He's been redeemed

I woke up this morning and checked my phone. I received a picture that made me so horny I couldn't take take it. More so than my BFF's picture (ok, her pic didn't make me horny, but if I were into that, it would have.) But this pic got my juices flowing.



That's right, Liza's DH, Wee Wee, sent me a picture to tantalize my pee pee buds.

Excuse me, I have to spend a few moments in the bathroom.

That's why we are BFF's

So last night I went over to Liza's to prepare for our garage sale. Now most of you will remember that Liza is my BFF. We are twin souls.

Anyhow, after hours of pricing stuff, Liza was finished with her stuff and was helping me price mine. We were going through boxes of clothes and started getting slap happy. Everything became funny to us, and we were giggling and snorting.

We came across a hand me down someone had given to my daughter. The size was 3T. It was a yellow shirt that had a partly opened back.

Amid snorts, Liza said "I bet I can get this on". I said, OMG, ok- but you have to put it on backwards, so that you look like an 80's porn star.

So she did it. She put it on. This is what it looked like:




Amazingly hot right? So I said - go upstairs and show your DH. So she runs up stairs and saunters into the living room and hears: "What the hell is that?"

WOW - BUZZ KILL

What the heck is wrong with him? An appropriate response would be "Get in the bedroom now", or "Oh honey - that's hot".

At least it's not only my man that's an idiot.

BTW, when I grow up, I want to have boobs like Liza's.

Do I make the best of a situation or stick to my guns?

I'll post pictures here as soon as I take some. But the car came home last night. I wasn't sure what I should do. Pout and be a bitch so that my point gets driven home? Or just make the best and show some enthusiasm.

So I showed some interest. I learned some things last night. But here is my dilemma. I am trying to strenghthen my relationship with God. This whole car thing is bringing people back into my life that aren't anywhere near God. Don't have any desire to be close to God.

The club is called Voodoo Kustoms, and they are all about skulls, and evil eat your liver music and - well - very negative stuff. But my husband and these friends think it's really cool. And in it's own way I guess it is. They all dress like the 50's. There are a lot of families involved.

But I don't know what to do. I'm probably not being very clear. It's a moral dilemma. Am I comprimising my relationship with God by spending LOTS of time with people that have no interest in God? Will it bring me down, and sever my relationship with the Lord?


I don't think that it will do anything that I don't allow it to do. So ultimately I just have to be strong.

But we know how weak I am. This will be interestig, to say the least.

Finally DH realizes - sort of

Well last night DH said the words out loud that I've been thinking in my head for a looooong time.

I'M SELFISH.

He said this with no prompting from myself, and after several minutes of deep after sex thoughts.

Let me enumerate the ways he is selfish. I'll start with the lesser offenses.

1. He has 2 spaces in our living room that are HIS spaces. No one else may put their items in those spaces or said items will be thrown to floor, or possibly put in the trash. He will also bitch the ENTIRE time he takes said items out of his spaces. These spaces ALSO happen to be the most convenient spaces - the stand right beside the front door, and the end table right beside the "master" chair.

2. If there is ANY food, no matter if it is something I have saved from dinner for my lunch the following day, or a dessert I've been nibbling on - to him it is free game. He will eat it, and then act offended because I'm mad that it's gone.

3. He expects me to plan my life around whatever his work and/or play schedule is. If I want to do something and I don't want to take the children, he must have a minimum of a week's notice, and reminders several times a day, every day, until the date of my excursion. If my excursion isn't household related then I get a HUGE guilty trip, and the Spanish Inquisition as to when I will be home. If I am not at home at the time I indicated or earlier, I am given the whole - Well you said you'd be home at.....

4. When we have sex - oh wait, that's for my other blog. Just be rest assured that he can be selfish in that way too.

5. If he is watching TV, and I am doing something, like reading, or laundry, or cooking dinner he acts all pissed off if I ask him to get the kids something to eat or drink. Heaven forbid he pause the tv and let me continue with what I am doing.

6. The main selfish thing he has done lately is a biggie. He has decided that since I don't want to ride Harley as much any more, we needed another "family" hobby. So he has decided that we need a rat rod. Please feel free to google this to get more information.

See, about 2 months ago, we decided that we were done living in a tube. That we wanted to build a house. I said, if we can eliminate all debt, except the car payment and the mortgage payment, we can afford to build. We'll be sitting pretty good.

He agreed. So since the first of year I have been putting $207 dollars out of each of my paychecks into a Flexible Spending account for daycare. I don't have a seperate savings account outside of our joint checking. Whenever I bring up the subject of opening one up, he freaks out, claims I'm going to leave him. He doesn't like me being able to stash money that he can't touch, etc. In all fairness, I do have access to his savings, but I only touch it upon his request.

Anyhow, we decided to take the money saved in Flexible Spending since the first of the year, and pay off one credit card. Great. We were in agreement. We also decided to track our spending for one month, so that I could create a budget so that we could stop wasting money. He thinks I'm spending it all, I think he is, and vice versa. So I said we could track it, to find out where the leaks are.

So I pay off the credit card. Now this makes our checking account balance back down to paycheck to paycheck. We used to have some cushion in it, but now it's bare bones.

As of Friday we had appx. $350 dollars in our checking account. Now he has been saving money, and taking money from his dump truck jobs and stashing it away for this rat rod.

He was aware of our financial situation. He knew how much money we had in our account. I also knew that if we really needed it, the money from his savings would be there as a back up.

Out of that $350 had to come $175 for daycare, $70 for fuel and pop for a party, $40.00 for groceries $35.00 for pizza after church, $30.00 for offering. Leaving us at exactly $0.00. And we don't get paid for 5 more days.

