December 2006 Archives| Monday, December 25, 2006 |
Good Morning all and happy hollies! :D
Was your haul as good as mine? I think probably not :P Maybe not so much for quantity but for sure in terms of quality.
My wonderful, adorable (see previous post), lovely husband hit the jackpot this year, with the giving thing that is.
Gary (and I know I'm gonna embarrass him by saying this, sorry honey) is notorious for not trusting his own judgement where gift giving is concerned. If he doesn't have a road map to all your holiday wishes, he's convinced he won't be able to get what you want. The first or second Valentine's Day that we were together he bought me The Wedding Singer and Jerry Maguire. Perfect gifts for where we were in our relationship and it spoke volumes about the fact that he knew me well enough to know that I love movies and knew me well enough to know which movies I would love. And he did it with no coaching from me before hand. I came home and found a dozen dasies in a vase on the table and a bag in front of it with my prize possessions inside.
That was the last time that he has bought me anything without me first telling him what I wanted. This year I came up with the idea of skipping Christmas for each other and focusing on the people we needed to buy for. This was not a popular idea and was quickly nixed. And ever since, he's been repeating his holiday mantra of "I don't know what to get you. You have to tell me what you want." Well not this year bub. Oh no. This year, he would have to find his own way through the maze of Christmas Gift Giving and trust himself enough to be able to figure out what I would like.
Well ladies and gents, he did it. In spades. In the spirit of my new found addiction to World Of Warcraft, his Husband Armor took a +300 enchant while his 'I Will Get Laid This Christmas!' spell is more than likely to be uninterupted while casting. At longer ranges.
He got me a movie. That was an easy one. I'm a movie freak. But which movie to get? Faced with the plethora of choices available at Best Buy (can you say mental breakdown?) he zero'd in on the perfect title. The Lake House. I could go on and on about this movie. It's the best movie that I have seen in the longest time. One of those movies with the sappy happy ending that you really don't mind crying over and that you're secretly (or not so secretly as you yell at the tv in between sobs and kleenex grabs) hoping for. I started to tear up. Seriously.
And...diamond earrings. BooYa! Beeches!!
Oh and he got a PSP :P. I spent literally all day yesterday playing WOW and needless to say he was a bit pissy when he went to bed last night. I tucked him in (I know, awww) and then came back to the game and said to my guild, "My hubby's a lil pissy because I've been playing all day. I promised I wouldn't play tomorrow but I got him a psp for Christmas so I think it'll be ok."
Yah...it is lol
So, I bid you a fond farewell and a joyous day as I head off to WOWland while the psp sings and blips and whirrrs behind me.
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| Thursday, December 21, 2006 |
Spousal Humiliation Rules!
So I'm about to thoroughly and unabashedly embarrass my husband but this picture is friggin excellent!!
I married well :P
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| Saturday, December 16, 2006 |
I am about to be VERY venty...there are a bunch of you that have known me for the better part of a decade so you can handle it....
There are others of you that have only known me for about 6 months and work with me. If you think you will have trouble taking off your 'work' hats while reading this then please don't. I realize that is a futile request because, just like parental advisory stickers, now you HAVE to read...but you've been warned and cannot think any less of me if you decide to read on.
I spent almost the entire day yesterday sick as hell and on the toilet. I am emotionally, physically and mentally wiped out. I had been toying with the idea of making a post like this on Thursday when I got home from work but wanted to wait to see if the desire went away. After yesterday though, I am in no position to keep this shit in my head because it is making me even more tired than I already am.
So, this post is dedicated to all the fuckwits of this world who steal the air I breathe on a daily basis and just in general piss me off. Consider it my Christmas gift to the world. Exposing you in all your hapless, undeserved glory in the hopes that you will straighten yourselves up before the rest of us normal, rational people rise up and stab you many times about the head and neck with The Spork Of Humanity(tm). I am still, however, for the most part a decent person so, while YOU will know who you are (or should) I will not use any names at the risk of 'outing' you to the rest of the world before you are ready to come out of whatever closet it is you think you're hiding in.
Closet Inconsiderate Bus Rider People: Please, for the love of Christ, get a car, ride a bike, or pay for a fucking taxi. Because if one more of you fuckers sits on me, smacks my knee with your overloaded suitcase (who brings a fucking SUITCASE to work?!) because you're too busy to be observant of your surroundings, or bypasses the fat, black, or otherwise 'undesireable' person to make someone else uncomfortable I am seriously going to cock punch you.
Closet 'It Wasn't Me!' People: If you make a decision fucking take responsibility for that decision, be the outcome good or bad. Admit that you made a mistake if the end result is not quite what you were hoping for. Because honestly, it just makes you look like a shmuck when you appear to be the only one around who is not aware that the direction came from you. Saying 'Well, who said that?!' does not absolve you from responsibility when everyone around you knows damn good and well that it was YOU. Admitting that you are human and flawed (which btw we already know) does not make us think any less of you. On the contrary, it makes us see that, not only are you willing to step up to the plate, but that you'll be that much more likely to back the rest of us up if the time should ever come.
Closet 'ME ME ME!' People: Yes, we understand that everything must be about you. Yes, we get it that no matter the attention, be it positive or negative, you want it all to focus on you. But don't be a twat about it. If you KNOW that you have to leave early, if you know there is a possibility that you may need to be able to be free to move about the cabin, why for fuck's sake do you sit in the fucking corner?! If you KNOW that you have a problem with "small spaces", why would you put yourself in a position to possibly have a panic attack? So that you could make 5 other people have to get up? So that 5 other people would have to bend to your will? Yes, 2 of us made a mistake by sitting in the corner when we knew that we might have to get up...but we admitted that mistake, apologized for it, and only did it once. We saw that it was probably a bad choice and decided to sit in our own discomfort rather than inconvenience an entire table a second time by making them all get up. You, on the other hand, went into the situation knowing certain variables about yourself, those being that you had to be somewhere by a certain time and that you may have a problem being boxed in...yet you still chose to sit in the proverbial ass end of creation. Next time, write yourself a note to remind yourself not to be a drama whore and sit on the outside.
