Sweety is the far superior spouse in this relationship. He does nice things for me. He’s nice to my friends. He puts up with My Crazy. And My Crazy runs deep. To the core. He is not horrified at some of the things that fall from my lips but instead deals with it. My general laziness, quirks and odd reasoning…

He’s had a couple of moment where he lost his shit but really? Any guy that can go almost 9 years with me and only lose his shit just a couple of times has a boatload of patience.

Tomorrow is his birthday and I haven’t gotten him anything. He told me something that he wanted a couple of weeks ago and it was something that would need to be ordered online and I didn’t have any money until this weekend.

I’m going to stop and get a little something on my way home from work tomorrow and just try and be nice and pleasant for awhile.

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Hanging out with Sweety at the bowling alley on Friday night was pretty nice. Well, I was having a good time until this one lady showed up. Have you ever been around someone whose voice literally makes you cringe? This woman is the only person I’ve ever met that’s affected me this way. So I told Sweety we had to go right home after he was done bowling. (Usually he stays to socialize.) I just couldn’t handle her cackling. (And dammit, if you’re reading this and you bowl with Sweety – keep your yap shut. I don’t want to have to move my bloggy home or anything.) If I had to be trapped in a room with her or the coaew – I’d choose the coaew.

Later I was thinking about it and felt bad that I’d let one human being rain on my parade. If she was a regular fixture somewhere I was then I guess I’d have to get used to her. It was just easier to leave on Friday.

Sweety and I have been out of sorts with each other for a few days now. Sweety is really awesome 99% of the time. But that other 1%? Really fucking mean. I’d seen a lot of the RFM here lately and wasn’t taking it well. I can handle the RFM if it happens sporadically. But if it happens and I can remember the last time it happened? Then it’s happening too much. I know a lot of it is work related with him so I’ve been quiet and tried to ride it out. I decided that I was tired of riding it out and threw a grenade at him last night and we’ve both been doing a lot of thinking.

One of the things he said was it annoyed him that I’d come right in from work and get on the computer until bedtime. I pointed out that I didn’t come right in and get on the computer. First I cleaned all the trash, recycling and dirty dishes up from the kitchen. By the time I’m done with that and walk into the living room to see my three sloths on the couches? I’m not about to start cleaning at 8 o’clock at night while they watch me. I want to sit in the corner on my computer and melt into the couch.

Today we rationally talked through things and we will start getting along better.

Where did we have our talk? At the dentist’s office I mentioned in the post below right after I told him about my cell phone blowing up. That gave us the giggles and we were able to move on into a conversation without anybody getting all bent out of shape. And it helped that we were in public too. Don’t want to cause a scene.

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Sweety is teaching her a new trick.

For some reason, I do not find her very threatening. He’s going to have to get her a grenade or something if he wants me to jump.

And here he is at the bowling alley with his snazzy shirt on. Heh.

I had it up on Facebook and when he saw the comment thread he asked me to take it down. He says he doesn’t mind being here but doesn’t like people talking about him on FB where I’m “friends” with people that he sees in person.

Please send me your thoughtbeams tomorrow. A friend and I are going to try out for Wheel of Fortune. I plan on getting picked, winning lots of loot and then quitting my job. I don’t have a plan B so I will be crushed if this doesn’t pan out. I’d thought they’d let you know right away if you were picked and told my friend that I was going to fling myself from her speeding car on the way home if I wasn’t chosen. She then advised me that they send you a letter. I will be haunting the mailbox.

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Got a call from my doctor. Seems that my bloodwork reveals that I am an unhealthy slug. Surprise, surprise. He wants to see me in the flesh on Friday to discuss these findings.

Sweety bowls Friday night. He just announced, “In 72 hours? I’m going to be drunk!” I chime in with, “Me too!”

No, you’re going to be on a diet. You won’t get to drink.

I’ll drink Jack Daniel’s and Diet Coke!

Do you know what that is? CALORIES! How about you have a Jack Daniel’s enema? I’ll take a swig and then blow it into your ass.

He then pantomimed the position I would assume and the angle at which he would hold his head.

The scary part? I think he was serious.

In other news, he just ate a family sized sack of Cheetos.

