Today is my hubs birthday. He's 42 now. And I like that about him...since I'm going to be 35 in July it's nice to know that he's always going to be older (yes I really feel like that - I'm sick).
So, for the past week I have been catering to his every wish and desire (and I actually mean that). We celebrate our birthdays for a week. We act like 5 year olds. I'm ok with this too, I think it keeps us young. If you can't look forward to your birthday and Christmas - what good is it? You know?
So there have been home made food treats, there have been small presents. There has been a surprise nearly every day. I'm actually proud that I did it every day. There was even a trip to the dairy queen for a blizzard (I got in on that treat).
The big present is a present we are splitting for both of our birthdays. We are getting an ipad. Exciting times. We might actually be catching up to the rest of the world in technology.
All of this is good. All of this makes for a great week and a great birthday for him. It makes me happy (honestly - no bull shitting here today) that he's happy. I want him to feel special. After having 3 kids pretty close together - I need him to know that he's important you know? I'm starting my summer schedule this week, and we don't see a ton of each other so I need him to have a good birthday.
here's the bitch.
He invited his mother over. AUGH. I was supposed to work tonight, but got a friend to pick up the shift for me so I could celebrate his birthday. He invited his mother before he knew I was doing that. So now I get to spend a friggen evening with my in-laws.
HELP.
Yes, I sound dramatic. But his mother drives me up one wall and down another. And in case she is not enough to make my evening super pleasant...she lives with hubs sister and so hubs sister and probably her teenage son are coming too. I'm crossing my fingers that her husband doesn't come. And I'm not joking.
Hubs brother? love him. He's adorable and sweet. His wife? I can take. We're not going to be best of friends, but she is amazing to my kids and can come over and we'll have a good time you know?
The rest of them? Can suck it.
Here's an example of how I get talked to - and yes this will sound petty, but add it up for 10 years and maybe you'll get me.
We had hubs brother and wife over for dinner and we told hubs mom. I made the comment that hubs brother likes my cooking (which he does cause he has good taste). Hubs mother said "Oh he'll eat anything". Yeah bitch? Did I hear that right?
Nothing I have ever done or said is up to her standards (which is hysterical if you met the rest of the family). I just wish she'd cut me some slack.
2 years ago for Christmas she for some reason gave me and hubs cash for our gift (not complaining but she is really into Christmas like we are...so cash was like what? I would never do that...oh well). Well, guess what. Hubs literally got twice as much as me.
WHAT?
My parents bend over backwards to make sure they spend the same (like my mom will get twitchy about $5 over on someone) on every person - including in-laws. My MIL thinks it's ok to very blatantly give me less. I knew she spent less, but wow. When you're giving cash...you really should spend the same.
This year? She gave me a christmas candle from K-mart (tag on it said $9.99 but I'm guessing sale). And she also gave me 3 generic ornaments that had my sons name written on. Not only were the written on with a marker but they were like this "son1" in quotation marks.
Yup, probably sound petty again. You can spend $5 on me. As long as you spent some time going I bet Heather would really like this. (meaning you would get me $5 worth of coffee, or a book, or something). How not to shop for me? At the dollar store, or picking up random crap that someone either gave you or you got on clearance and said - yeah she won't ever know. (I know I'm not as slow as I appear).
So wow bitter today;) Here's to wishing hubs and happy birthday and to me being able to keep my fat mouth shut (oh lord).
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Sweet Chicken - let summer begin
As I write this, I just got home from having lunch with my husband at his office. He works in the construction industry so his office is never in the same place for very long. Currently he is approximately 4 miles away from my house (YEA).
It took me 20 minutes to get home. Normally it would take me 10.
Let summer begin.
The shoobies are coming (for those of you who don't know - shoobies are tourists. They are called shoobies because they used to come for the day and pack their lunch in a shoe box. In Michigan tourist up north are called fudgies for the amount of fudge they buy.)
Anyhoo - right wrong or indifferent, this kicks off our summer season.