Closet 'I Am Perfect, I Did Nothing Wrong' People: Dude...we know you're a fuck up. Nobody is that perfect. Admitting you're flawed, admitting that you made a mistake in your relationship and that it wasn't totally the other person's fault does not make you less of a man. Being able to own up to your mistakes in actuality makes you MORE of a man. And for the love of Pete, be honest. Avoid months, if not years of animosity by just admitting that speaking to someone, having to see them, or deal with them is in fact painful for you. It would seem that everyone around you already knows this...does it really hurt that much to admit it to yourself? Because I can tell you right now, buddy...you're the ONLY one who doesn't know it. Don't be a dick. Just because the relationship didn't last doesn't mean you have to be a douche bag. I would say 'cock punch' but there is obviously not enough there to do that much damage...
Ok...ok I feel better now. Well...I feel a little better now...but be warned...if you know you're a scum bag but your particular type of scum did not appear in today's lesson, straighten up! Because it's only a matter of time before I get to you and everyone like you. And I know a lot of big words and do you really want to spend an hour reading about yourself but having to stop every 30 seconds to click on dictionary.com to see exactly how I am insulting you?
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I’ve been holding off on writing about this because...well screw it. My husband is much more private than I am. The way I see it, I’ve spent the better part of my life hiding from any and everyone and thing. I don’t want to do it anymore and so for the most part I don’t. I write about what I want to write about and screw the consequences.
However, I know and understand that Gary is much more guarded about letting people in and letting anybody else know how and what he feels. So it’s for that reason that I haven’t written about this before. But then, last night, in his own words, he ‘exposed his soft underbelly’ so it’s open season as far as I’m concerned :P
I want a baby. I want a baby so bad that I’ve become one of those people you see in the movies and you can’t help but think to yourself, “There aren’t really people like that out there...are there?” I’ve been obsessing about it for the past 2 months. 2 months may not seem like a long time but think of it in terms of minutes, which is about how often I bring it up. My husband has in the past stated his position on the whole baby issue. Well, boys and girls, that just wasn’t good enough for me...
I’ve been very unfair to Gary in the last few weeks and I’m the first to admit that and will trip over myself apologizing for it (and believe me, I have). But I really can’t help it. I’m 34 years old. I’ll be 35 in just a 3 and a half months. My biological clock is not only ticking...it has jumped off the headboard and has been chasing me around the house, out the door, and down the street like the clock in that McDonald’s commercial. It mostly started when Gary’s sister got married and that whole mess with his kids took place.
It is my firm and unwavering belief that he got completely and thoroughly screwed by his ex when it came to being a father. He was not afforded the opportunity of participation in the decision making process and when the first baby finally arrived, she did a complete 180 on him and turned into the psychopath that we all know and loath today. One thing that I cannot understand about a certain segment of my fellow woman is that whole ‘I can change him’ mentality that they seem to have when choosing (or in this case capturing) a mate. If you are not happy with the person he is today, what makes you think you’ll be happy with the person he is tomorrow...or the person you FORCE him to be? It is one thing if the experience of being with you makes him WANT to change things, but to expect him to be molded like so much silly putty that you can squish onto the face of your Sunday Funnies so that he becomes a mirror image of you, or of the man you want him to be...well that is just ridiculous. She did not know him, did not care to find out about the things she didn’t know, and just expected him to be all the things she wanted him to be. When that didn’t happen, she ended their relationship.
Then the second baby came along and because he’s a stand up kinda guy (aww...tear) he tried to make it work a second time. But it was just more of the same and finally it was over for good. This is where the REAL screwing happened. She takes every opportunity afforded her to try and remind him that he’s a piece of shit, she uses the boys against him to try and make him feel guilty, and she manipulates them into thinking and feeling things that are obviously not coming directly from them.
Yes, I want a baby. But more than it just being ME that wants a baby, I want Gary to see how truly wonderful having a baby can be. How amazing the experience can be when 2 people who love each other, who KNOW each other and are happy with each other create something together. And I want him to see what a wonderful father that I already know that he is. Neither one of us was lucking enough to have a stable family unit growing up. Sure, we had Cleaveresque moments here and there but overall it wasn’t like that. I personally think that all the fear and doubt that he has about us having a child stems from not only his family life growing up, but the experience he was unfortunate enough to have when it was his turn to have his own family. He’s afraid that what happened with him and his ex will repeat with us. He’s not entirely convinced of it but there’s that little voice in his head, the same voice that’s in all of our heads that we give way more weight to than is warranted, that is babbling incessantly in an attempt to scare the bejesus out of him. Sure, he’s worried about all the other “normal” stuff...money, day care, money, raising it right, money, home and car, money....you know...(money)...real stuff. But honestly, if everybody thought about that stuff before they had kids, the human race would die out because nobody would ever reproduce.
I think, after his post yesterday and our subsequent conversation this morning, that we’ve reached a sort of understanding about the whole thing and we’re just gonna “see what happens”...not TRY to have a kid so much as stop trying NOT to.
And a little good flowing mojo never hurt anybody so if you’re reading and are so inclined, say a little prayer that he’s got strong swimmers and that when one of them comes-a-knockin’ my egg isn’t on the crapper and answers the door...
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