to older kids. I know why they scream.) Granted, I don't have any children of my own yet- but I have taken care of others' children including my niece many, many times.
2. RUDE ELDERLY WOMEN: I don't understand why just because we're both female, and you've got 50+ years on me that you think that you can cut me in line, push me out of the way, invade my personal space because you simply refuse to wait the whole 30 seconds for me to finish picking out my green beans. I don't get why you won't look me in the face, walk around with a scowl, and treat your poor husband pushing this super over-loaded cart like crap. Why you spend over $150 a week on food for just you/you and your husband- so the employees think you have a lively social life... I've listened to their conversations with the teen aged cashiers mmkay? (My father's mother is also guilty. It's just her and she spends over $150 a week throwing most of it out so the employees think she's doing okay.)
:::sigh:::
I've also started my Pilates regime all over again. For those who seriously have done it or do it- they know it hurts if done correctly. My poor "core"... my abs are so sore it hurt to tie my shoes the other day. This is what I get for going on a three week hiatus...
Enough of the rant. I'm hitting 'post' now.
Friday I went into Boston and saw Blue Man Group for the second time, with DH and Brother.
On the way there, we got stuck in traffic. It took us 3 hours to go 1 exit. Read the synopsis here. Good thing we left early because we barely made it there on time. Isn't it odd how whenever you're stuck in traffic that's when your bladder needs to expel itself ASAP?
Brother never saw the show before- and had a blast.
DH hadn't seen them either- but have you seen that episode of "King of Queens" when Doug gorges himself on egg rolls or something and then has to go to the theater with Carrie and his gas is terrible? Welcome to my life. The entire show was 'fragranced' by yes, MY DH.
Meanwhile, the past few nights I've been grinding my teeth like it's going out of style. I'm starting to think I've got Mad Cow Disease... not the typical sense by the way. More like, I'm mad as in neurotic... cow as in female since I'm not a "heifer"... and disease as in syndrome. Anyways, DH and I went on a hunt for an over-the-counter mouth guard last night for me. Went to three different stores- need a medium size but they only had large in stock. I ended up with a sports mouth guard. It's not even a clear one... so when I wake up in the morning and smile at DH- it's this big black bar in between my lips. Talk about sexy. Purrrrrrrrr.
This past weekend I also had to go to the grocery store... which I typically refuse to do unless it's after 7pm on a Tuesday or Wednesday. Why? Because of a few reasons:
1. People are normally at home and not out buying food. Empty Store = Happy Maddy.
2. It's a reason to hit up the Starbucks inside of Stop & Shop.
3. Old people are sleeping.
4. The little kids are sleeping too.
Yet, I needed to get a few things for cooking with my Momma. So I had to go. Not to my S&S but to Market Basket. The haven for the uber cheap and older people. Not only is their produce all basically wrapped in Saran wrap, but their selection sucks and the store is cramped.
This would be fine except for my lack of patience in these two areas:
1. SCREAMING INFANTS (1.5 years and under only): I don't understand why both parents who are with a single child who is screaming for some reason don't separate and tend to their kid while the other continues on. Why ignore your infant's screams? (Does not apply to older kids. I know why they scream.) Granted, I don't have any children of my own yet- but I have taken care of others' children including my niece many, many times.
2. RUDE ELDERLY WOMEN: I don't understand why just because we're both female, and you've got 50+ years on me that you think that you can cut me in line, push me out of the way, invade my personal space because you simply refuse to wait the whole 30 seconds for me to finish picking out my green beans. I don't get why you won't look me in the face, walk around with a scowl, and treat your poor husband pushing this super over-loaded cart like crap. Why you spend over $150 a week on food for just you/you and your husband- so the employees think you have a lively social life... I've listened to their conversations with the teen aged cashiers mmkay? (My father's mother is also guilty. It's just her and she spends over $150 a week throwing most of it out so the employees think she's doing okay.)
:::sigh:::
I've also started my Pilates regime all over again. For those who seriously have done it or do it- they know it hurts if done correctly. My poor "core"... my abs are so sore it hurt to tie my shoes the other day. This is what I get for going on a three week hiatus...
Enough of the rant. I'm hitting 'post' now.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Future Myspace Whore?
I'm sitting here, after finally logging off myspace, and wondering what happened to me.
I'm the well-mannered Southerner who always writes letters, sends cards, and prefers human-to-human contact in conversation.
Yet, I've turned into the texting, emailing, comment-leaving, anti-talking to another person face-to-face or even over the telephone creature from the depths of cyberspace.
When someone stops by, you feel obligated to chat with them even when you don't honestly want to. However, you can answer your phone or not, read that email or not, and open that myspace message or not- all depending on if you want to deal with them.
I really have traded some friendships for this machine. I've got some pretty stationary shopping to do- at a store and not online this time- and a busy day of returning phone calls tomorrow.
Today it was yardwork. Raking leaves and pine needles that have only started to fall. Cleaning seems to never stop- inside and out of my house.
On top of this I might be pregnant. Now it's too soon to tell, but I've just got this feeling...
I wonder if I should keep up with my pilates? Couldn't hurt anything but my muscles!
I'm the well-mannered Southerner who always writes letters, sends cards, and prefers human-to-human contact in conversation.
Yet, I've turned into the texting, emailing, comment-leaving, anti-talking to another person face-to-face or even over the telephone creature from the depths of cyberspace.
When someone stops by, you feel obligated to chat with them even when you don't honestly want to. However, you can answer your phone or not, read that email or not, and open that myspace message or not- all depending on if you want to deal with them.
I really have traded some friendships for this machine. I've got some pretty stationary shopping to do- at a store and not online this time- and a busy day of returning phone calls tomorrow.
Today it was yardwork. Raking leaves and pine needles that have only started to fall. Cleaning seems to never stop- inside and out of my house.
On top of this I might be pregnant. Now it's too soon to tell, but I've just got this feeling...
I wonder if I should keep up with my pilates? Couldn't hurt anything but my muscles!
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