Funny

Maybe even ironic that that I decided to change the title of my blog to what it is. Last time it was brought on my delayed O when J returned home.

This month work has been ridiculous the last week- and look what seems to be happening again?

Hahaha- funny shit. I'm going to go cry in a beer.

My dearest J

I know you want kids. I realize you are almost 38. But it is hard to have kids when we don't have sex. It is hard to do that when you are out running around doing things, and then the nights you are home, you are in bed, completely passed out, 10 minutes after we eat. Quit trying to blame it on me not ever being in the mood. It's hard to be in the mood when the only time I see you is when we are eating and then you go to bed.

Why this lead to a fight last night, I have no idea. Yes, I was being pissy and passive aggressive about B staying over again. With no warning. AGAIN. I can't imagine B's wife is very happy about it either. When you called me 1 hour before you got home, you knew he was coming to stay. You fucking could have told me then. So yes, I was mad. And I am not comfortable having sex with you while he is sleeping on our couch. Not happening. You have a tendency to over share with your friends as it is, I don't need them there for a live performance.

Rifle season starts November 15. Thank God. Maybe then you might actually acknowledge that I am here and have valid points.

Going green

Words I never thought I would say. Bad as it is to admit it, I am absolutely horrible about this. Yeah, I toss my excess sheets of paper in the recycling box at work, but that is about it. At home, I have never been one to recycle as there was nowhere convenient to take things and no trash service in my community picks them up. It's their fault really.

When J and I went shopping for baby shower presents, he about passed out when he saw how much diapers are. "How the hell are we going to afford that? Why don't people just use cloth diapers like my mom did? Then you just have to wash them. But they don't have those anymore."

Zoom to me holding up a package of cloth diapers "You mean these?"

"Where the hell did you find those?"

"Under the sign the says Cloth Diapers dipshit." (It was quite clearly marked and there was no way to miss it)

J glares at me. "Shut up. So we could just do those? That would be cheaper."

"Well, then we will probably want some covers, a wet bag for when we are away from home, do we want to buy them or look into a service, do we want prefolds..."

""Holy fuck- where the hell does this come from?"

I about bust a gut laughing. "And you thought all that time I spent on the Nest was useless."

So that is still something we are kicking around. Clearly we have plenty of time, but he seemed a little happier that there was an alternative to disposables, though not for an environmental purpose.

Then there's gas. J loves to ride his motorcycle, and thankfully it gets decent gas mileage. He works 3 miles from home, so it's not a huge deal- for him. I, on the other hand, work 45 miles from home. Big deal. J was iffy on me taking the job for this reason, but I wasn't going to accept a dead end job for half the pay just to save some gas money. So I decided to check into some ride sharing opportunities. And as fate would have it- there is a lady who lives 9 blocks from me, has to drive past my house to get to work, and has to go past my work to get to hers. We work the same hours. Sweet. The environmental freak in our office wanted to hug me when I told her that I found someone to share rides with.

I am going to kick his ass.

Mother fucker has blown over the equilavent of our house payment on hunting crap this week. Not even counting gas or food while he is out doing this. Just on random equipment he thinks he needs. Now I have to kill him. He has spent over $1500 on crap that is supposed to be saving us money. He has shot the equilavent of about $125 worth of meat. That cost $75 to process and $40 for the tag. Way to save us $10 asshole. It only cost you $1500 to do so.

We are supposed to be putting up a garage. We are supposed to be saving money to put towards the honeymoon we never got. Between this and him screaming at me over nothing the other night, it is more likely that money going to get put toward a divorce lawyer at this point. At this point we are flat fucking broke beyond the savings for the garage- which I had to dip into to make his motorcycle payment, his student loan payment, and I am going to have to take some to cover some of the other bills I paid for him.I don't even have the money to buy gas to get to work this week. The dogs need food- I don't even have enough left in my account for that.

God I want to hurt him right now.

And we are

back in the game! I never thought I would miss TTC as much as I did. Maybe it's because I still really wanted to be, but had to make that choice. I don't regret it, but at the same time I feel like we could have tried a little harder those two months. Though we didn't have horrendous timing, but whatever.

I am not upset that I am not going to the meet. I love that I did well enough to earn the honor of going, but J and I can put that money to a little better use. I think it will work out better in the long run.

So as of last night- hello cycle 6. Woo hoo.

Office Space

Just reminds me of how lame my job is. And yet I still find it ridiculously hilarious.

"Corporate accounting is sure as hell going to notice $305,326.13 Michael!"
"They probably won't know it's gone for another 3 or 4 days."

How true. In the case of my company it would probably be another 3 or 4 weeks though.

"I must have put a decimal point in the wrong place or something. Shit- I always do that. I always mess up some mundane detail."

Story of my life. Ever since grade school. Mundane details are my mortal enemy.

And don't get me started on the truths of Dilbert cartoons. Especially the accounting ones. We really are heartless trolls who get pleasure from torturing people and not reimbursing them what they are owed. It gets me hot, I must admit.

Hunting Widow

This is what I will be for the next week. J took the entire week off so he could hunt. Which means he gets up at 3 and gets home at 9. Lovely. Oh well, he would essenetially be a football windower if he were home anyway.

Which actually could be a good thing. Right now at 11 dpo, I can feel the usual signs of an impending period. Biggest ones- I am moody as hell and my knee and ankle hurt like crap. The moodieness has definietly affected my posting today, but at least I recognize it and have stopped myself from posting the first thing that comes to mind. The second sign- I know it sounds weird (and could potentially be due to the rain we are supposed to get), but it is one of those random weird things I have noticed many of my cycles. It's weird as crap, but it is fairly consistent. And it's always my right leg too. Weird.