Now the waitress part of me? I'm actually glad. I start my 4 day week this week again...I'd rather not be super bored there (although the reality is that given my shifts I will bored for a few more weeks after this week-end). I want it to be busy. Bring on the money!
The other non-working side of me? oh lord I'm not ready for the craziness.
I drove by my grocery store on the way to hubs office. The parking lot was full. and I mean it. Cars were circling to find a spot. Bad news about this? I have to go there today. Good news about this? I ordered my groceries online this week and only have to pick them up and pay for them.
The start of summer, while good for my economy, is always dreaded and loved. I love that all the restaurants are opening again (so many of them close here). I love that we can walk up to the boardwalk and get some ice cream. I dread trying to go to Walmart (which I need to do in the next few days). I dread trying to pick up my 2 kids who are at 2 different schools today in 2 different directions on my island. I dread the fist pumping Jersey Shore wannabe's (to be clear my part of the shore is much nicer than their's:) tee hee hee).
It all starts today and it gets super serious on 4th of July week-end. It's busy and it's fierce. My island has 4 towns technically (ok 5 technically but the 5th is just township ground that was never "claimed" and the township has no business being here...long story). The year round population is somewhere around 15,000. In the summer? My 1 island, 5 miles long and no where near a mile wide in most places is being bumped up to a population of around 250,000.
That's right 250,000. That only includes this island right here. We have islands to our north that get about the same influx and 1 town to our south that may even get more.
Garden State Parkway? Forget about it.
Trying to get to Atlantic City or Philly? Bring a book you'll be stuck in traffic for a while.
Like I said - I'm not complaining THAT much. This is how our towns survive and so does my wallet.
But, it's tricky. I do a lot of shopping about an hour away...towards Philly. It's where my closest target, kohl's and bj's are. I have to be a commando super woman to plan these trips so we don't spend 3 hours getting home.
So, part of me says bring it. Bring on the summer bbq (LOVE), bring on the lazy days, bring on the drinks on the deck at work (on an inlet of the ocean - AWESOME)...but please help me survive the traffic, the crazy tourists, and the assholes.
It took me 20 minutes to get home. Normally it would take me 10.
Let summer begin.
The shoobies are coming (for those of you who don't know - shoobies are tourists. They are called shoobies because they used to come for the day and pack their lunch in a shoe box. In Michigan tourist up north are called fudgies for the amount of fudge they buy.)
Anyhoo - right wrong or indifferent, this kicks off our summer season.
Now the waitress part of me? I'm actually glad. I start my 4 day week this week again...I'd rather not be super bored there (although the reality is that given my shifts I will bored for a few more weeks after this week-end). I want it to be busy. Bring on the money!
The other non-working side of me? oh lord I'm not ready for the craziness.
I drove by my grocery store on the way to hubs office. The parking lot was full. and I mean it. Cars were circling to find a spot. Bad news about this? I have to go there today. Good news about this? I ordered my groceries online this week and only have to pick them up and pay for them.
The start of summer, while good for my economy, is always dreaded and loved. I love that all the restaurants are opening again (so many of them close here). I love that we can walk up to the boardwalk and get some ice cream. I dread trying to go to Walmart (which I need to do in the next few days). I dread trying to pick up my 2 kids who are at 2 different schools today in 2 different directions on my island. I dread the fist pumping Jersey Shore wannabe's (to be clear my part of the shore is much nicer than their's:) tee hee hee).
It all starts today and it gets super serious on 4th of July week-end. It's busy and it's fierce. My island has 4 towns technically (ok 5 technically but the 5th is just township ground that was never "claimed" and the township has no business being here...long story). The year round population is somewhere around 15,000. In the summer? My 1 island, 5 miles long and no where near a mile wide in most places is being bumped up to a population of around 250,000.
That's right 250,000. That only includes this island right here. We have islands to our north that get about the same influx and 1 town to our south that may even get more.
Garden State Parkway? Forget about it.
Trying to get to Atlantic City or Philly? Bring a book you'll be stuck in traffic for a while.
