Change is Good.
I feel like absolute crap today. The weather is changing, and its about to get cold again. I've got the world's worst headache. So don't fuck with me today, or I will smite thee.
I was thinking about what to give up for Lent; I considered giving up bitching about DH and his family, but then, what the hell would I have to write about? You'd come by, and read posts about, I dunno...my sock drawer. So I nixed that idea, in the interest of keeping things interesting. I thought about giving up sex, because its one of the things I probably wouldn't miss much. Then I nixed that idea, because I'm planning a Saturday date night with DH and I better get some sweet luvin' down by the fire or else his ass is grass.
I'm at a loss. Any suggestions? Or should I just say "fuck it" and resign myself that I'm damned anyway and no amount of sacrifice or atonement will save me?
Got an email from my MIL the other day. She regularly sends me her God-squad spam mail, which I delete on sight. She called the house and asked me if I'd gotten her email, and told me to read it, because it was "beautiful". Oy vey. I go to my Trash folder and retrieve the email (because NOW I'm on the hook, and will be questioned on the content. Some story about a 21-week old fetus that grabbed a Doctor's hand....the point is, she sent it to me and both of my SILs, with a note, thanking us for "accepting God's gift of life and bringing her grandchildren into this world". If you hear wretching, that's me. As I read the note, I thought of my SILs, and I could just see the look on their faces as they read it as well. I'm wagering that we all looked about the same.
Then I hear DH on the phone, talking with his mother about her "change". This is a long story, but here are the Cliff's Notes:
Before DH and I got married, he (of course) lived with his mother. He would take his spare change and throw it into a jar, and when it was full, he'd give it to her. She would roll it and cash it (he just couldn't be bothered), and she'd keep the money. A full jar always wound up being $200-300. Right before we got married, I was at MILs house, and DH and I were having a discussion about our spare change (because I always did the same thing, only I kept MY money). MIL took DH on the side after our discussion, with tears in her eyes, and said "Son, after you're married, you'll still give me your change, won't you?" DH keeps a jar on his desk, and when its full, he empties it and gives it to his mother.
...Again, let me repeat - its like $200 in change, and he just hands it to her. That's a week's worth of food shopping money! She must have asked about it the other day, and DH said something to her like yes, he's still saving the change for her, but the jar is not yet full. When he got off the phone, he said, "My mom said for you to keep your hands off HER change".
So you see, I can't give up bitching about her for Lent. You just can't make this shit up.
OK, so yes. I've been dipping into the change jar. Mostly to be spiteful. Hell, I'm the one out of work, I need the money more than she does. Evil bitch.
And speaking of money, the bank hasn't found my money yet, nor does it look like they will. They're telling me that they need copies of the checks in order to continue the investigation; and I'm like "well, I don't have copies of the checks because YOU FUCKWADS lost my checks". I managed to reach a body at the dept of labor (no. really!), and they refuse to put a stop on the checks, or to issue me new ones. They say the bank is responsible and I should take it up with them. While they're all pointing fingers, I'm out $700. I'm definitely calling "Shame on You" or one of those other human-interest thingies you see on the news. They won't get away with this. When all this is over, I'll be moving my accounts from this piece of shit bank too. (if you were wondering which bank....well, its JP M**gan C**se. Assheads.)
The babies are doing well. They've gone through five days of chicken for dinner (and no one tried to throw up - YAY!)...we'll be starting beef tomorrow. Yes, I have to conceal it in a fair amount of pears but hey, ya do what ya gotta do. I'm debating giving the girls lamb...I'll do turkey and ham, but lamb? I mean, I won't even eat lamb, I can't stand the smell of it, not sure if I'll even attempt it with the babies. Something to think about.
Baby S. is "singing" again. There's nothing better than the sound of her waking up and singing to herself over the baby monitor. That, and the sound of her laughter...there's just nothing better in this world. I caught Baby D. singing in her swing the other day; when she saw me watching her, she went back to her usual growling. She is teething her ass off, but I don't see anything new coming in. She chews on everything she can get her hands on, especially her bottles, which pisses me off, because she'd rather chew on the nipple than drink from it. It takes forever to feed her -- she's still happy to sit back and let me hold her bottle. S, on the other hand, takes the bottle from me, like "I've got this, thanks." I may try to start sippy cups with her soon. Baby D. has also figured out a new trick: her "saucer" has a little tower on it -- she's figured out how to pop the thing out of its base. If I put it back, she goes and pops it out again. We do this over and over again, and over and over she pops it out, and throws it on the floor, and gives me a look like, "I SAID I don't want it here." Lucky me, she's stubborn just like her daddy.
