Romance is dead

I have come to the conclusion that the romance in my life is dead.  I really wish it was as easy as using jumper cables or cardioverting it back into life.  But I fear it’s gone and there is no hope for it’s return.  I am not one of those mushy type of people but it  would be nice if my man would go out of his way every once in awhile.  How about a complement even if you have to lie.  Ugh.  I don’t want flowers or candy.  I just want courtesy, less cussing and maybe being more important than your beer.  Is that asking too much?  Some days I feel like I a roommate with conjugal visits.   Even those are getting fewer and fewer.  Because dear if you didn’t go to bed at 8pm before the kids you might get some more often.  I am so tired of you bitching about getting none yet I can remember the last time you really said anything nice.  You know a complement can go a long way.  I know you can do it you work in retail and know how to give nice customer service.  Just use that same sweet polite voice for you wife every now and then.  What’s even sadder I have no idea when our last date night was.  So people how the hell do you jump start your marriage?

House Horror: Man style

Even though we have signed and I still never though my husband would get on board with purchasing a house.  He was worried constantly about can we afford it?  Now that he is on board he is sucking all the fun out of this new adventure.   He has shown me at least 5 times how he plans on laying out the dog kennels and fencing.  And asking each time what do I think.  Which I learned the hard way isn’t anything he wants to hear.  I mentioned that it appeared a lot smaller than they had with the old home.  Which set him off for 2 days.  We fought over the location of the bedroom furniture.  He want nothing to cover the vents.  Which makes sense but why would I want half his stuff on my side of the room and my stuff on his side?  Makes no sense to jumble everything around to make it “fit” if it’s not functional either.  Another fight for 2 days.  Also he wasn’t happy that I wasn’t going to be awake when the grader showed up.  Hello I work nights.  What’s the difference he was at work when he showed up.  It’s like working night shift doesn’t count.  I can just sleep whenever.  WTF.  He has bitched about the location of the Dish network lines and the internet lines…blah blah blah.
What’s even weirder he just stands in the yard and stares at the house.  Even the neighbor called to ask what he was doing.  At least he is excited to help pack and take things down.  Like the under pinning, the flower garden and the fence.  Problem is he is too excited.  He tried to take the fence down weeks too early.  Hello how do you want to potty 7 dogs?  No thanks.  He just thinks he can leave them kenneled till then.  NOPE.  How would you like to stay out there with them.  He helped take things off the wall…including the kids towel rack.  Um they said it would be at least 4 weeks till we move in.  Um where are they suppose to hang the towels till then?  He also packed a lot of his clothes.  Almost too many.  I had to stop him from packing too much.  I asked him how often did he expect me to do laundry?  UGH!   I am so ready for this house to be done with!