Like I said - I'm not complaining THAT much. This is how our towns survive and so does my wallet.
But, it's tricky. I do a lot of shopping about an hour away...towards Philly. It's where my closest target, kohl's and bj's are. I have to be a commando super woman to plan these trips so we don't spend 3 hours getting home.
So, part of me says bring it. Bring on the summer bbq (LOVE), bring on the lazy days, bring on the drinks on the deck at work (on an inlet of the ocean - AWESOME)...but please help me survive the traffic, the crazy tourists, and the assholes.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Working Vs Staying home
Part of me really loves this topic. Why you ask? Because. Some people (not most but some) are so friggen righteous about either choice. "I work and that makes me supermom" or "I have sacrificed and coupon 40 hours a week so I could be a good mom and stay home" (which by the way - if you're couponing 40 hours a week...why not go to work?).
Although I work still, because it's the "night" shift or because I work only 1 night a week for 6 months I am lumped in with the staying home crowd. Which is fine, but I feel the need to justify myself...I work in the summer blah blah blah.
So without judging, and without justifying myself here's a list of the give ups and receives from my little arrangement (winter work 4 pm 1 night a week usually done by 10. Summer work 4 pm 4 nights a week sometimes 5 and not done until 11-midnight).
Lunch. I gave up going out to lunch - which is something that I like. Right now I am eating tuna from a bowl with a dessert of some popcorn. In exchange? I picked up cocktails after work. I could go either way with this judgment - neither side wins.
Going to the store during working hours (*gasp* I know) or on my way home with no kids. I received going to Walmart after work in the winter (they are open until midnight) so there aren't any crowds. In the summer I will have to bust it to get there before they close but we'll see. Once again? This one might just be a draw.
Seeing my husband at work or a chance of it. We both worked in the same company and sometimes we even had an office together (although I would not work for him cause that was ugly when we tried it. Now I don't see him hardly at all in the summer. So working during the day wins that one.
Playing on the computer. I used to be able to jump on the computer at work and check email, shop, or whatever during the day (it wasn't all I did but come on - who with an office job doesn't do this?). Now? if I get caught with my phone on me or using it I should say I could potentially be fired. Seriously. Seen it happen. So working during the day wins.
Ni-Night time is my favorite time of the day. I get to spend time with hubs, get some things done that I hadn't gotten done cause I was gone all day. Ni-night time is still my favorite time of the day...but I'm done when it hits. I rarely do anything except a load of laundry at the end of my day cause I've been here all freaking day. on top of that in the summer time I miss this time of day 4 nights. So my nights off are just that. Day time work should win this one too.
Talking with adults. When I worked during the day I could talk to "adults" (And I use that term loosely) during the day. Now I can when either hubs gets home or I go to work. And, I have started having a couple of friends over once a week for "coffee" (aka bitching). I'm going to say night work with this. I have made some really awesome friends at the restaurant, and I worked in construction before. I didn't have a ton in common with the guys I worked with.
Money. Yes, on paper I made much more money working during the day. But I had to work 40 hours a week to make it. During the summer I make much more per week than I did getting a paycheck...and I'm not driving everywhere. I'm not paying someone to take care of my kids (would have been basically my whole paycheck). I enjoyed the stability of the paycheck working during the day? But I like the outcome of working at night better.
So, if you haven't caught on, I do not see one side being better. I do not see one side being a better mom or a worse mom. I see it as same but different. I don't see one or the other being a sacrifice. I see ALL mom's sacrificing...that's what we do right?
Although I work still, because it's the "night" shift or because I work only 1 night a week for 6 months I am lumped in with the staying home crowd. Which is fine, but I feel the need to justify myself...I work in the summer blah blah blah.
So without judging, and without justifying myself here's a list of the give ups and receives from my little arrangement (winter work 4 pm 1 night a week usually done by 10. Summer work 4 pm 4 nights a week sometimes 5 and not done until 11-midnight).
Lunch. I gave up going out to lunch - which is something that I like. Right now I am eating tuna from a bowl with a dessert of some popcorn. In exchange? I picked up cocktails after work. I could go either way with this judgment - neither side wins.
