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Did you feel that?? Did the ground quake just a bit? It's World War III around here as we're about two seconds from strangling each other over the classic His, Mine & Ours argument. To which, apparently, there is no end.
Please tell me you fight over stupid stuff, too?
I won't go into too much detail, it would complicate the divorce even further.
You see, the thing is, when we fight, we fight good. Or perhaps I should say, bad. Anyway, when we fight-fight, we do it right. Or wrong...?
Anyway, let me put it this way: When we decide to go toes, it's rip-your-earrings-out with three judges scoring the bout in the no-rules octagon of marriage style.
LEEEEETTTTT'S GET READYYYYYY TO RUUUUUUUMMMMMBBBBLLLLE!!!
This, my friends, is the latest in these wars:
Yes, that's exactly what you think it is. A pair of ankle weights laying in the middle of our back yard. See.....it starts like this. The Hubster comes home and puts his nappy little lunchbox smack in the middle of the kitchen. He "needs" it again. His definition of "again"? Someday.
Now, the point here, is that he doesn't want to walk waaaaaaaaay out and put it on the storage cabinet (never IN) that is right on the other side of the garage door. He'd rather trip over it all weekend (his weekend starts Thursday night) because he'll need it on MONDAY.
Apparently there are trolls in the garage that will eat him if he walks out there Friday through Monday. Now, you have to understand; hubby isn't into appearances. If it were up to him, he would have 148 rolls of toilet paper stacked NEXT to the toilet because he will "need" them and they should be located conveniently. Opening a door to the cabinet located 12" away would tax his energy reserve. Shutting doors to closets is "wasting time" having to take .000000000002 seconds to open them. So.....can you guess where his shoes are most of the time:
Yep. And that's where the lunchbox/ankle weight fiasco of 2008 started.
Here's how this goes down:
I always try to get most of my housework done on Thursday night, wrapping up on Friday after work so that I have more "free" time on the weekends.....usually to do more work. Anyway.....I'm needing to clean the floor in the kitchen and so I move the usual three pair of shoes by the door (two are mine) and put his lunchbox on the cabinet right outside the door to the garage so it frees up the floor to be cleaned. Scrub the floor, clean one bathroom, picking up, dusting, hubster walks into the kitchen. "Why can't you leave my lunchbox in the kitchen (where you have to clean around it/trip all over it for three days while it sits empty)?"
I explain for the 902nd time why it just makes more sense to put it UP instead of look at the *&^% thing for three days it is UNUSED. And that's exactly what I did, and he SHOULD have.
He throws a little fit, telling me how unfair that is, and by the way....where are the SHOES he KEEPS BY THE DOOR??!
"Well, if you notice, I put them ALL away so I could clean."
In. The. Closet. Where they BELONG@!$#@Q!!!
"What about all your shoes by the door?"
This apparently alters the spin of the world, and he marches into his closet to SET THEM BACK BY THE DOOR just in case he needs them!
I mean, clearly, by now, even the most oblivious of men would think, "Crap, I guess I'll just leave the damn things in the closet since I don't need them while I'm DOWNSTAIRS WATCHING T.V.!!" But not MY husband. And he's not that oblivious. Heck, he's Mr. Anal Retentive. Instead of just seeing how hard I am slaving away cleaning the house, he lays down the gauntlet.
When he gets to his closet, he finds a pair of ankle weights that I purchased with every intention of wearing daily, however they don't go with any of my high heels, so... I put them away. In his closet since he has the room. To me it makes perfect sense. Besides, if I have to pick the crap up all the time, you get what you get.
I sent a very clear message that I would not be tolerating this so...
Oh no he din't!!!!!!
BUT OH YES, HE DID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And so the war rages on. I don't know how long it will last, how much blood will be shed.
This, of course, is not the first time we've fought these sort of battles.
Sigh.
Somebody call a marriage counselor. Srsly.
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I'm not doing much crafty...
Mom isn't sick at the moment.......
