Monday, May 17, 2010

I have so much to blog about, but not sure how far I will get. The internet is sporadic (at best). I think a flock of geese flew over the rockies and screwed it all up today. And Michael is on vacation this there goes my alone time. Suffice it to say for now the last month has been "interesting"...with more to come. Oh, how will this story all play out? There is Brian..Emily..Tim..Booboo...ribs and no airplanes. I can't be sure even where to begin the whole thing. But the end is even fuzzier in my head. I guess the beginning is a good place to start. Emily turned 18 on april 27th, and her boyfriend came to visit for 10 days. His name is Brian and he is from Pennsylvania (what? you say. How did she come to have a boyfriend 3000 miles away?). Well, they met on x-box live!! Yes, i know...don't even go there, ok? I figure, what is the difference between meeting there, high school, facebook, e-harmony, Every couple has to meet some place. And I was willing for him to come here..not for her to go there and end up in some white slave ring or worse yet on the Jerry Springer show, fighting over brian with some amish chick gang.. Is that even on anymore? Well, Michael wasn't happy about the whole thing..he didn't want them interfering with his "lifestyle" (what lifestyle is that, you ask)?Beats the shit out of me, I answer. Near as I can see all he does every night after work is to grab his bottle of brandy and Booboo and head for the bedroom to watch tv. Now let me digress here to mention the fact that I have come to the conclusion that Booboo and brandy are the 2 most important things in this world to him. But, on with the story. All went very well, Emily looked great for her very first date. We bought a nice dress and shoes...the whole works. Then the visit continued...and the day before Brian was going to leave Emily says she wants to talk to me about Brian. (YIKES...she is moving to Penn. with him, I just know it). But, much to my amazement, she asks if he can stay here and look for a job. I said it was ok with me, but they had to ask his parents and Michael first. Then I went to work. Next morning Michael gets up..."why isn't Brian at the airport" he says. OOPS...guess they forgot to ask him. So when I told him what was going on, he is very pissed...doesn't speak to me for 3 days, calls in sick to work because he is just so stressed out (his lifestyle is in great danger here, remember). And i took the whole blame because I didn't want him more irritated by Brian and Emily than he already was (they were supposed to ask him, remember?) So, now Brian is here until the end of June, and if he isn't working by then he will have to go back to Penn. and work out something else and save some money or whatever his plans are. It has been very tense to say the least. Michael keeps telling me all things wrong...Brians cologne is to strong..they are to noisy...they dared take Booboo to the park with them...all these little nitpicky shit things. But, let me digress again. Michaels whole attitude is really pissing me off. the main thing that really gets to me is that he is begrudging Brian the same chances he has had numerous times in his life. When he moved up here almost 4 years ago he lived with me for several months with no income at all and I was fine with that, then the first job he got was at target, and after 2 months one morning i said "are you going to work?" and he said "NO. I hate it and I'm not going back". (talk about making a lifestyle change without discussing it with your partner). And since he has been an adult he has moved home to live with his parents at least 3 times that I know of. So, why is he so unwilling to give someone else a break? I just don't get it. And he continues to act like it was some conspiracy on my part to keep Emily from moving away. (I was also on the grassy knoll in Dallas in 1963...even though I was only 6 years old, and don't even ask me about Area 51...I'd have to shoot you). So, that is that part of my story. Then there is the whole
Booboo thing. When I first rescued her from the pound I thought Michael would not like her...but he loves her...almost exclusively, I think. So here is the rib story. A couple of months ago Tim wanted BBQ ribs, so I got some and Mike BBQ'd them. I don't like ribs and Mike didn't either, but Tim and the dogs loved them. So Mike wanted me to buy some more this week. I said I wasn't buying them just for dog food, but he said he would have some. So, after he BBQ's them, he doesn't eat any (not good, he says) Brian has some and there are 4 left for Tim (not very big ones either). So Mike says he is glad he picked the 2 best ones out for Booboo. Well, me being a good mom, swapped them out, and gave the 2 best to Tim (who had just spent all afternoon mowing the lawn)and Booboo got 2 smaller ones. Mike was pissed...another day of the silent treatment. So, what am i missing here? Is it because he never had any kids that he doesn't comprehend the parent/child attachment? Is it because he was the youngest of 6 and fairly spoiled so the world revolves around him? I really am not sure if I'm just to close to see the big picture. The one thing I do know is this. I do not like him trying to control me through anger. It just seems very immature on his part to get mad and sulk every time something doesn't go his way. I don't like feeling like I am walking on eggshells in my own home. Tip-toeing around wondering what will piss him off next.
ok, enough about all of that. I also got fired from winco! not really fired, just terminated. they closed down their demo department and went to an outside marketing company. the good (?) news is, the marketing company called and offered me a job. so i went from $8.75 an hour to $10 an hour. the bad news is the whole program is really messed up. they called last week and said there wasn't any work, so when i went shopping saturday there was some new guy doing demo??? and the products for demoing are not always ordered and the coupons packages haven't been delivered since they switched over. the whole thing is very disorganized. so i am just taking a wait and see approach to the whole t
hing. if it gets to be more of a hassle than it is worth i will just quit. i am almost sure i can find better things to do on my weekends. i still haven't weeded around my roses, maybe i will just buy a goat. and i need to start getting the pool cleaned up, because i am almost sure that someday summer will arrive. if it weren't for tim taking over the mowing for me this year i would have grass as high as an elephants eye...for that he deserves the two biggest matter how upset someone else gets.
gee, do i sound pretty whiney? I just haven't spilled my guts for 3 weeks and it feels good to get it out. and don't get me wrong..i do love michael. he is the best husband i have had...not that it takes a lot to top the previous ones. it's just at this point in my life i am in no mood for ultimatums and poutings and the cone of silence treatment. i don't even mind playing second fiddle to booboo, i also happen to like my dogs more than i like most people. my dogs never pout, give them some kibble and fresh water in the toilet and a walk every day, and they act like they won the lottery.
another high point of my month was that i got pulled over by a state policeman on my way home. i thought i had taken care of that. the thing is, i have a set of trailblazer license plate holders on my car. actually i took them off my old datsun so they have been on my cars for at least 15 years. Last year i got pulled over 6 times (yes 6) because the cops couldn't see all of my tags, the plate covered them up. They always said the same thing.."take the holders off", but i never did. so last month when i got new tags i stuck them half way up on the plates so even friggin' stevie wonder could see them. and still i get pulled over. and why you ask? because i was going 59 in a 55 zone. I was on the interstate..the freeway...I5. what the hell? 1:30 in the morning, not another car around, just me and him. What? is he just bored? in the afternoons going to work on the same stretch you are lucky if anyone is going less than 70. he actually asked me what my hurry was. i thought about telling him i had a heart in the trunk for organ transplant, or that i was trying to beat my time clock to drive way speed record (which is 13 minutes)...but even i could see that would just be asking for a ticket instead of a warning. at times the intelligence of silence outweighs the pure fun of sarcasm (not often, just sometimes). so now every night coming home i creep along at 55 wondering where the little jerk is hiding. One car, diving through quicksand it seems. how will i ever break my record this way?
i believe i will post this now. it's 3 a.m. and bed awaits me. i have been working on this for 4 days now. thanks for listening to my petty whinnings