Going to the store during working hours (*gasp* I know) or on my way home with no kids. I received going to Walmart after work in the winter (they are open until midnight) so there aren't any crowds. In the summer I will have to bust it to get there before they close but we'll see. Once again? This one might just be a draw.
Seeing my husband at work or a chance of it. We both worked in the same company and sometimes we even had an office together (although I would not work for him cause that was ugly when we tried it. Now I don't see him hardly at all in the summer. So working during the day wins that one.
Playing on the computer. I used to be able to jump on the computer at work and check email, shop, or whatever during the day (it wasn't all I did but come on - who with an office job doesn't do this?). Now? if I get caught with my phone on me or using it I should say I could potentially be fired. Seriously. Seen it happen. So working during the day wins.
Ni-Night time is my favorite time of the day. I get to spend time with hubs, get some things done that I hadn't gotten done cause I was gone all day. Ni-night time is still my favorite time of the day...but I'm done when it hits. I rarely do anything except a load of laundry at the end of my day cause I've been here all freaking day. on top of that in the summer time I miss this time of day 4 nights. So my nights off are just that. Day time work should win this one too.
Talking with adults. When I worked during the day I could talk to "adults" (And I use that term loosely) during the day. Now I can when either hubs gets home or I go to work. And, I have started having a couple of friends over once a week for "coffee" (aka bitching). I'm going to say night work with this. I have made some really awesome friends at the restaurant, and I worked in construction before. I didn't have a ton in common with the guys I worked with.
Money. Yes, on paper I made much more money working during the day. But I had to work 40 hours a week to make it. During the summer I make much more per week than I did getting a paycheck...and I'm not driving everywhere. I'm not paying someone to take care of my kids (would have been basically my whole paycheck). I enjoyed the stability of the paycheck working during the day? But I like the outcome of working at night better.
So, if you haven't caught on, I do not see one side being better. I do not see one side being a better mom or a worse mom. I see it as same but different. I don't see one or the other being a sacrifice. I see ALL mom's sacrificing...that's what we do right?
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Enough Already
omg. I know I bitch a lot. But I created this little blog as an outlet of my bitching (and hoping to find the humor behind my bitching). I do not call people and demand that they actually listen to my bitching, I put it up here for the world to see...and if they don't like? They don't have to come back.
My friend Hannah is pregnant with her third child. YEA! I love babies. I'm secretly jealous of every pregnant person I know. I have delusions that a fourth would make life fun (no worries, the tubes are tied so it's not like I have an actual say in this...I think that is part of the "charm" of saying I wouldn't mind 4...I can't make it happen).
Anyhoo - Hannah is a nice enough person. Will listen (well to a point), will DEFINITELY sympathize with me, and comes up with some good one liners.
But Hannah will not shut.up. Her life is so miserable...so she says. Everything goes wrong...unless she is in charge then it might be the best ever.
She's one of those. One of those people who's kids get THE WORST COLD EVER. She gets the worst morning sickness known to man kind. She's competitive with the negative...and I hate that.
She's mildly competitive with the positive (first steps, first words) but not as much as she is with the negative.
She's not the only one I know like this, but I'm using her as my target practice today. Thankfully Hannah doesn't know that I have a blog...
Here's the story: I do not feel sorry for anyone. I do but I don't. does that make sense? I mean yes, if your parent dies, ok I feel sorry for you. Yes, I can find some sympathy for the raging bitch inside of you - I have her too. Yes, I know it sucks when the kids get sick - I can feel a little bad for you...but it stops there.
I do not need daily updates, or hourly, on how much your life sucks. Unless you got married when you were in some sort of coma, or they blindfolded you and put ear plugs in your ears and pushed you to the alter - you knew who you were marrying. (Yes, husbands can be a lot of work - but I would venture to say that most of them don't change drastically - I can talk about divorce on another day).
Unless you had some sort of immaculate conception or you woke up to your husband finishing his business which got you pregnant - you knew what you were doing.