It's a long week at school....I'm seriously thinking of a post titled "When teenagers and PMS collide..." If this week keeps up, it'll be published by Friday.
So I was thinking about a blog idea. I decided to list some of the things I'm thankful for this week.
I'm thankful for the peace and contentment that Jesus gives me in life. Sometimes things seem very uncertain, and I may not know the "why" or the answer, but I DO know the "Who". I'm so grateful for that relationship.
I'm thankful for the change in seasons....
For little people that don't visit often enough..... (and yes, I know I could visit more and I'm planning on fixing that next week).
I'm thankful for little girls that want to take my picture with a favorite doll (that she remembers I bought for her). This is me and Sleeping Beauty. (Sleeping Beauty is on the right.)
For my Granddog - she gives the best greetings in the world. She is always happy to see us!!
That little dog has more personality packed into 12 lbs., than should be legal.
and she knows exactly what it means when she hears "grandpa is here!!"
Don't know why she would remember that..
Except he's a very giving person, even to the furry members of the family.
I'm thankful that we don't have to run the A/C or the heat yet.
Hooray for a break in the bills!!
I'm thankful this week for the love and support from my cousin Sharon. She's going through really, REALLY similar stuff with her mom, my aunt Phyl. It's hard when you're doing all the caregiving. We've been really good at leaning on each other.
And I'm thankful for my cousin Frank, calling me out of the blue. That just made my day.
I'm thankful for my job. I'm paid more than I'm worth!
I'm thankful for the sincerety of the Joyful Ones (our church has a ministry to the mentally challenged) at church rockin' out to the choruses during service.
(I'm thankful for my husband. He's such a good-hearted guy. I probably have better pictures, but I like this one. and he still makes me laugh.
And I'm thankful for this little guy. He sent me a note this week with some "Peanuts" pens attached thanking me for helping his mommy. I'm thankful that our family is expanding. And that he will be born into a loving home with the best parents a little boy could ask for.
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announcing.........
The most beautiful baby in the entire world..........
can you tell?
Good looks.....brains......cutest profile in the world. Look at the little button nose!!!!
It is….. a BOY!! we are BEYOND excited!!! The Grandpas!!! Ready for spoiling Grandmas! The expectant parents. They are going to be such great parents. what a lucky little boy he is to have them. I don't exactly see what they see.....but it IS the cutest I've ever seen......... Yes, he's gorgeous. I think I'll make this the desktop background on my computer. Right now.
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People are so stinking nuts it's magical. If you have ever spent much time in a hospital, you can certainly understand where I'm coming from. Actually, if you have spent 10 minutes at the mall or Wal-Mart or been to the State Fair to people watch, you can totally relate.
I read this brilliant post from VooDoo Doctor and thought I'd give my own version of entitlement.
Recently I spent a delightful Friday evening at the emergency room. I had big plans to go to the Football game and watch the boys get their butts handed to them (again) but responsibility called. Mom didn't feel well (and, well heck, we haven't been to the hospital in a whole month) .....and you know the rest. I called my son-in-law for some advice (call ambulance, not call ambulance?) because depending on the time of day, the wait makes it worth it to go by valet. Can't get ahold of S-I-L, so I go ahead, ending up in waiting room.
What I DO NOT get is why on earth any responsible human being would bring small children who are otherwise healthy (judging from the screaming little freaks running through the ER) and allow them to crawl on a germ infested HOSPITAL floor! Hey moron - they don't even know what half these people have yet!! That floor is a cesspool of bacteria, virus and probably a few undiscovered diseases! Apparently I have been an obsessively overprotective mother.
So we go through the triage and fill out the paper work. Again. I've been here so many times, I think my name is in the hat for the Christmas gift exchange. Then we have to "wait". (mental note: should have my butt kicked for not calling *&^%$#$# ambulance). Mom is leaning over her pail alternating throwing up with just holding her head in her hands. I look around......wait...something isn't right here.....NOBODY else in the whole *&^% ER looks like they don't feel good. What the heck??!!
