This, AGAIN.

Why is it that those females ( you know the ones- ones that deserve being called the "C" word)
have to start shit? ALWAYS.

Lord help me, but it's taking everything I have to not call out this trick on her bull shit.

I mean HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?
Where the hell does this bitch get the idea she needs to be making comments about shit that has NOTHING to do with her? Especially when it's a LIE?!?!

I extend a olive branch- I get NO RESPONSE, she starts more drama.
I let that shit slide- she spits in my face.

I don't know where the hell she was raised- but where I'm from, someone does that to you..
You BEAT THEIR ASS. End of story.


She should be thanking her lucky stars that I'm pregnant.
I'm gonna take my vacation- when I get back this shit needs to be over with, or I'm gonna take care of it.


***update***
Mr. M has been nice enough to get this handled before I get back.
I'm sure it will be done in the least forward way possible (ie: telling her the complete truth)
instead, opting to be nice and let her off easy.
But honestly, while I think that is the reason she acts the way she does, I will be just happy to have this "person" out of our lives for good.

BUSYYYY.

This last weekend was a doozey, and it seems to have followed into this week!
Friday was a mess- errands, driving to the airport & house sitting. Yikes.
Marcus came home on emergency leave- so made time for him.
Sunday was chill, but nice time spend with the hubby.
Monday was more running around, lunch and picking up people at the airport.
Today is Mr M's birthday, so lots for fun in store.
Going to the crab pot with friends, have an amazing cake to share...
And then get home in time to pack and get ready for my flight on Wednesday night!

I'm just trying to stay focused on the tasks at hand, and not how much I'm going to miss Mr M
while I am away.

Two weeks away should be more than enough, I have the feeling Jacob will be all sorts of pissy the whole trip- he misses his poppa everytime we spend a night away.
How do I know? I get kicked all night long.

God I adore my life. =)

Dunzo.

I'm really not having a good night- I think I need to define what "cheating" is in my book.
I guess I haven't been clear yet?

H2o?

I am happy and miffed after learning that the city water supply to our home will be un-use able all weekend.
Happy that I learned about it with plenty of time to buy supplies and prepare.
Miffed at the huge inconvenience this now makes for us.

With Mr M having to work another two days into this mess- I am left to pick up a few cases of water as well as a couple gallons to cook with if need be.
Not to mention that I now need to plan and cook enough meals (or starts for meals) so that we are not having to eat out all weekend long.
Both of us still have the lingerings of our nasty chest colds, so going out not only would be very costly- but a huge black hole for our time.

So far I am going to be making:
Beef Yakisoba and Jasmine rice
Irish Shepherds pie
Tuna Casserole with biscuit topping
and BBQ baked chicken with mashed potatoes and steamed peas.

I'll grab a frozen pizza as a quick back up as well- but that should give us plenty to eat and have more than enough for Mr M to take a couple meals to work.
Now I just need to get all the shopping and prep knocked out tonight before the faucet water turns brown....

home cooked.

I am awake, yet again.........Oh well it gives me time to plan out dinner for tonight.
I've decided to suck it up, pull out the big guns, and make my familys favorite soup.

It's a big deal for me, making this soup means a lot. It's a learned craft, perfected by my mothers.
Making this soup is a PAIN IN THE ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
So much so that once Mr M gets home I actually have to go to the store and pick up a few things.
Then comes making stock, picking the chicken, roasting the veg, and making & rolling the dough for dumplings.

All the time that gets put in to the soup can be tasted. I'm just hoping it goes over well with my hubby.
I had not planned on making this soup until fall- but I feel the need to get Mr M & I back on a healthy track and give us something that is "feel good" food.

I think I'm going to try and fit in a nap before M gets home and I get to take off.
I might pass sometime with prep... who knows.

yucky cold.

I hatehatehate being sick.

It's got to be one of the worst feelings in the world.
All I want is to cuddle with Mr M and drink some soup.