I'll be honest...My timing between kid 2 & 3 wasn't my "choice". I would have liked them spaced out a little...but...I am fully aware of how I got pregnant and why. I can't complain about it - in fact I fixed it so it wouldn't happen to me again.
My kids are absolutely butt nuts today (today thing 2 is crying at nap time because he wants to sleep in thing 1's bed. I said go ahead. He then cried cause he wanted to sleep in his bed. I said go ahead. I have stopped going in there now). I have to say that somedays I want to hide from them. But I don't think I've ever done it. And I think I have the decency in my life to realize that I'm not the only one who feels like this, and no my kids are not the worst in the world (there are kids that like to set things on fire...thankfully those kids are not mine...yet).
And since we're talking about this, why would you want to out do someone with the negative things in your life? Why would you choose this to compete with? is it because it's all you feel you have to win with? That's ridiculous. Maybe even commitable.
I like to say we all have our own cross to bear. It's so ridiculous to think that your life is so much worse than everyone else's. I mean come on. The person I'm talking about has a home, has 2 really cute kids, has a husband who helps sometimes at least, has family nearby in case of emergencies...sorry. The boat has sailed for me. I have lost the ability to feel bad for a person that in some respects has it all.
The last stop for the complain train is here...
My friend Hannah is pregnant with her third child. YEA! I love babies. I'm secretly jealous of every pregnant person I know. I have delusions that a fourth would make life fun (no worries, the tubes are tied so it's not like I have an actual say in this...I think that is part of the "charm" of saying I wouldn't mind 4...I can't make it happen).
Anyhoo - Hannah is a nice enough person. Will listen (well to a point), will DEFINITELY sympathize with me, and comes up with some good one liners.
But Hannah will not shut.up. Her life is so miserable...so she says. Everything goes wrong...unless she is in charge then it might be the best ever.
She's one of those. One of those people who's kids get THE WORST COLD EVER. She gets the worst morning sickness known to man kind. She's competitive with the negative...and I hate that.
She's mildly competitive with the positive (first steps, first words) but not as much as she is with the negative.
She's not the only one I know like this, but I'm using her as my target practice today. Thankfully Hannah doesn't know that I have a blog...
Here's the story: I do not feel sorry for anyone. I do but I don't. does that make sense? I mean yes, if your parent dies, ok I feel sorry for you. Yes, I can find some sympathy for the raging bitch inside of you - I have her too. Yes, I know it sucks when the kids get sick - I can feel a little bad for you...but it stops there.
I do not need daily updates, or hourly, on how much your life sucks. Unless you got married when you were in some sort of coma, or they blindfolded you and put ear plugs in your ears and pushed you to the alter - you knew who you were marrying. (Yes, husbands can be a lot of work - but I would venture to say that most of them don't change drastically - I can talk about divorce on another day).
Unless you had some sort of immaculate conception or you woke up to your husband finishing his business which got you pregnant - you knew what you were doing.
I'll be honest...My timing between kid 2 & 3 wasn't my "choice". I would have liked them spaced out a little...but...I am fully aware of how I got pregnant and why. I can't complain about it - in fact I fixed it so it wouldn't happen to me again.
My kids are absolutely butt nuts today (today thing 2 is crying at nap time because he wants to sleep in thing 1's bed. I said go ahead. He then cried cause he wanted to sleep in his bed. I said go ahead. I have stopped going in there now). I have to say that somedays I want to hide from them. But I don't think I've ever done it. And I think I have the decency in my life to realize that I'm not the only one who feels like this, and no my kids are not the worst in the world (there are kids that like to set things on fire...thankfully those kids are not mine...yet).
And since we're talking about this, why would you want to out do someone with the negative things in your life? Why would you choose this to compete with? is it because it's all you feel you have to win with? That's ridiculous. Maybe even commitable.