I took note of the people in there. One woman is sitting with her teenage daughter that has a headache. One woman that is so large the firemen probably had to cut her out of her house is sitting there talking to a man and I realize....I think that's the same girl that was here the last time! One couple sit there like they are waiting for the next bus and two screaming brats that must be at least 8 years old whom no one will claim.
I walked back into the triage nurse and ask her if we can please do something, my mom is in a lot of pain. Yes, yes, we will but we have no rooms right now. There isn't anywhere to put her. And one gentleman has been waiting 3 1/2 hours.....So I walk back out nearly tripping over a five year old playing a game of "tag" and I hear the next victim ask how long the wait is. I'm not passing this up..... "hey buddy, I don't know for sure, but SOMEBODY here has been waiting over 3 1/2 hours". Some guy sitting by the window drinking a Diet Coke and yakking it up with his buddy yells "I've been here almost 4 hours!". Wow. You must have a raging hangnail or jock itch, pal.
Newest customer turns and leaves.
Finally some guy comes out and gets mom and takes us to triage again. He explains that he's taking us that way to avoid the appearance of putting her to the front of the line (which he is) and doesn't want to incite a riot. I walk back through the halls, taking note that I've been in nearly every one of the rooms there at one time or another, and in the last hallway, there are THREE stretchers with people lying on them waiting!! THREE. One of them I recognize as a former teacher at our school sitting with her husband that I know has cancer. He looks terrible. They put mom in a little holding room with a woman that is about to hack up a lung. I'm pretty sure she must have tuberculosis judging from the horrific cough. Mom starts barfing again.
We had great nurses. One that I am acquainted with. She recognizes me but is busy with Typhoid Mary. Eventually they get enough information to be able to give mom something for the nausea and pain. I run into my friend in the hall as she is leaving her shift and I thanked her for being so kind to mom. She tells me that she stayed late because she could tell mom was so sick and she felt sorry for her. (I have noticed that my friend has not been very friendly, but I'm grateful for her expertise and compassion).
I mentioned her demeanor to Chad later in the evening and he pointed out that after dealing with "emergencies" like hang nails and jock itch and all the ridiculous medicaid claims that people make.....while talking on their cell phones, smelling of cigarette smoke and drinking out of a starbucks cup, making legitimately sick people have to wait in hallways and tiny holding pens until a real room is available,
SHE PROBABLY IS IN A BAD MOOD. And has every right to be......
And I appreciate all those nurses more.
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Happy Birthday to the BEST Mother-in-law!!!!
I am really lucky to be a part of this family. She has been such a great example for me, and I have learned SO much from her. She is kind and sweet to everyone she meets... and she has been more supportive than I could ever ask for.
This is a little late, but I hope you had the best birthday ever!!
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She comes up with this retort. Go Sarah!!!
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We had a great weekend!
And who in their right mind doesn't LOVE a parade?? Complete with all the politicians and their adorable dogs in t-shirts?
Dear old friends.... I love Les. He and Sandy are more fun than should be allowed. He has an AMAZING sense of humor!!
Shell says unless he is the new poster boy for "No Child Left Behind", he doesn't belong in the parade.
I must admit I agree.
Then I got a visit from some of my favorite people in the world.
How could you not LOVE a weekend like this???!!?
I enjoy their individual personalities so MUCH.
And they are very individual!
Burgers on the grill, bubble baths, and then the adults left to see.......... Jeff Dunham!! He is probably the funniest human on the planet!!
Achmed. My home-boy
And this is "guitar guy". He is
a-MAZING!! Never heard of him, but he is really GREAT! Thanks Andy for telling us about it and inviting us. We loved it!!
It was a great weekend. Family and fun. Who could ask for more??
And this.......because I promised Riley: He is almost as funny as Achmed!!
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I like Sarah Palin. A lot. I figure all publicity is good publicity. And this is HILARIOUS!
Happy Friday everyone!!!
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