Wednesday, May 14, 2008

It's All About the Benjamins, Baby!

I don't really have a plan for this post, I thought I would just do like a stream of conscious type thing.  For starters, I have officially fallen off the fitness wagon, which (let's face it) I was precariously perched upon from the get-go.  I am just not a routine exercise person.  I love playing sports and hiking, but if it is something that I have to do everyday and I feel like I have to force myself to do it, I can't convince my self that it is worthwhile.  So, I am trying to find alternatives to stay active that don't include a monotonous and mandatory regime.  I am eating healthy and walk up and down the stairs as opposed to scooting down on my ass.  That's gotta count for something, right?

Now's the time in my program where I bitch about how insensitive my husband can be.  We were out to dinner the other night and I had just finished off my 2nd Ultimate Margarita.  (Mmmmmm, margarita, on the rocks, no salt)  He was blathering away about what a waste of space our spare bedroom was and that we never used it, yada yada, when I casually stated that it wouldn't be that way forever.  And, by the way, when were we going to start talking about having children?  Well, do you know what the b-stard said?  And I quote, "If you want to have a baby, you're going to have to start contributing more financially."  I was speechless!  He is the only person I know who could take a nonchalant question about the future of our family and reduce it to an economic issue that had to do with my "inadequate" income.  As if I was talking about a new TV or pair of diamond earrings, some luxury item that I would have to save-up for.  That I was asking his permission to have his child, please, please , please, I promise I'll make more money!  And he would say, "Okay dear, but only if you're good and work real hard."  I mean, WTF?  So, whatever, he tried to play it off like I misunderstood what he meant, which is his usual cop-out, but let's just say I had to wear an extra pair of socks to bed cuz damn, there was an icy chill in our house that night.
Moving on... these last two weeks have seemed to be suspended in time.  You know you're in trouble when you wake up every day of the week, including Monday, and think it's Friday.  There has just been an enormous amount of activity taking place at work, lots of things are changing or will be changing, I don't feel appreciated for all the extra work I do and to top it off, I got a verbal ass-chewing for having a bad attitude because I wouldnt bend over backwards to accommodate some last minute publicity scheme!  Gimme a freakin' break, I can't be Mary Sunshine all the time, aren't I allowed to have an off day?  It's not like I brought a machine gun to work and started gunning people down.  But, whatever, I am taking it in stride and assuring myself by standing in front of the mirror and repeating, "I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and gosh darn it, most people like me!"  
On the up side, I am hoping that in the time slot I should be working out, I will be more diligent about posting on my blog because I have come to realize it is the most affordable form of therapy I can handle.  And since I have to save every penny if I want to have the honor of bearing my husband's children, I 'll need all the help I can get!

8 comments:

MereCat said...

Men say the dumbest shit, I swear. My husband has said something similar to me as if raising children was no kind of job. To which I say, "well if it's no job, then just get somebody else to to it and I will get back to work." Upon tallying up daycare costs for two children, he realizes he can barely afford the "childcare" he currently has. Stupid bastard.

Aunt Becky said...

My husband has no internal censor, so whatever he thinks comes right the hell out.

It's charming. REALLY, it is.

*gnashes teeth*

Stefanie said...

oh no he di'int! And YOU of all people having a bad attitude? You're one of the main reasons we love your place of employment! Is there a suggestion box I can put that in?

Blue Momma said...

I don't think you EVER have enough money to have children, no matter how much money you have! So just go for it. Accidents happen, you know????

And like Merecat said, men do say the dumbest shit ever. Last night? Hubby and I were having a wonderful time playing rock band (and he was drinking beer) and he started his drunk ass ramblings and I ended up sleeping in the kiddo's room. Asshole. Anyway, I slept quite well with no one snoring!!

RhoRho said...

WHere you at?

Blondie said...
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Tommy T said...

I love you too Chookie.
I'm really flattered you write so highly about me.
Please forgive me for being concern about our future. Only trying to be prepared. I want to make sure I can provide and support a family before we start one.
In my opinion, based on the current economical situation of this country since the Great Depression (thanx Bush), the contemporary couple needs two incomes in order to provide a decent roof for a family. It's kinda tuff to come up with the money "by yourself" to cover the monthly bills and support a family, you know ladies.
But that's just my opinion. Besides I don't want to bring anyone to this world to suffer necessities.
I think that's being responsible.
I agree you don't have to be a Rockefeller to start a family, but making sure you can take care of it before you bring anyone into this world sounds good to me. Accidents's happen?....riiiight, very mature!
You definitely raise children with lot's of love, thank God that's still free last time I checked. But reality check ladies, love doesn't pay your mortgage, your kids school, college, clothing, food, toys, video games, Hanna Montana merchandise, daycare costs, etc, etc. Unfortunatelly in this planet only money does.
So go ahead girls talk shit about me for being an insensitive bastard. Right you are, stupid us all men saying the dumbest shit and paying for your bills. How dare we to be realistic and concern about such a shalow thing like money when it comes to bring someone into this world? Right?
Don't worry Chookie, even before you put this ring in my finger, I have been planning to spend the rest of my days by your side. We definitely have some chookie monkeys, you'll get your chance. But not yet, hang in there. Like Luke Skywalker said to Bib Fortuna..."be patience and you'll be rewarded"

I love you.
(your insensitive bastard)

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