Mind your own business.

This is what my husband told me this afternoon. I wasn’t being particularly nosey, at least I didn’t think so. I asked a simple question, with a reason behind asking. And in response I was given a “Mind your own business.” in a hateful tone. I wanted to kick him, I wanted to scream, I did neither. instead I hid until the initial hurt passed, and then I proceeded to ignore him.

If he wants me to mind my own business, I will. I will no longer do the little things I do for him just to make him happy. I no longer make the coffee I don’t drink, I no longer wash or fold or put away his laundry those things are his business, not mine and I have been told to mind my own.

I fully expect him to tell me I am blowing it out of proportion and to grow up, it won’t work. I am on strike, or in other words, very carefully minding my own, and the childrens’ business until he gets his head out of his ass.

Note to self:

Unless you are in the mood to hear outbursts of yelling, and random obscene words shouted at inanimate objects, don’t let the adult male in the house assemble things.  Whether setting up a computer, or assembling a computer chair or a bookshelf, it is easier just to do it yourself than listen to the outbursts. Ask me how I know….

Teasers.

One of my favorite authors recently released a teaser chapter for the latest book in a series, due out in early June. I hate when they do this. Why? Because I have a hard enough time waiting for the new book as it is. Then they release the teaser chapter, which is always just enough to really suck you in, then it is over and you end up having to wait MONTHS until the release and you can read the rest of the tale.

This time it is Laurell Hamilton, and the latest Anita Blake book, Skin Trade. I am resisting the draw of the teaser chapter. But I know, sometime before the book comes out, I will cave. I just have that little will power where Anita is concerned. *sigh*

Any suggestions that might keep me distracted until June 2nd?

So Not Shocked.

Hubby’s siblings decided several years ago that they needed to start celebrating a holiday together, that would get them together once a year, so that they could see each other, and their children had some clue who their cousins are.

The first year it was held at one brother’s home. We went. Hubby’s sister went. But the other brother had an excuse. We all had a good time, all was good.

The second year (last year) Hubby’s sister hosted. The first brother had a valid reason not to be able to  make it, dr’s orders not to travel. We made it up, but again, brother #2 had an excuse, even though he lived less than 2 hrs away.

This year, it is our turn to host. It is supposed to be a big year, not only is Hubby’s siblings coming but his Aunt and Uncle are planning on coming, and bringing Hubby’s mom too.  Hubby has a previous engagement the weekend of the holiday, so he contacts brother #1, and his sister, but is unable to contact brother #2, and his mother is unable to be reached as well. All able to be reached agree to shift to one week later and still hold the celebration. Slowly, over time, Hubby’s sister is starting to feel she is unable to make it. And his Aunt, Uncle have backed out as well, which means his mom won’t be coming either. So, as far as we know, only one brother is supposed to be coming. After some discussion, the brother’s agree, it would be best to hold off until later in the year, when possibly, at least the sister can come too.

Now, I have to admit, I really don’t find fault in the reasoning, but I am not at all shocked that when the time comes for Hubby to host, no one (or few) can make it.

And I wonder how things will go next year, when it is time for the brother who has never bothered to show to host. I think that will go over like a lead balloon.

beat.head.against.wall

my husband and any new electronic always ellicits this response from me. Today it was setting up his new Blackberry. He is one of those who reads the entire instruction manual before he even powers up the new toy. And then he sits withthe manuel, and goes through step by step, with every thing it tells you. This usually leads to liberal cursing and general stupid statements. Things like “You have got to be F***ing kidding me?”  to which I refrain from my usual response something along the lines of ” Yes, Dear, it is all a big joke, on you.” because it really doesn’t help, trust me, but sometimes I have holes in my tongue from biting it.

I did finially get the gadget out of my husbands hands, and set it up myself, it took a call to the service provider because they had it set up wrong on their end (smartphone services assigned to the wrong  phone number,) but before I managed, I was ready to beat my head against a wall… or his head against the wall, one.

ARGH

if I am asked one more time (at least 5 already) if we string popcorn for the tree, I may scream  (do you see it on there? I think not!!) and I am not sure how many times I can here…  ” Excuse me, I just farted!” just move on with life unless it is noticable!

I want to watch my shows on TV with out having to explain them or have you talk over them about some stupid thing. If you say you are going to bed, go. I waited till you were going to bed to start my shows, so I could watch them in peace, not listen to you more.

And I may shoot my husband, he has been sulky and distant, not just to me, but to everyone, if you don’t want to deal with your mother, fine, don’t invite her, but don’t bring her down here and make me deal with her, while you climb inside your stupid computer game and ignore us.

Walmart Site to store

ok, total story. We placed an order on Nov. 27th, for a Step 2 Race car bed and a matching tool chest dresser. I got an email on 12-4 saying the dresser was there, would be availible for pick up until Dec 25th, and on the 10th I got an email saying the bed had arrived and would be availible until Dec 31st. Being that these are Santa gifts for my 2 year old, we decided to wait to pick them up until Christmas was almost here, so we would have a much shorter amount of time to hide them.

So, late last night (10:30) we borrowed a truck and went over to pick them up (in theory that late at night the store would be less busy and we wouldn’t wait as long.) So we walk into the store and hit the site to store area at the back of the store, and hit the associate call button, and began to wait. And wait. and wait. We had at least 20 associates walk past us, my husband and my father in law both walked all the way back, into the ‘associates only’ area and saw people standing around, laughing and joking, and we waited over 20 minutes for someone to come help us.