I need a real man

WARNING THIS IS A RANT…WARNING THIS IS A RANT
WARNING THIS IS A MAN BASHING RANT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Okay I know this isn’t the 50’s and we have woman's rights and all that crap but some days all I want is my man to grow some balls and be a man.  Is that too much?  I work 36 hours one week and almost 50 the next week.  I do the anything that is related to the dentist,doctor or school appointments for the kids.  The house that we are getting?  I got the 40 pieces of papers needed to get the loan.  I looked at 30 different home by myself till I got it down to 2.  I battled with 4 different loans till I found the right one.  I am the one that takes the dogs to the vet, walk and bathe them. I vacuum, dust, spring clean the house, laundry, the bills. I am the one that gets all the gifts for Christmas, birthdays, and holidays.  I am the Easter bunny and Santa.  I take my car to get the oil change, tires rotated and parts fixed.
We do share the cooking chore.  His father takes the trash off.  He only mows when the grass is 1 foot tall.  So you would think I wouldn’t get cussed out for asking him to take the loan papers to the post office to get the postage paid. I can help that I have to sleep before I go into work. 
You would think he could take and hour and half out of his day off to take my car to get the part replaced so I could sleep because I just got home at 7am from work.  No he bitched that it wasn’t part of his plan for the day?  Part of your plan? WTF really what was your plan?  Oh you wanted to sleep before we go drop off more info on our house.  Because I needed    made you to go do the man part of the loan on your day off?  WTF  I don’t ask for him to do much so for one FREAKING time it would be nice if he would refrain from cussing and just say sure dear I would be happy to take care of that for you. 
Nothing pisses me off more than when I am cleaning the house and you disappear and reappear when it’s completed or even worse when your sitting on you ass in your recliner and after everything is done you ask what can I do.  You can go back outside before I hit you with this frying pan.
I spend my other time trying to go to the gym to stay in shape, balance time with the kids, and time with the man.
Oh and somewhere in all this woman’s work I have to make time to do my wifely duty.  When all I really want to do is smother you with your pillow…grrr
So MAN up and do the man shit.  Because you are so lacking in that dept.  Going outside and planting flowers doesn’t count.  That’s a hobby.  It would be nice for you to replace the faucet on the tub that was bought at Lowes by me 5 months ago that still hasn’t been put on.  The roof that still needs to be sealed.  The front porch mess that you make that needs to be addressed.  And don’t even get me started on cleaning your truck and car out.  Both smell like ass and nasty dog.  I have only begged, pleaded, bitched and threatened for you to get done.  Especially on your vacation where all you did was nap, ride your bike, hunt and watch the boob tube.   I was off work 2 days and did more than you did the entire week off asshole.  I only gave you that one chore to do on your vacation and you never completed.  Oh and to add to the list…I am the one that always calls, plans and pays for our vacation getaways.  Because I really don’t think you have a clue how to use the credit card or phone.

Okay I feel better…

Crush my dreams why don’t you

So like I was saying in my last blog post I am hoping to get a new place.  Not that living in a trailer is a bad thing.  Hell it’s a roof over my head.  But the whole reason I put myself through LPN school was to get a house.  I still didn’t make enough so I went through RN school and now the man is tell me that he doesn’t want to be tied down to a home.
It’s not like I am asking for a 6 bedroom 4 bathroom 100,000 dollar home.  No I just want a simple modular around 80,000 if possible.  Which means our house payment will be around 700-900 dollars.  He is having a fit.  Saying that we won’t be able to buy things or go places.
Mind you this man is a home body that goes to the beach once a year.  That’s it.  He barely spends any money I do.  Which I know I will have to cut back on things which doesn’t bother me.  I really want this house.  Is that so much to ask for?  I want to feel like my hard work paid off for something.
So now he is calling me VAIN?  Because everyone else has a house I want one.  WTF.  Um people want to eat and so do I does that make me vain too?  He told me that if the motorcycles broke down years later we won’t be able to get new ones.  Would you choose a house over a motorcycle.  To which I replied yes.  The he started ranting about how we should just sell my bike if I don’t want it.  No where in that conversation did I imply I didn’t want my bike asshole.
I just want a 3 bedroom, 2 bath house.  To call my own.  The trailer we have is almost 20 yrs. old.  It needs a lot of repairs which he doesn’t do.  He wants to fix this place up and keep living here.  Because the kids will be moving out soon and we will have plenty of room.  Yea like in um 7 yrs.  Plus this place needs minor and some major repairs.
For instance.  The carpet is the first thing that would be replace through out the whole thing.  The cabinets in the kitchen will need to be refaced due to the fact they are not real wood and the chip board can be seen.  The stove needs to be replaced along with the master bathroom tub that has a hole in it.  Yes it’s been patch but it looks like shit. 2 windows have cracks in them which need replacing.  The roof needs to be done.  That’s the major crap not painting and the minor stuff.
So why would I want to waste my hard earned money to fix up a tin can when I could put my money toward a home that appreciates not depreciates?  What does he reply to that?  After I dumb it down to him that appreciates mean it will make more money he states well It’s not like its going to write me a check later and give me money.
I just shook my head and wonder why I married a redneck that has no dreams or aspiration in life.  I worry about the breeding credentials of my dogs but not the man I married. I would say next time I will not marry for love.  But there will NEVER be a next time.  More like I will buy my house myself and live there myself.  Well my dogs will be there with me…lol