Though that's not really an option with Mr M being sick and still having to work.
It makes for a very cranky household, where the exchange of words has topped out at a meager 10.
Normally when we get sick, I suck it up and take my meds so one of us can operate on as close to normal as possible.
That is always followed by the epic battles to get Mr M to take ANY form of meds, and then lots of tucking in and cooking of hearty food for the healing process.

Flash forward to me being pregnant, and taking meds is out of the question.
Lord help me, I miss NyQuil sooooo much.
Pair this with Mr M being gone on 12+ hour shifts, and I just want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

I'm hoping to turn in early tonight (seeing as our fishy is less inclined to keep me up, poor baby must feel yucky too) and then get up to run errands and make some homemade soup for us.
Thank the father that these shifts are only 4 days long- I think if it were 5 12's we would kill each other.

Time to heat up some soup, hit the shower, then off to bed to try and get as much rest as possible.

Fingers crosses that Mr M is having an ok night. I miss my cuddle monster.

Happy freakin resurrection day.

Today feels like it could have been better (or also worse- but I'm not going for positive thinking at this point in time).

Mr M liked his Easter basket, so that made me happy.
Had a nice dinner together, very yummy.
& it's opening day for the Sox.
All very positive things.


On the other hand....
I made the great error in thinking that silly bitches can or ever will be anything more than, well.. silly dramatic bitches.
Hence new found drama among people who should not be involved.

**Note to self- never offer an olive branch to people your gut tells you not to. Chances are it's a wasted gesture and will only cause more issues.

So far I am moving on without the involvment of SB. & that is just fine with me.

Pretty sure the Lord has my back on this one. Cause we all know, Jesus hates drama.





***Update***

Less drama than could have been, still more than I like to deal with.
I'm just not a fan of skirting issues with this particular person any more than nessasary.
My biggest concern now is that I still have yet to have direct conversations with said SB, not for lack of trying- but for what seems to be a lack of willingness on thier side.
I'm all for playing nice, but I dont care to waste my time and energy on someone that, in the end, is still not a person I want to be around.
However frustrating this all is, making the effort to at least try for the good of my own happieness and that of Mr M is worth it.
I'm just not seeing this turn into a positive matter- whatever happend to "meet me half-way"?!?

Traditional?

I often find myself not understanding when people my age (or older, younger for that matter) lack what I see as "traditional" skills.

Now by no means was I raised as a "traditional" girl. Hard work, and encouragement to find our place in a working world was a huge part of how my sister and I were raised.
But between our mother and step-mother, we also learned very "womanly" tasks.

Beyond basic cooking and cleaning- sewing, child rearing, scratch baking, gift making, crafting, painting, drawing, singing, strong conversational skills, guest entertaining, letter writing and correspondence and the list goes on and on.

What I wonder is, when were these skills dismissed as not necessary for adult life?
It worries me a bit. I don't find these skills to be strictly "woman" roles, but 40 years ago it was standard to teach your children proper life skills.

Making ramen, or Mac N' Cheese is NOT cooking- but the majority of my age group know very little beyond those items.
And while being able to cook complete dinners makes me "shine" or "stand out", I often am slightly offended by the sideways complements I get for what I love doing.
I cherish these skills. They make my life more complete. I feel useful to my husband, in ways beyond sex and ordering a pizza.
Is that really so bad? Or (as I truly believe) were parents so busy rebelling against "traditional roles" and lost useful skills that they would have passed on to their children..?

It brings to mind a Gil Elvgren-esk pin-up tattoo. This cheerful "wife" in a apron holding a tray of cupcakes, with the words "in the kitchen, where I belong".

As backwards as that seems... I've spent my time in a "man's" world.... but at the end of my day, there's no where else in the world I'd rather be than in the kitchen making my hubby a cake.

I just hope more people get on board with the old school.

4.

You look at my skin
Outside what's not inside you will see
That I'll never change for authority
Cuz my ink's my mark on society
Read between these lines and you'll understand
That my ink is with me 'till the end
I'm inked 'till the end