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“When you’re ma…

“When you’re married, you can only be as happy as the least happy person in the relationship. ” – Rules of Engagement

This weekend was pretty wonderful, I had myself a cleaning spree, I think it feels better than a shopping spree. I had the urge to start cleaning outside as well, but I thought I’d best leave that for Aaron, I assume he does it better, and my ankle is still a little sore when I have to wear shoes.

The kitchen looks marvelous, if I do say so myself.

Aaron has informed me that his roommate is starting to notice, it was occasional at first, and just basic dishes and light scrubbing of other areas. But now I’m wiping and scrubbing everything, and actually sweeping, I hadn’t noticed that previously…. the cat hair I found from just him running through the house to the garage… It was like a full cat, and I only swept the kitchen and hallway. Hard wood flooring I might add, but it had collected. That somewhat set me off. Not my place, not my decision.

Recent events and drastic measures needed to be taken mean I get my Chasie Poop soon. Once I’ve cleaned the garage and turned it into a hang out spot, one without cigarettes since Chase won’t have that. I refuse, he can do it to his cat, but Aaron won’t smoke around Chase.

Speaking of. XD

We can’t afford to get him what he does want, so he’s smoking much less cigarettes until he can afford to buy more at a time or wait for an electronic cigarette. I’m excited, smoking less means tastier kisses or tasteless ones rather. 🙂 Thats exciting all by itself not to mention it’ll be fantastic. We’ve replaced his excess cigarettes and Dr. Pepper drinks for more expensive juices. So, he’ll be all sorts of healthier. And even though I found my 2 diets from my last purchase, he promised to rid of them somehow since even at a restaurant I can order water now. 😀

This all totally went off topic.

I cleaned all weekend, and that was fantastic, so, when it came time for Aaron and I to head downtown to watch Game of Thrones with his friend Ramone, I decided I’d stay, I didn’t feel like changing into pants and semi watching a show I’m not greatly interested in, I like it, I just don’t love it.

So, instead I stayed at Aarons, planned on giving the pups a bath, put on a show that looked interesting. Rules of Engagement.

I watched about 5 episodes, I got kind of into it. I love the different views on relationships. A married couple, a newly engaged couple, and the single dumbass. 🙂

They showed a quote in the pilot, “When you’re married, you can only be as happy as the least happy person in the relationship. ” I thought it was interesting, and absolutely true. I’ve heard happy wife is a happy life, etc. etc. But I liked that one, because its not one sided, you have no chance at happiness if your woman is angry, but women aren’t always able to be happy when their men aren’t. Unless your man is always unhappy and you’re magically used to that?

Anyways. I just really liked the quote, and how true it really is.

The show was really good, I’d continue watching it on my own time if I felt like it, which I usually don’t. Aaron puts on enough TV for us, I can’t keep up with how many different shows him and Joe watch. I enjoy having stuff to clean or other stuff to do while they continue watching their shows, I like coming in to relax and see what they’re watching whenever a new bowl is packed or a blunt is rolled. 🙂 Works perfectly fine for me, and I don’t think they mind when I clean as long as its not too loud, right?

 

Oldie But Goodie: Guy Goes Around Around Asking When People Chose To Be Straight

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Thats a DAMN good point. You’ll hear every hater say it, that they CHOSE to be gay. Well, when did you CHOOSE to be straight? I was just drawn to that brunette boy with the cute smile and confidence. That was my first crush, I just knew I was straight. What if they did the same? What if that girl really did just look over and see the prettiest girl in class and either envy her or find her beautiful. That your child could live in a straight home and still enjoy the presence of the same sex more than the other. Its not wrong. And, though you call it a choice. Its not a choice they’d ever make for themselves. It’d be easier to be straight, they know. But, thats not who they are. Can’t we just accept it? Thats who they love, thats who they crave, thats who they want. Leave them be.
I’ll do my thing, you do yours. 🙂

Day 8

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Ms. Clumsy has struck again. I’ve managed to mess up my ankle, probably just a sprain, had to have my boss wrap it up for me this morning. I’ve really got a habit of harming my left side.. I’m going to hope it stops today. I thought my balance would get better with my improved hearing? Now its worse?….

Update. I crave it… Yesterday I almost bought one, almost got a Diet Pepsi but I stayed strong. Not wanting to spend the money, my sandwich was already enough money spent and I knew I wanted a frapp later. Which I got, for only 2.35 because I wanted the extra shot of espresso. Love Happy Hour.

So, the cravings have come I’m starting to miss the taste, crave the bubbles and fizz, and the not so full feeling after drinking it. Its terrible for me, I have to quit. I want to quit. I don’t want an addiction. I’m still grateful its been this easy, at least so far.

I didn’t do any cleaning, besides putting the dishes away that Aaron had done all day. He cleaned up so much, ran a dump run and got rid of Christmas trees, an old couch and miscellaneous items. 🙂 Its nice. I greatly appreciate it, and now he has to smoke outside and not in the garage. Another plus, maybe it’ll lead to ONE less cigarette a day. That’d be lovely. Just a gradual weening. I am not to mandate, but he moved the couch, all I can do is hope he wants to smoke just THAT much less.

I am bossy. I have bossy tendencies. I like control, and hate being controlled. Its why I like cleaning his place, he hasn’t asked me too, I just want to. And as long as that continues, I’ll ask him if I can do whatever the fuck he needs done. I’ll ask about errands, laundry his and mine, all dishes, and I’ll even feed the pups and the cats. I like the housewife responsibilities as long as its my choice to do them. And, I will continue to do them.

