Are you kidding me with this?

Absolutely fed up with whiney men. Don’t want to hear anymore excuses, just man up and do what you are supposed to do. Guess the problem is that my dad was a real man. Remember the kind that put his family first and understood that it was his responsibility to protect and provide for his family? Yeah, I want one of those. Instead it seems that I married a whiney little cry baby who traded in his balls for a piece of bacon. Truth is, there’s no one to blame but me. He is the way he is and it’s just not what I truly wanted. Let us remember: It’s better to have a man worth marring than marry a man not worth having. Don’t like feeling trapped in this marriage. Believe it or not, I try to settle on the fact that I’ve signed up for a life sentence and I need to just accept things for the way the are and just deal with it. Not exactly my forte. As a stay home mom, I am dependant on my husband to provide for us financially. When he doesn’t go to work, he puts that in jeopardy. He doesn’t seem to understand how stressful it is to wonder everyday if he’s actually going to work or just going to stay home because his big toe hurts. I would love to be able to believe him when he tells me something, but his track record has proven over and over that his word means absolutely nothing. Blahhhhh. As stated before he was in the hospital for breathing problems. Doctor told him he needed to quit smoking. He was in the hospital for 5 days without a smoke and I congratulated him on a job well done. We’ve made the promise to quit smoking several times in the past (we‘ve both smoked for over 20 years), but every time, he starts up again. So this time around I’m thinking he would actually quit. Got the patches, tons of lollipops and Tic Tacs and thought we were ready to go. For some reason, the moron decided to smoke, a few hours later, he’s back at the hospital because he can’t breathe. YA THINK?!! Then he comes home wanting sympathy. Oh yeah, that’s exactly what you’re going to get. NOT! If you’re stupid enough to put your hand in the garbage disposal and then turn it on, you deserve to have your hand chopped to little tiny bits. Not that I’m bitter or anything, hee hee.

On a good note, I kicked cigarette’s butt and haven’t had even a puff off of one for 2 weeks.

Cinco de where am I?

Just to be honest, I have a slight problem with Cinco de Mayo. I’m not sure how a Mexican holiday became an American Holiday. Maybe the calender makers were all captured and distracted by margaritas and ever so tasty fajitas while someone snuck in and added it to the holiday lists! I was just complaining to a friend last night about how bizarre it is that we celebrate another country’s independence day. However, I learned this morning that it’s not actually their independence day, but rather a victorious battle they fought against the French. None the less, it's freaky that we in America celebrate it. I wonder if in Mexico they hold a moment of silence for Pearl Harbor every Dec 7th. Maybe Germany sets off fireworks every July 4th and I'm just oblivious to the practice. Be it what it may, it's a great day to get hammered on some Tequila while sporting a giant sombrero and stuffing your face with Mexican food. Ole!

for your reading enjoyment: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinco_de_Mayo

From“chicken in every pot” to “Blog on every monitor”

Last night as I lay wrapped in my little blanket cocoon trying to hide from the artic blast coming from the evil fan from hell, I pondered why exactly blogging is so popular. It’s quite liberating to give your thoughts a way to exit your over crowded mind. Maybe a bit like a storage closet for those burdensome worries and thoughts that pollute your everyday life. Also, it‘s a lovely politically correct way to brag about your life and those that you are proud of without the backlash of actually saying to someone, “Ha ha, my kid (spouse, sister, dog, microwave oven, etc) is better than yours!”. The fact that others can read it feeds the human need to feel that someone, somewhere thinks that what you have to say is important. Of course, we can’t forget that blogs also make it possible for every person on the planet to be a “Published Writer”. Now we all have something to brag about at those high school reunions. Sweet huh?

Turbo deluxe pain in my butt.

Today's gripe consists of the ever so annoying FAN FROM HELL. After my hubby and I got married, he moved in and brought this gigantic box fan that he proceeded to place upon the night stand. I am then informed that he can’t sleep without a fan blowing on him. Hmmmm, we have a ceiling fan and it seems to blowing. This is not nearly adequate enough. He needs more of an air tunnel type set up. Personally, I can’t stand to have a fan blowing in my face when I’m trying to sleep.

I’ve done my best to find other alternatives to this evil piece of electronic equipment that has taken over my once happy sleeping sanctuary. In one discussion, when I asked if we could compromise and turn it down to low, or even medium would be nice, he informed me that it needed to be on high because it’s the SOUND that he needs to fall asleep. Perfect!!! They have these wonderful things known as Sound Machines that can play soothing sounds to help you drift into gentle slumber. After telling him this great news, I’m then informed that NOOOOO, he actually needs the freaking air blowing up his nostrils. SHEESH, pick a side already!

Well, he ended up in the hospital (to be discussed on another day) and they gave him a great clip on fan that he said he just loved. WHOOO HOOOO! I began doing the happy dance. This would be perfect, he could clip it onto the headboard and have it blow directly onto him without it freezing me and drying out my sinuses. This combined with the sound machine seemed to be my answered prayer.

Just as I was about to celebrate this glorious compromise, my mother in law took my hubby to pick up some medicine. While perusing through the isles of the drug store, they happened upon the "Honeywell High Velocity Dual Action Air Circulator Fan HT8700 with Turbo Force”. Oh freaking great!! One would think that my husband would stop for a moment and consider the fact that for the past 5 years I’ve put up with this fan crap and now we have a solution that will let BOTH of us sleep, but being as this is not a Hallmark movie where husbands actually have considerate feelings, he picked the thing up and brought it home. I hate that flipping fan.

I seriously think the best thing to do is just get separate freaking rooms so he and his fan can be alone and I can once again enjoy a peaceful, draft free nights rest.