My neighbors on both sides of me happen to be single, straight men.  I’ll call them Goofy and Hopeful. 

G is extremely close to us.  He’s in his 40′s, is in a relationship but has never been married, no children and it’s pretty safe to say “Responsible” is not a word that would fit his description.  He’s got a dry sense of humor and is always talking sports and music with my husband.  Visually he’s medium built, scruffy and has a tough look about him.

H is not as close as G is to us but will take care of our dog when we’re out of town and our kids play together on the occasional weekend he has his son.  He’s the guy who would wash his car daily if he had the time.  He’s also the one who always has a bad day and has the worst luck.  He too is in his 40′s, has an average built and is for the most part clean-cut.

Sooooo, G stops by after work and cracks open a beer, chats as I cook and hubby listens.  Now I’m just listening with half an ear as they discuss sport drafts and the bands scheduled to appear at this weekends SunFest.  Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah… 

So time goes by and G looks out the window and to his eyes appear H.  immediately he says that he has to go.  I asked why he needed to leave so soon and he happened to fill me in with his Tuesday date night ritual.  He proceeds to tell me that every Tuesday night H brings dinner over to his house and they watch American Idol together.  What?  Are you kidding me?  I mean, I too watch AI but the thought of two grown, masculine men setting an entire night aside for it seems a little unbelievable to me.  I thought for sure my gullible side was taking over until my husband confirmed.  Why do I find it so wierd?  I mean if it were sports they were watching it would be a different story.  Before I could ask any questions he was out the door.  He was so excited he didn’t even finish his beer.  Just picked up and left. It’s been a couple of hours since the incident and I am obviously still thinking about it.

It was something I just had to blog about.

PS:  I wonder if they vote!

Tomorrow is a new day and I’m praying to god I have a better day and begin to think more positive about the things currently going on in my life.

For those who know me will agree that I am an easy going, patient person who gets along with everyone. So why is it that there is a person I associate with that I simply can’t stand? Well, maybe it has to do with the fact that I don’t particularly care for self centered people who take advantage of others and situations. I often think of saying something to them just so they will stop trying to talk to me. I find it extremely hard to do so though as I don’t want to come off rude. Perhaps I should politely set them aside and just tell them I don’t wish to associate with them or do I just continue to pretend to be nice? It kills me to put on an act everytime their around especially since it’s replicating the same exact thing the person does which I can’t stand. It’s so frustrating and I often find myself venting to my loved ones about it in hopes it will make me feel better. It doesn’t work though. I don’t think I’ve ever met a more annoying, obnoxious, fake, self centered person in my life and it truly disgusts me. I know it sounds harsh and I probably sound like the mean person but I honestly have never had to deal with someone like this and am confused on how to deal with it. I guess I have no choice but to suck it up and try to make the best of a really bad situation.

I bit my tongue and logged her into an online summer learning program. I opened an activity and spent a few minutes explaining what she needed to do. In 5 minutes my 3 year old caught onto the concept of operating the mousepad and clicking. It was awesome. She was on the computer going through all sorts of summer learning activities for a little over an hour.

Sunday morning was spent showing daddy what she learned the day before. It was by far one of those moments you don’t forget.

Two and a half years later I am shocked and I guess you can say he proved me wrong. Considering how todays economy is he is doing better than the average joe. I am so proud of him and glad I didn’t convince him to quit.

I still, however, hold a grudge with what he put us through and am afraid if he gets another whim he’ll do whatever he can to do it. No matter how I feel about it.

I guess a big part of life is taking chances. Perhaps I need to be more of a gambling type. Or, maybe, my husband needs to become more conservative with his decisions.

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Never in my life did I ever want a tattoo. I have a fairly large birthmark on my leg and have always felt self conscious about. So whenever anyone asked why I didn’t have a tattoo my remark would be that I have enough marks on my body I dislike and marking it up even more would be the last thing on earth I’d want to do.
So much for sticking to my words. About 4 months ago I went to a tattoo shop with my husband so he can add onto one of his tattoos. I happen to like them on guys but not a huge fan of them on chicks. Anyways, he asked if I were to get a tattoo what would it be. I described what it would be and before I knew it I was in the chair getting my ankle inked. What the heck was I thinking???? I specifically told the dude what I wanted and guess what? My ankle is permanently marked with something I visually didn’t expect and just can’t get used to. Since I’m pregnant I can’t really do anything about it right now but as soon as I’m able to it’s coming off.
Just another regret I can look back on and shake my head about…

My brother and I was brought up by my single mother.  I never heard her complain and I was completely blinded by her daily struggles.   When I got older and put two and two together I realized that she had it really tough but dealt with it and never burdened anyone else with her troubles.  She obviously got through the tough times and raised two responsible children. 

On the other hand, everyone I’ve ever known who bitched and complained about their job, marriage, childhood or even how horrible their life was in general never did anything about it except complain.  They are the type of people who think everything should be handed to them.  I’m sorry if I sound crude but I don’t care what the situation is if you put your mind to something and stick to it I truly believe you can get passed the hurdles.  If all you do is sulk you deserve to be miserable.  If you’re marriage is that bad, get a divorce.  If you don’t like your job, quit. Or if you are still dwelling over childhood experiences, you should talk to a professional. 

Don’t get me wrong, everyone complains including myself.  The difference between me and a “complainer” is I do something about it.  When I complained about my dogs the other day I moved their food and water bowls to an area of the house it won’t make such a big mess.  When I graduated high school there was no money for me to go to college.  Instead of complaining about it, I worked full time and eventually put myself through it. 

If there is a will there is a way.  If you’re looking for sympathy you’ve come to the wrong place.  If what you’re looking for is a place to be inspired this is your blog.