I’ll be cleaning the tub tonight I hope, last night we had our fun, and now I can’t walk, so I’ll sit and scrub some. I’d like a clean shower for all of us. I want to scrub the whole thing down. The whole bathroom could use a good cleaning. Man cave. Man cave. >.<

Yesterday I did come to the conclusion I either can’t dance barefoot or can’t dance drunk. Either way, most definitely can’t do both…

Today I am thankful for my computer chair. 🙂

I will not have diet, I will clean, and I will save. And smoke lots because my ankle and gash don’t hurt at all when I’m baked. Yesm. 😀

You Make Me Happy

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Dawwwww, ” You make me happy”
Though I know twins means a complicated pregnancy and two of EVERYTHING, and lots more money spent, lots less sleep. I have always dreamed of having twins. Always wished I’d fall for a man that had twins in his line. I’ve met twins, but I’ve never liked a man that was a twin or that had them in their family. Just a dream, a sweet dream of your kids growing and maturing together. Growing with their best friend.
Just a pipe dream.
Twins are still absolutely wonderful, and I’d absolutely adopt twins if I had the means to and if my husband felt the same.

Twinfamy

I looked up from the kitchen island to check on the Dynamic Duo. My son sat enthralled on the floor, accenting his finger-pointing at the television screen with “Oohs” and “Aahs,” while my daughter reclined on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and cradling her stuffed Piglet.

My Son Pointing

Lately they’ve become completely obsessed with ocean life: ocean puzzles, ocean books, cheap-ass toy fishing poles with magnetic fish to “catch,” and anything involving Finding Nemo or The Little Mermaid. On this particular morning they’d begged me to put on one of their new favorite DVDs–the “Shallow Seas” episode of the Planet Earth series, which is now known in our house simply as “The Fishies.”

While they were caught up in the sheer awesomeness that is “The Fishies,” I had seized the opportunity to crack open my laptop and attend to PhD shenanigans.

Two brand new sets of lunch bags and…

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Well, hello there.

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Communication and respect are the keys to a successful relationship. If you don’t have them then you have nothing. And, when I say communication, I don’t just mean, “hey, nice weather we’re having”. I mean get down to telling the truth about your feelings and thoughts. And, don’t lie to your partner, if they truly love you they will listen to everything you say. They will support you, be there for you, and love you  with all they have and more. And have respect for one another. Respect their feelings enough to communicate. Respect them enough to give them all of yourself. Don’t just expect their respect if you do not give them any. Relationships can not be one sided, because eventually, the one giving their all may give up. If you have someone you love, stop screwing up and be the person they need. Chances are you are a…

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I’m not an ice cream cone…a cunnilingus rant

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Apparently I have been spoiled with the oral sex I’ve received up until now; I didn’t know there was such thing as bad head for women.  I guess I was living the dream life, with wonderful skilled attentive givers…ah what a life.  I recently had my first encounter with a sub par pussy eater.  Not sure if he just doesn’t know what women like or doesn’t like doing it; regardless it sucked.  I’d like to say it just wasn’t as nice as my other partners, that’s just not true; it sucked.  It was like, ‘Ah, remove yourself from down there before I lose all interest in anything sexual.’

Why do you ask?  Because it was one move, an ice cream cone lick.  No variation, no focusing on any special spots (hint hint), no swirl/twirl exciting fun.  Just a lick up, pull back, lick up, and repeat.  The fucking ice cream…

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Day 6

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I very clearly won’t be updating daily, its much too boring. It’d only be a few lines. Oh, I did well today. Moving on.

I did in fact do well this weekend. Still haven’t had any Diet Pepsi, and I’ve mostly strayed from any soda at all. I’ll be having Dr. Pepper whenever boo gets some, stealing sips is something I may never get over. But, I still get thirsty and some days, we don’t have clean water for me to drink, and I’m not THAT crazy about milk. I’ve got to get something I can keep up on. I should just bring my water purifier over. I’ll keep it filled and cold in the fridge. I’ve got that housewife habit, I’ll be able to keep it up. I’ve been keeping up on the ice for the bong since I brought my new bong home. 🙂 I can do it.

I’ve come to notice how very clumsy I am. I was clumsy before, but it seems I’ve gotten even more so. I may have made new habits to clean more, and I most desperately want to move EVERYTHING so I can sweep, mop, dust, scrub some, I want to clean the place, I want to help as much as I can. But I want to start fresh, with a clean home. And simply keep it up.

I wish I knew why I craved cleaning SO desperately. I mean, I didn’t at my own little place, and it was smaller, much smaller. Do I need a bigger project? I know I like to have projects, but maybe my place was too small, and not worth the time since I knew I didnt want to live there forever. Just maybe a year. It’ll be much less.

Ashley cleaned up our little apartment, moved my stuff…. anywhere else. Its organized. I just didn’t expect it. I mean, it was bound to happen. Its mostly her place, and my stuff is held there as storage, it still kind of annoyed me to come home to find. But, its not really my place anymore. Not really my place anymore. Maybe I should’ve asked her to cover more of the rent. I wasn’t aware I wouldn’t really be there at all, like even less than I was before. I’ve got my cute key, but no reason to go there besides to see Chase. I don’t have clothes there. Or my Xbox. I do still have all my movies and shows. Which I’m starting to miss. I really wish I could have Chase. I REALLLLLLLY wish I could have Chase. I’m not even sure she knows who I am anymore. Maybe hates me since I’m no longer their as her mommy. And that face she gives as I lock up and close the door. I just miss her. I almost cry when I go through my photos, see her as well as Boo, and Ferris. The cutie pies, gone forever.

Anyways. Day 6. Going well. I most definitely love not having a lot of Soda products in my life. And LOTS more water. 🙂 This weekend I’m going in to get my nails redone. So, I hope to keep them up as well til I no longer attempt to bite my nails. Ever again.