I like to say we all have our own cross to bear. It's so ridiculous to think that your life is so much worse than everyone else's. I mean come on. The person I'm talking about has a home, has 2 really cute kids, has a husband who helps sometimes at least, has family nearby in case of emergencies...sorry. The boat has sailed for me. I have lost the ability to feel bad for a person that in some respects has it all.
The last stop for the complain train is here...
Monday, May 23, 2011
Suck it Betty Crocker
I love to cook. I love to bake. I love spending time in my kitchen in general. I have a good time. I like trying new things.
I am NOT a huge recipe follower. I'm more of a dumper when cooking (baking I follow cause you have to). So when I choose to follow a recipe to try something new, I expect it to be good.
I made 2 chicken dishes in the last couple of weeks. Followed the recipe to a t. Dotted every I. Dashed every dash of spice. Everything.
They both sucked.
To be fair, both were out of the 1971 edition of Better Homes and Gardens cookbook, not Betty. I'll get to her and her damn ways.
So in conclusion, I'm done making new chicken recipes. Both were long cooking events, both of them sucked. Bad.
For Christmas I got the original 1950 Betty Crocker cookbook. umm...what the hell was Betty doing?
I guess 1950 is when housewives were like "ooohhh look we can get that in a can now"...and now we're in a place where a lot of us (or ok me) are trying to get back to scratch. Trying to get at least some of the processing out of our food.
Betty does have some good recipes (she really does), but...she also has recipes for canned fruit pies. Really? dear lord.
Betty also has tips for how to organize your kitchen shelves and where you should place items! On top of that it tells you how to get your kids to help set the table and do your cooking for you (that I might use).
I guess it's hard to look back at that time and criticize...but I am. Those crazy housewives. No wonder people went ape shit when Julia Child came out. I think that is next on my list of things to get.
I just want some cook books that get back to reality. I will use processed foods (get serious...I'm not that much of a super hero) but I want to know how to do it from scratch. I think it's important apparently.
I am NOT a huge recipe follower. I'm more of a dumper when cooking (baking I follow cause you have to). So when I choose to follow a recipe to try something new, I expect it to be good.
I made 2 chicken dishes in the last couple of weeks. Followed the recipe to a t. Dotted every I. Dashed every dash of spice. Everything.
They both sucked.
To be fair, both were out of the 1971 edition of Better Homes and Gardens cookbook, not Betty. I'll get to her and her damn ways.
So in conclusion, I'm done making new chicken recipes. Both were long cooking events, both of them sucked. Bad.
For Christmas I got the original 1950 Betty Crocker cookbook. umm...what the hell was Betty doing?
I guess 1950 is when housewives were like "ooohhh look we can get that in a can now"...and now we're in a place where a lot of us (or ok me) are trying to get back to scratch. Trying to get at least some of the processing out of our food.
Betty does have some good recipes (she really does), but...she also has recipes for canned fruit pies. Really? dear lord.
Betty also has tips for how to organize your kitchen shelves and where you should place items! On top of that it tells you how to get your kids to help set the table and do your cooking for you (that I might use).
I guess it's hard to look back at that time and criticize...but I am. Those crazy housewives. No wonder people went ape shit when Julia Child came out. I think that is next on my list of things to get.
I just want some cook books that get back to reality. I will use processed foods (get serious...I'm not that much of a super hero) but I want to know how to do it from scratch. I think it's important apparently.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Facts
So, most of my "readers" on here know me (I'm not disillusion enough to think I have scores of people who read me just because they found me one day) but there are a few of you out there that don't. So I thought today we'd break a few facts down about me (so maybe you're more understanding about where I'm coming from).
1. I am the middle child. I actually like that about myself. It gives me an excuse for my craziness...I just blame it on middle child syndrome. I am also the only adopted kid in my family - which is weird but not really. I have an older brother and a younger sister.
2. I have been married since 2004, but with my husband since 2001.
3. I am a Michigander, but I was born in Iowa, lived briefly in North Carolina and now have been in New Jersey for 11 years now.