But did that stop him? Nope, he went and bought that damn rat rod. And I have to take my kids over to my BFF's tonight, because he is going to pick it up, and start working on it.

Yippeee.

Selfish? His picture is in the dictionary for the definition.

Time Management

All right. I wanna know how everyone else gets everything done. I freakin busted my butt yesterday after work, getting stuff packed up for the garage sale. Then I cooked dinner, and once I sat down for dinner, I was DONE! But I forced myself to get up and go to the computer to pay bills.

THEN I was really done. I didn't want to clean up after supper, I didn't want to pick up toys. I just wanted to SLEEP!!!

How does everyone keep their house in tip top shape, when mine looks like a cyclone hit it.

I have a full basket of folded laundry sitting in my living room waiting to be put away since Monday. I have 2 hampers full of dirty clothes that need to be washed. I have 4 comforters that need to go to the laundry mat because they won't fit in my washer.

I'm not even going to start on the status of my junk room and my bedroom/junk room.

All of this clutter is bringing me down. It's bad chi and I'm totally feeling it. I woke up this morning with severe pain in between my shoulder blades. It feels like I've been carrying a HUGE weight on my back - and I have.

It's the feeling of being a crap wife/mother because I can't get it all done.

So tell me, what's the trick?

I hate censoring my kids......

I tried to find an example picture to share with you, but I'm typing this at work, and it's difficult dealing with people peering over my shoulder and all of the blocked pages.

Anyhow, I was walking in the BV mall on Monday and there is a store across from Hollister. I don't know what the name of it is. But there is a HUGE picture of a guy in jeans. Which in itself isn't bad, but it was the LOW LOW jeans. I mean where it's so low they had to have airbrushed his peepee out.

Luckily I didn't have my children with me, so I was able to stare. I don't give a crap what the other people think. Of course I'm going to stare.

However, it got me thinking. What would I do/say if my kids were with me? Tell them not to look? Or let them look, and if they questioned why the man was 1/2 naked, tell them that the human body is beautiful. So then they can use that excuse when they want to be naked? And they want all of their little friends around them to be naked?

Sigh -

What am I to do? I don't want to over censor my kids, but I don't want them to be ashamed of their bodies.

What's a mom to do?

Only a little bit awkward.....

So yesterday I decided to go see my grandpa. He's in the final stages of colon and liver cancer, and his days are growing short. I try to get up at least once a week to see him.

So on my way up, my hubby calls me and says "Hey, after I'm done mowing the grass, I'm taking the kids to a car show in N. Georgetown."

Cool - I'll have some alone time to do whatever I want.

So I have my visit. Then I meet with my sister for a quick dinner, and to give her wallet back.

Then I head home, thinking I have given PLENTY of time for them to be at the car show.

Nope, I was almost home when I passed them on the road, was flagged down, and requested to join them.

What can I say? No - I was planning on touching myself lightly (hey - you gotta fit it in when you can, then reading in solitude? This is an instance where you can't really be honest.

So off we go to the car show. There I run into the first man I will have sex with if me and hubby ever break up. He's a good friend, and my kids adore him so we all stand around and chat for awhile.

Now right next door to this car show is my tall drink of water's house. He's the second person I'll have sex with if DH and I ever break up.

Ok, so his girlfriend is there, and she is, as always, dressed very cute. She's also very nice, so I like her.

However we don't really have a lot in common. We are at different places in our lives. She is at the place I WISH I was.

But my kids are eating their dinner in Tall Drink's garage. We had bought them dinner at the restaurant across the street and Tall Drink set up a table for them, and got them drinks. He loves kids.

So I'm standing there trying to make conversation. She's trying to be a polite hostess but there were a lot of awkward silences.....

It went kinda like this:

Me: So, you work at Ceder Point?

Her: Yeah...

Me: Is that full time, or seasonal.

Her: Full time, there are about 150 employees who are full time and work year round.

Me: Oh, that's pretty cool.....

Her: Yeah......

AWKWARD SILENCE

Me: So.........anything new in your life since I saw you last.

Her: No (awkward laugh)

Me: Us either, our lives are pretty boring.

AWKWARD SILENCE

Me: Well I was glad to see that you and Tall Drink are still together

Her: Yeah - we're still together

Me: That's good.

AWKWARD SILENCE

Her: I'm going to go fill up my drink.


So there was our conversation. I always thought I had good conversation skills. Apparently I need to go back to school.

Finally I might be getting back into my blogging groove

I'll admit it. I haven't felt like blogging. I didn't have anything interesting or fun, or funny to share. Being on medication kinda of makes you content. Which can really be boring.

Plus I've been making some changes in my life. I've started to walk with God again. It's a slow process, because I have A LOT of changes to make. And I only have minimal support at home. But I am determined. It's a life long walk anyhow, so why rush it?

I went to the Women of Faith conference in Cleveland this weekend. It was good. It wasn't really what I expected. I'm not really sure what I expected. More information, more praise, deeper praise. More conversation. I take that back, I had plenty of conversations. More "deep - spiritual" conversations.

Then I came home. To a very uncontent husband. We talked about our weekend. Shared what had happened. I, of course, was exhausted. So I wanted to go to bed right after the kids, since I had church in the morning. He, however, wanted to go riding. At 10:00 at night.

Ummmm...ok. If you want to, go ahead, I'm going to bed.

So I went to bed. And he went riding. Where? I don't know. How long? I don't know. Did he see anyone? Hit the bars? He didn't share, and my pride won't let me ask.

I knew soemthing was up when he woke up full of energy in the morning. Ready to go. That's not normal for him.

Then, after church, he let me nap without a word, did the dishes after supper, straightened up the living room, and was in a GREAT mood. He even rubbed my feet for me. Which is very rare.

I wonder what he felt guilty about? I wonder if I even want to know.