Congrats you get the Giant douche award

Okay so my husband has been an ass lately. But the last 2 weeks has earned him the giant douche award. We have been married 10 yrs. now and he has never been a jealous man. Or at least he never has acted like a jealous ass. But the ugly green eyed monster appeared . I was invited to a pool party by some female coworkers but because there might be a few males their he went bezerk. So much as I don’t want you to parade around in your bikini in front of them. Um what the hell. I look like a whale in it anyway. Plus did I mention he was invited to go? And the guy he is jealous of I swear he is gay plus he is 21 …um ewwww. He just didn’t want to go because he had to work the next day. WTH! So okay it was the first time I had really had a bikini since I lost some weight. In fact I bought it for our beach trip. So I gave him the benefit of the doubt and let it slide. Till today…when he actually got upset over a Facebook status! The night nurses went out for breakfast together. Me being the fb addict that I am posted my location from using the places tag on my phone. Tagged my coworker. Yea well 2 of them were men and he had to point out that it appeared bad to other? what others? And when have I ever given a flippy f@@k? OH! You mean YOUR nosey family my old jealous douche. Don’t worry I block them from seeing my location anyway. Oh and I notice that one of my coworker (male) untagged himself from the restaurant location. Guess his wife is a jealous green eye douche too.
***note to Giant Douche: I really don’t want another man. In fact if things go sour I plan to live single for the rest of my life.

Alcohol: it's what's for dinner

Well apparently some men cannot live without alcohol.  Of course this family always points to other members in the family because they are the “alcoholics” and the accusers are not.  No matter how much education that I have I apparently have no clue what constitutes as an alcoholic.  So blogger buddies…tell me what you think is an alcoholic?  Because I am at my wits end with this family of drunks.  One hides his booze and think no one knows that he drinks.  The other likes to raid his stash to get drink his alcohol or visits each of the family drunks to get his alcohol because heaven forbid he buy it himself. There’s another who’s girlfriend is at fault that why he drinks even more.  Now mind you she is a drunk too because many of us have had to “stop by” and pick her arse up out of the floor because she got too drunk to stand.  Not that she could walk well in the first place.  But the one that chaps my ass the most.  Is the one that doesn’t drink hard liquor.  He drinks at least 6 beers to 9 a day.  Heaven forbid its his day off because he will start at 10am and not figure out why I get pissed that it’s a little to early don’t ya think?  But what do I know?  I only see the drunks in the ER, the causes of too much alcohol over the years, the wonderful people they end up with because the smart people left their ass a long time ago.  So quit bitching that we might leave you and cheat on you.  We won’t be leaving for that reason. We are going to leave you because you cheated on us with alcohol.  You know the thing you can’t live without.  It’s the first thing on your lips in the morning and the last on you way to bed.  We are tired of the beer breath and that can glued to your hand. Sick of you not remembering conversations from the night before or just being plain mean.  We are fed up with your excuses.  Great it tastes good whoop dee do.  I love brownies but I don’t eat a pan of them every night.

I’m a Nurse NOT a Doctor

Okay about the cut on his head…does he go to the ER and get stitches? Nope why because he is stubborn and stupid. He has a 4 inch x 1/2 inch deep laceration on his head that is bleeding profusely. So since he won’t go I get to doctor him up…I clean it and i put some antibiotic ointment on it…and steri-strip it…the best i could. Hoping that it would close up. Corse I had to apply pressure in order to get the blood to stop long enough to get them applied. Which took two times. I had to redress it in the AM cause they didn’t stay well..but at least the bleeding stopped and he was still breathing and didn’t die of a concussion. Course who could sleep..not me I was checking to see if he was breathing ever so many hours.

So I told him not to take the steri strips off and not to get them wet…what does he do when he gets to work? Takes the off and applies liquid band aid…grrrr..what the hell? Can you not understand English? Fine get infected and have a great scar… it’s your body…I forgot you were one level above me on medical intelligence…a redneck doctor…