4. I complain about motherhood but it's the only thing I ever knew that I wanted for sure. I have never had true career desires (I can't get a degree cause I can't figure out what to do when I grow up). I knew I wanted to be a mom. I knew I wanted 3 kids. These are things that I wanted, so when I complain about them it's more tongue in cheek than anything else.
5. I actually like my job. People often look down at servers, but I like my job. It's fun and stressful, but the stress stays at work. I don't have to think about a deadline for tomorrow, just about what the specials might be. I love the pace of a restaurant. It's completely different from any place I've ever worked which include a marketing firm, a label company (like battery labels), a construction firm, and a job with the government.
6. I am a dreamer. I will never stop. I drive my husband insane. He isn't as much of a dreamer as I am. I will always want more than I have - this does not mean that I am not happy with what I have - but there is always another goal out there. I love my house, but I'd love one with a pool. That kind of thing.
7. I feel unsupported sometimes by my husband. Honestly? he's a great guy. I'm unfair to him. I complain to him about being overwhelmed by certain things and he tries to support me...and then I get pissed off at him and his support. he's in a losing battle with me. I'm working on it.
8. I have ants in my pants. I want to move away from NJ like you wouldn't believe. I don't necessarily hate it - just like moving to new places and doing new things.
9. I really do like to drink, that is not a joke. I'm not afraid to have a cocktail at the end of my day...or 3.
10. I am a horrible housekeeper. It's not a lie. In fact I am supposed to be cleaning right now. I have clothes everywhere from trying to switch out the seasons in my kids wardrobe. I have dust piles. It's not good. I'd say I'm working on it - but that's a lie, I'm sitting right here.
So there. There are some not so bitchy facts about me that may introduce you more into my world. And why I'm bitching usually.
1. I am the middle child. I actually like that about myself. It gives me an excuse for my craziness...I just blame it on middle child syndrome. I am also the only adopted kid in my family - which is weird but not really. I have an older brother and a younger sister.
2. I have been married since 2004, but with my husband since 2001.
3. I am a Michigander, but I was born in Iowa, lived briefly in North Carolina and now have been in New Jersey for 11 years now.
4. I complain about motherhood but it's the only thing I ever knew that I wanted for sure. I have never had true career desires (I can't get a degree cause I can't figure out what to do when I grow up). I knew I wanted to be a mom. I knew I wanted 3 kids. These are things that I wanted, so when I complain about them it's more tongue in cheek than anything else.
5. I actually like my job. People often look down at servers, but I like my job. It's fun and stressful, but the stress stays at work. I don't have to think about a deadline for tomorrow, just about what the specials might be. I love the pace of a restaurant. It's completely different from any place I've ever worked which include a marketing firm, a label company (like battery labels), a construction firm, and a job with the government.
6. I am a dreamer. I will never stop. I drive my husband insane. He isn't as much of a dreamer as I am. I will always want more than I have - this does not mean that I am not happy with what I have - but there is always another goal out there. I love my house, but I'd love one with a pool. That kind of thing.
7. I feel unsupported sometimes by my husband. Honestly? he's a great guy. I'm unfair to him. I complain to him about being overwhelmed by certain things and he tries to support me...and then I get pissed off at him and his support. he's in a losing battle with me. I'm working on it.
8. I have ants in my pants. I want to move away from NJ like you wouldn't believe. I don't necessarily hate it - just like moving to new places and doing new things.
9. I really do like to drink, that is not a joke. I'm not afraid to have a cocktail at the end of my day...or 3.
10. I am a horrible housekeeper. It's not a lie. In fact I am supposed to be cleaning right now. I have clothes everywhere from trying to switch out the seasons in my kids wardrobe. I have dust piles. It's not good. I'd say I'm working on it - but that's a lie, I'm sitting right here.
So there. There are some not so bitchy facts about me that may introduce you more into my world. And why I'm bitching usually.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Need Help
ok so I'm trying to make a facebook page to go with this blog...here's the problem...it won't accept "the best of the bitch" as a name (duh I don't know why).
So since Facebook is going all PC on me...what should I put? help me!
So since Facebook is going all PC on me...what should I put? help me!
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