When someone finially arrived they went to the back to look for our two items. She came back with one, but told us that the second wasn’t there… when we asked for a refund on both items (why would we take a dresser to match a bed that didn’t come?) She had to call an assistant manager, who processed the refund on the bed, but we had to go to the front of the store to get the money. We followed the manager to the front of the store, he asked a returns clerk to process the other refund, and went and got me the cash for the bed from the cash room.  The clerk processes the return, but does not give me the money. I stand and wait, and wait and wait, and finially ask for the money, he says, he gave it to me. I said no, the assist. manager gave me the money for a seperate return, there were 2 items… it took another 10 minutes for me to finially get my money, I was irate. We got out of the store at midnight.

This morning, my husband starts to hunt for another bed in town, several phone calls, he finially goes out, planning on walking into several furnature stores in town. He decided to go back to walmart and make a complaint to the manager. He gets through the whole story and the manager agreed with him, the way it works ,you don’t get an email until the item is scanned arrived at the store. So the manager and someone else went back to look again, and lo and behold, they found the bed. But the box is beat all to hell. So they pull the bed from the box to see if and how much damage is actually done. There is a dent in one of the side panels, do we really want to pay $400 for a damaged bed? As we were considering it, the store manager offered to knock $50 off the price of the bed. I took it, the dent isn’t that bad, and really looks more like body contouring. Plus the manager had given my husband a $20 gift card to help make up for the extremely poor customer service we got last night.

So, in the end, we do have the bed, and the dresser. But it took like  4 hrs to get it. I am not completely happy, but will survive, and I MIGHT even go back to that store in the far future.

Time to start stashing alcohol.

Hubby tells me yesterday that he wants to bring his mother down for Christmas. so we start looking at schedules and such. We wanted to fly her down the monday before, and send her back on friday. But she can’t get a ride to the airport on a weekday, even the week of  Christmas, so  it looks like it will have to be Sunday-Saturday.

Mind you, an hour in this woman’s presence makes me want to drink. Plus, the only days my husband will have off are Tuesday and Wendnesday, so he will go get her early Sunday morning, get back to the house with her and immediately have to leave for work. Work again 2-10 on Monday, off Tues and Weds, here for present opening and working again 2-10 on Thurs and Fri. Then will take her back to the airport early Saturday morning, rushing back to be at work by 2. (it is a 2 hr drive to the airport).

She is very much a drama queen, everything is about her, she must be the center of attention or she has failed in life and raising her children, etc. etc. etc. So, this is what I need. I need to come up with drinks that I can have alchohol in, but not be obvious it is alcohol (so no blended stuff). If I mix myself a drink in her presence, she must have some, and lecture me about drinking too much, plus her psychosis only gets worse with alcohol. I am gonna hide alcohol in my bedroom, so I can slip in there with a glass and spike what ever I am drinking. but the key is… what should I make?? I have a bottle of Pomegranite Schnapps that I add to cranberry juice, but that won’t last a week, and I will get sick of them. Give me some ideas.

The favorite child.

I have known for many years that my sister is my mom’s favorite child, it really doesn’t bother me most of the time, because it means less interaction with them both (trust me, this is for the best.) However, my mother has decided that we MUST all get together for either Thanksgiving or Christmas this year. She called me last week, saying that my sister has to work on both holidays, so if we are going to do something it has to be at sister’s house… (which is a 6 hr drive from me, one way.) She goes on about these really great plans (which actually do sound good in theory) then asks, so, what is (my husband)’s schedule like? I told her I didn’t know, since his schedule is somewhat erratic, and I would check and get back to her. I have been putting her off for a week, not wanting to face this bit of family drama.

So, after my sister grilling me about schedules (she works for the same co. as my husband, but a different location, so she thinks she knows how everything works top to bottom) they have finally accepted that we will not be making the trip on Christmas day… now they are pushing for the Saturday after, and using the family guilt thing.. “I am so looking forward to it…” blah blah blah… I am trying to figure out how to tell them that no, I am not driving 12 hrs for a 3 hr ‘party’ that will revolve around my princess sister and her spoiled brat children (because, her children have inherited the preference from my mother) while I am lectured on how to raise my kids to suit them.

Idjuts surround us.

i am sick of being attacked for stating my opinion, I am sick of the people who feel they need to educate me until I see things their way (as if, because I do not share their opinion I must be a poor, uninformed hick). I am sick of people who quote  proven unreliable sources as proof of what they say, and then get pissed when you laugh at them. (legal advise on Wikipedia style).

When I apologize for stirring up drama, and state that I will be taking a break for a bit.  I make clear what I am apologizing for, it is not a YAGE, it is not a “I am sorry you feel that way.” it was an apology, it was very clear what it was. If you do not like it , oh the fuck well, ignore me, ignore the thread, go the fuck away, but leave me the hell alone, I don’t want to interact with you anymore. I am sick of trying to placate those who are never happy with anything but ripping people, usually me, to shreds. Then they have the gall to call *ME* miserable? To hell with that…

On with regularly scheduled real life… you know.. the one that matters.