I was thinking about what to give up for Lent; I considered giving up bitching about DH and his family, but then, what the hell would I have to write about? You'd come by, and read posts about, I dunno...my sock drawer. So I nixed that idea, in the interest of keeping things interesting. I thought about giving up sex, because its one of the things I probably wouldn't miss much. Then I nixed that idea, because I'm planning a Saturday date night with DH and I better get some sweet luvin' down by the fire or else his ass is grass.
I'm at a loss. Any suggestions? Or should I just say "fuck it" and resign myself that I'm damned anyway and no amount of sacrifice or atonement will save me?
Got an email from my MIL the other day. She regularly sends me her God-squad spam mail, which I delete on sight. She called the house and asked me if I'd gotten her email, and told me to read it, because it was "beautiful". Oy vey. I go to my Trash folder and retrieve the email (because NOW I'm on the hook, and will be questioned on the content. Some story about a 21-week old fetus that grabbed a Doctor's hand....the point is, she sent it to me and both of my SILs, with a note, thanking us for "accepting God's gift of life and bringing her grandchildren into this world". If you hear wretching, that's me. As I read the note, I thought of my SILs, and I could just see the look on their faces as they read it as well. I'm wagering that we all looked about the same.
Then I hear DH on the phone, talking with his mother about her "change". This is a long story, but here are the Cliff's Notes:
Before DH and I got married, he (of course) lived with his mother. He would take his spare change and throw it into a jar, and when it was full, he'd give it to her. She would roll it and cash it (he just couldn't be bothered), and she'd keep the money. A full jar always wound up being $200-300. Right before we got married, I was at MILs house, and DH and I were having a discussion about our spare change (because I always did the same thing, only I kept MY money). MIL took DH on the side after our discussion, with tears in her eyes, and said "Son, after you're married, you'll still give me your change, won't you?" DH keeps a jar on his desk, and when its full, he empties it and gives it to his mother.
...Again, let me repeat - its like $200 in change, and he just hands it to her. That's a week's worth of food shopping money! She must have asked about it the other day, and DH said something to her like yes, he's still saving the change for her, but the jar is not yet full. When he got off the phone, he said, "My mom said for you to keep your hands off HER change".
So you see, I can't give up bitching about her for Lent. You just can't make this shit up.
OK, so yes. I've been dipping into the change jar. Mostly to be spiteful. Hell, I'm the one out of work, I need the money more than she does. Evil bitch.
And speaking of money, the bank hasn't found my money yet, nor does it look like they will. They're telling me that they need copies of the checks in order to continue the investigation; and I'm like "well, I don't have copies of the checks because YOU FUCKWADS lost my checks". I managed to reach a body at the dept of labor (no. really!), and they refuse to put a stop on the checks, or to issue me new ones. They say the bank is responsible and I should take it up with them. While they're all pointing fingers, I'm out $700. I'm definitely calling "Shame on You" or one of those other human-interest thingies you see on the news. They won't get away with this. When all this is over, I'll be moving my accounts from this piece of shit bank too. (if you were wondering which bank....well, its JP M**gan C**se. Assheads.)
The babies are doing well. They've gone through five days of chicken for dinner (and no one tried to throw up - YAY!)...we'll be starting beef tomorrow. Yes, I have to conceal it in a fair amount of pears but hey, ya do what ya gotta do. I'm debating giving the girls lamb...I'll do turkey and ham, but lamb? I mean, I won't even eat lamb, I can't stand the smell of it, not sure if I'll even attempt it with the babies. Something to think about.
Baby S. is "singing" again. There's nothing better than the sound of her waking up and singing to herself over the baby monitor. That, and the sound of her laughter...there's just nothing better in this world. I caught Baby D. singing in her swing the other day; when she saw me watching her, she went back to her usual growling. She is teething her ass off, but I don't see anything new coming in. She chews on everything she can get her hands on, especially her bottles, which pisses me off, because she'd rather chew on the nipple than drink from it. It takes forever to feed her -- she's still happy to sit back and let me hold her bottle. S, on the other hand, takes the bottle from me, like "I've got this, thanks." I may try to start sippy cups with her soon. Baby D. has also figured out a new trick: her "saucer" has a little tower on it -- she's figured out how to pop the thing out of its base. If I put it back, she goes and pops it out again. We do this over and over again, and over and over she pops it out, and throws it on the floor, and gives me a look like, "I SAID I don't want it here." Lucky me, she's stubborn just like her daddy.
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