a rough sketch . . .

1:13 p.m.

almost all better.

talked to the hubby. very emotional and heated at times.  but as always with the two of us, there is a great break-through.

the reason i say almost all better, is because i am still here … sitting at my awful job and he sitting at his awful job.

as soon as i see his face and hug his body with all this love i have for him built up after the emotional conversation (via bluetooth while I was driving) …

then it will be all better.

So far today . . . . and its only 8:59 a.m.

Started my day at 1:30 a.m. getting woken up and NOT able to fall back to sleep until maybe 3:30 a.m.

Alarm sounded at 5:31 a.m. - snoozed it.

6:04 a.m. - argument / fight begins with my husband (a bad one, not a typical one where we resolve it in a few minutes)

6:31 a.m. - fight continues, reluctant kiss and I love you and goodbyes exchanged on both ends. (he goes to work WAY before me each morning)

6:51 a.m. - text message from husband … doesn’t help the fight

7:05 a.m. - waiting for husband to respond to my not so pleasant text message, no response.

7:07 a.m. - hop into the shower, shower curtain falls on my head upon entering.

7:37 a.m. - continue packing for a trip we’re going on tonight. over pack of course

8:04 a.m. - finish getting ready for work, not before burning the crap out of my finger straightening my hair

8:17 a.m. - clean out the car to put my dog’s crate in the back end, trip on stairs carrying the bastard upstairs . . bruised shin is on the horizon.

8:24 a.m. - accidently punch the corner of the cupboard when reaching for my tooth brush, bruising and blood already happening.

8:29 a.m. - almost in tears, still no word from my husband (its my fault too, I’m a stubborn one).

8:31 a.m. - start driving to work, almost get in a wreck by some jerk who punches the gas to get in the lane ahead of me (granted there is NO ONE behind me for miles). Honk and give him the “what the f?” hands.

8:42 a.m. - walk into my office to find 3 people hovering over my desk waiting for me with their questions and needing me for simpleton tasks they can’t figure out themselves.

9:12 a.m. - still no word from Pat.

let’s hope it gets better before it gets worse. :(

never fear

I’m still here.  We just built a fence for our house, so my dog can run free during the day, and not locked up in our bedroom.  I think she loves it.  We come home and find little dirt clumps all over the yard.  So I can just picture her prancing around with them, feeling SO proud at her find.  Of course, this pisses Patrick off something royaly.  He wants a nice clean yard and gets so frusterated that our pup is destoying it. I find it kinda cute.  Cute that Sprocket has no idea she’s doing something wrong and has had the greatest day ever running around the yard, and cute that Pat is trying to be so patient with the pup, even though he is so mad inside.

 Puts a smile on my face. 

Passive Aggressiveness

I was listening to the morning talk show today, and they were asking people what their biggest pet peeves were.

The radio people had to take a minute to think about it.

I knew mine RIGHT AWAY.

Passive aggressive people. I can’t STAND it. Tell me what the F you want, what you are thinking, whatever. Just tell me, straight up. Don’t dance around something, it only makes you look silly and pisses me off.

I respect people who are straight up and honest and to the point. It makes life a hell of a lot easier.

All I want to say to someone who has said something passive aggressive is:

“Is that a question?” or “Really?”

RARR. The passive aggressive notes and signs are the best.
For example, check out this website it is HILARIOUS!