I hate his metabolism. Fuck you, Sweety’s metabolism. Of course, I harbor NOOOOOO ill will towards him for sitting here and eating that whole fucking sack.

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I’m implementing something new. I’m not bending over backwards to make it to the boys’ baseball games or jump to get them whatever the latest gadget is that they’re wanting. They want something or they want to go on an outing – I’m referring them to Sweety. I make them mind and do chores but they know that if they really want something that I’m the person to ask about it. I admit that I’ve been the “fun” parent because I want them to like me.

They are never going to love me like they do their parents and it’s making me tired to try and be a supermom when I’m not super or a mom. I’ve spent 8 years going out of my way to be at every game and chaperon every field trip that they needed me on.

I have discovered something more embarrassing than telling a man that you love him and he says nothing – saying it to your stepsons and they say nothing. I know they can squeak it out. I hear them tell their parents all of the time. I used to tell them that I loved them when I tucked them in at night and they never said it back so I quit saying it. A few weeks ago, I thought that was no reason to not tell them since I do. But since it’s just followed with awkward silence – I give up. I know the boys love me but it’s frustrating that I put forth as much effort in all around raising them as their mother or Sweety and I’m not the same.

Last Saturday, for the first time ever – I didn’t go to a baseball game when I would have been able to. I had company and I just really wasn’t relishing the idea of sitting at the game for 3 hours with the coaew a stone’s throw away. And the world didn’t end. The boys didn’t even wonder where I was.

This weekend’s game is going to be a dramafest. They play about an hour away and they have a wedding to be in on their stepfather’s side of the family that evening. After the game, Sweety has to meet the coaew somewhere with the boys. I know what the day will be like.

They’ll get beat in the baseball game. Sweety will be annoyed. The boys will be pissy. The coaew will be calling or texting constantly trying to find out where they are. I will be pissed off that we’re having to take them to meet her because she didn’t come to the game. It’s her time with them. Yes, she has a wedding that night but if they have time to go to the game then why the fuck can’t she take them?

So I told Sweety I didn’t want to go. I have absolutely no desire to even be around the aggravation that will ensue if the game runs into overtime or Sweety can’t meet her at the appointed time. Or if he shows up at the meeting place and she isn’t there yet.

He said that he’d like for me to go but understands why I don’t want to. And guess what? I’m not having any anxiety about this Saturday since I’m avoiding it. If I was going, I’d spend all week dreading it.

I also told Sweety that I probably won’t be going to their games if he isn’t there. I’m uncomfortable being around the coaew and even more so if Sweety isn’t around to talk to.

That flaming twatwad called him this weekend to ask what size pants did BB wear because she needed to buy him dress pants for the wedding. It wouldn’t have been so bad but BB was at her house. On the couch. Watching t.v. He didn’t want to miss the football game on t.v. to go shopping so she was calling for his pants size. WTF? How hard is it to either A) Tell him to get his ass up because he as to go or B) See what size pants are on his ass? Gah. Sweety let the call go to voicemail and didn’t bother calling back.

Maybe the next time she calls crying about money problems – he can tell her to talk to her husband about a mortgage bond. It’s nice that she’s never had a pot to piss in but always manages to hook up with someone who does.

Basically, I’ve decided if something extracurricular is going to stress me the hell out or make me want to cry then I’m not doing it.

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I so love this man of mine.

He can always make me laugh. And he laughs at me. Sometimes at some damned inappropriate stuff that I spout off just to get a reaction.

He is a fantastic father. Always has gone out of his way to make sure the boys got to play whatever sport or extracurricular activity that they are interested in. When they don’t want to – he doesn’t force it on them. (I must admit that I was secretly thrilled when LB decided to sit out a baseball season. Just that much less running to practices and games.)

There is nothing he can’t do. For real. He keeps the cars maintained, the lawn done, the pool in order and any kind of household repair or remodel that pops up is no problem. He asked my Mom to teach him how to make kimchi so he could make it for me.

He puts up with the crazy that is me. I know that I can be a handful. I totally appreciate that he hasn’t kicked me to the curb after some of the things I have done or said. Sometimes, I am a lunatic.

He writes awesome love letters. I still find them stuck in my purse or in the front seat of my car.

I adore him.

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