Missing Christmas

I miss the Christmas season. Yes, I know its only been four days since Christmas. I love decorating the house and putting up lights. I love shopping and wrapping presents. I love making cookies and listening to christmas music. I have decided, however that I don't like Christmas day. Christmas day means an end to all the things I love until the next November. I never thought I would be one to hate Christmas. But I do. It comes too fast. The day is over before you know it and then its time to put away the tree. Oh how I wish Christmas would stay a bit longer.

Bruises

I looked at my legs this morning while I was putting on lotion. I noticed two things. One, my legs are pretty hairy. I wear pants all the time but I think I should at least put in some effort to shave more than once every two weeks for Nick's sake. Two, I look like I have taken some sort of beating. I counted seven bruises on my left leg alone. I believe they are all from Mason trying to sit on me. He still thinks he weighs 15 lbs and is 1" long. I try to tell him he's no longer a lap dog. He just doesn't believe me. I almost want to wear shorts and tell people Nick beats me. He did give me a black eye after all.

On another note, Nick and all his family are off to Polar Ice (ice skating rink). Me, well, I am stuck at work. Ug. I don't know who had the bright idea of having us all come into work today. Half the staff took the day off. I am the unfortunate smuck who gets last dibs on holidays. So here I am blogging at work. If they hadn't blocked shopping, sports, or social sites I would be having a lot more fun. I think I am going to try and sneak out around 3pm. Wish me luck.

The red bowl

Ode to my red pottery barn bowl.

Nick broke you.
And I was mad.
He said it was an accident.
I think he lies.

He let me buy a whole new set.
Times two.

I feel better.
But still miss you.
And Nick still can only use
the plastic dishes.

Well you see I've been busy...

It's a good excuse, right? Truth be told its really, really slow at work this week and Nick never lets me use the computer at home. I still don't know how that works. It's my computer and I pay the bill. Whatever. A lot has happened since I last posted anything. The new house and jobby have actually been keeping me busy. Plus my husband and dog are pretty demanding to. I don't know how people with kids do it. So much has happened that I don't even know where to start. I wanted to blog about Susan. But the thought of writing about her made me want to cry. Maybe one day when I am not too emotional, I will dedicate a whole post to her and how amazing she was as a friend. I also wanted to post about Jen's wedding. My family being in town. Getting to see my Nana. Putting my good ole' Jasmin to sleep, I will probably dedicate a whole post to her too, she was a good dog. Amber's baby shower. Visiting my brother in San Antonio...the list could go on forever. A lot has happened and at the moment I don't know where to begin. Since this week will be slow, I will try and blog the last few months out. I hope people are still reading. There will be some juicy stuff on the way...not really sorry.

Gold Digger

My husband, I have found, is easily persuaded by the left, no thanks to his brother Mike. Nick seems to like the idea of social welfare programs. So I have decided to see how much he likes having someone else take his money without his say. I am going to get pregnant and have his child. By the time the baby is born, Nick will be out of school and working full time. I will quit my job. I will then fill for divorce and gain sole custody of our child. I will be awarded alimony and child support by the state. I will travel the world and live off of Nick's money. We'll see how much he likes giving away his money. Here's to welfare :)

Things inside my head

Today, being that I am trying to eat better and spend less money on gas/food, I ate in our lunch room. Gotta love lean cuisines Our lunch room is a very interesting place. Its a place where VP's and forklift operators get to mingle with one another. Its a place where, the small 12" tv projects shows like "who wants to be a millionaire" and "tmz". It always strikes me as amusing to see "tmz" on being that the guy to girl ratio at my work is 15 to 1. It's a place where you really never want to talk about the real issues plaguing our american society rather a place where you want to discuss your grandchildren or in some cases your pet's eating habits or sports. So like I said I was eating in the lunch room perusing paint samples when two of our warehouse workers began talking about politics. Oh this is going to be bad I thought to myself. Work and political ideals, no good. I try to pretend I am not listening, but of course everyone in the lunch room is listening so how could I not. So other people join in and everyone is talking about the debates blah blah blah. "Lisa, what to do you think? Who are you going to vote for?" Alfredo, one of the production guys, asks me. "Um what, oh I am not listening sorry just trying to pick out paint samples..." End of story, well my part anyway. Sometimes I think if people where to listen to the thoughts going in my head they would be horrified or just think I was kidding around. I am certainly glad God designed our bodies the way He did. Imagine thinking something and not having control of your thoughts turning into audible words. I think if this were to occur I would a) be killed on sight b) spit on c) be deported to Iran (just to teach me a lesson). I would tell you all reading this what I was thinking at the time but then I don't really want to get in trouble for my uncensored thoughts.

Meltdown

Last night I had a meltdown. I was so exhausted, tired, and upset. My husband had class last night which general goes from 6-9pm. Usually he stays at his parents after work so that he doesn't have to drive back and forth (his job is 5 mins from ASU) and then he comes home around 8:15-8:30 (his teacher apparently doesn't like to stay late). Yesterday was moving day. He left work early and some how convinced his parents into helping him. I got off work an hour early to help. By the time I got home the apt was pretty much empty, thank goodness. Nick finished packing the remainder of the living room crap (trust me its crap...we should just throw away) and then had to get ready for class. He left at 5:30ish and I started to clean. I thought I was going to kill my dog, he kept trying to eat my SOS pad that I was using to clean the oven.

At 8:30, I was exhausted. My back, my knees, my shoulders, and my arms were throbbing. My hands were raw from the bleach and hot water. I looked at the clock and started wondering where the heck my husband was. He had told me before he left that he would leave class early to help me clean. Yet it was now 8:32 and no Nick in sight. So I called and I called and I texted and I called some more. No answer, no response. What the heck? If he was still in class he would have texted me back. Was he in a car accident? Where was he? Didn't he know how tired I was? He said he would help me clean. Is he just hanging out at ASU? I am going to kill him, I thought, maybe I should call his parents and see if they have heard anything. I started to panic. He better be dead, skipping out on the cleaning, what a jerk. After 25 exhausting minutes, Nick walks in. I am now a widow. Sad. No but really. I was so mad at him. "Sorry my class went late and my cell phone died" he said as I started crying. Likely story, Mr Fuller...Likely story, Mr Fuller. In other notes, I think my menses will be here shortly and I think that I might have an anger problem because I always want to kill someone or something.