Forever searching for the bloom

Spent another Friday evening at the Mink Eye, this one being the anniversary edition. Yes, this Wednesday marks one year that I've been married, and in confidence, I'll tell you - my .01 readers - that these last 2 have been the hardest of my life. And that's saying something. Of course, you wouldn't know because you don't know my life story, and I wouldn't dream of boring you with such, but take it as truth - it's been rough.

In the same sense, I suppose I count it as my most rewarding couple of years in some strange way, being that I made it through without more than a couple of new gray hairs. No one knows better than me that old cliché 'marriage isn't all a bed of roses.' (Such a mild way of putting it - you know, in the like-giving-a-whale-a-tic-tac sort of way. I know - not the correct sort of analogy, but you get my drift.)

My life seems to be more like the flower bed - I keep trying to get the soil right, but each time they won't grow. God knows, the soil gets plenty of organic matter and water, possibly too much from both sides? And sometimes, I feel as if I've just been gardening in true Morticia fashion.

I don't expect to see a perfect sterling - at the risk of sounding like a Poison record, every rose should have it's thorns - but being able to sit back and enjoy a pretty little bloom here and there makes it all worth the effort.

Blessing or curse?

Thanks to Ninja Poodles for the link, I now know that I have a Wuthering Heights sort of personality.

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I don't know if it's a blessing...

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...or a curse.

Thelma for President?

So, internet, what do you think of Commander In Chief? I think it's a fabulous idea for a show, and would have much greater impact if they hadn't cast Geena Davis in the starring role - not that she doesn't play the part well, I actually think she does a great Madame President - but I don't know a soul who can watch it and not think of Thelma as president.

Maybe Louise, never Thelma.

Monday Night Bitch

The weekend didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped...hubby and I went to the Mink Eye to get Pink Eyed, and damned if not a single one of my homies showed up! Not ONE. Dana was supposed to go and in actuality planned to bring her hubby with her, but didn't make it. The boss was out of town on a business something-or-other and couldn't make it, and neither did another one who said she'd try. Dammit. Just ruined my whole weekend, as I spent most of the night and the next day quite worried that maybe I'd said or done something to piss someone everyone off, in addition to the requesite bitch session I listen to on a regular basis from hubby. (No, this weekend was no exception.)

So, as I was saying, the arguing continued this weekend without fail. I offered my endless opinion on his employment situation - or lack of - and he asked if I wanted a divorce.

Jesus.

No, I just want you to get a FUCKING JOB. No, you aren't expected to produce a job, immediately, out of thin air, but you are expected to try. No, looking online is not sufficient! You don't enjoy the fact that you are rejected? Welcome to the world and join the crowd, Skippy. Neither does anyone else, but that doesn't mean they stop trying. A little agorophobic? Well, maybe. But, why isn't your ass glued to the LaZBoy when it's time for Friday night drinks at the pub?

Seriously - am I asking too much?? Really honey, I do love you dearly but after 7 months of this, I'm feeling a little tired, unappreciated, tired, a little used, beyond broke, and incredibly worn down.

And tired.

A new tradition

I think I've started a new tradition - not new in the sense that no one ever does it. It's quite a common thing for folks to meet up on Friday evening at a quiet little hole-in-the-wall bar for a drink or two, but it's new to my circle. Several months ago, hubby and I discovered a little known secret in our sad little town - a quiet little bar just perfect for a couple of drinks to round out the week on Friday evenings. Not crowded, quiet, no seizure-inducing neon signs blinking, and with a great bartender that's there every single time we go. Perfect! I mentioned it at work a time or two and invited a few of my coworkers to join us...and they did. It's become a must every other Friday night. My boss joins us, which is a welcome change - it's good to see her let her hair down (even if it is just a little bit) once in a while. Another one of my coworkers started out with us, but changed shifts so she was unable to go last time but will join us the next time. It's turned out to be more than just a drink on Friday night for me - it's almost a have-to now. It's the only time I get to have any interaction outside of work and home. This is almost sad, as most folks have a few friends that come to visit once in a while - play cards, have dinner, whatever. This is not the case for me. Not to go into long and drawn-out detail, but hubby is a bit of a hermit. I'll leave it at that.

Screw it..it's my blog, I'll detail as much as I want. Hubby is more than a hermit. More along the lines of agorophobic, that is, until it's time to go have a drink. Though, I endure chastizing about never wanting to go anywhere. Why don't I want to go anywhere? Because I'm tired, dammit. I work all week and then come home to listen to an evening of the home complaint department(HCD)from someone that seemingly has nothing to complain about. He's been unemployed since the end of March, and manages not to lose any weight and go out for dinner and drinks fairly often. (Continuing on endlessly in my mind.......)

Anywho, suffice it to say that I do enjoy our evenings out every other Friday night for drinks and dinner with friends, and it's nice to know I'm the cause of a new tradition :)

New Sport: Drunken Blog Reading.

The following came from an actual conversation held in my home this very evening:

Me: "This is hilarious!"
Him: "What?"
Me: "This post at Witt and Wisdom."
Him: "Post? What's 'Witt and Wisdom'?"
Me: "It's a blog I read. Funny as hell."
Him: "What's it say?"
Me: "Well, it's about a new cologne and perfume from Swiss Army. They have Swiss Army for Him and for Her."
Him: "Oh my God. (hiccup) Really?"
Me: "Really. Hold on, there's a link here...I've got to see this."
Him: "What does it say?"
Me:

"Swiss Army is a feminine blend of blue buttercup, daffodil, muget, alpine berries, ginger root, fresh mandarin and crisp green watermint."

Him: (Hiccup)"What? Piss green waternut? What the hell is that? Wait - give me the laptop. I have GOT to google that."
Me: (Much eye rolling) "Nevermind."

30 Minutes later...while watching a Stargate SG-1 rerun...

Him: "You know, (hiccup, belch) when Teal'c makes that face...that one right there, the frown he does when he gets turned down on some mission by General Hammond...he looks like he just ate a turd."
Me: "No more cosmopolitans for you. Ever."