Tuesday, February 13, 2007

FIVE THINGS

In my refrigerator:
1. Hummus that I really should throw out seeing as how it's like, over a week old. Blech!
2. Diet Lipton Green Tea with Citrus... YUM.
3. Wasabi paste in a tube.
4. Misc. fruit (mangoes, blueberries, navel oranges, apples)

5. Sake!

In my closet:
1. Lots of crap that doesn't fit my fat butt anymore
2. Lots of really cute shoes I had to have but ignore in favor of the flip flops I got on clearance for $4 at J Crew 4 or 5 years ago.
3. A file box with various important papers, i.e: tax returns, baptismal certificate, cards and notes from my husband, etc.

4. My wedding dress in a big Rubbermaid bin. I'm gonna get that cleaned an preserved one day...
5. No wire hangers, that’s for damn sure


In my purse:
1. Prada wallet... and it's even REAL!!! I luuurrrrrvvvee my Prada wallet!
2. Gate card so I can get in the STUPID gates which protect no one, by the way.
3. Metrocard. It's been living there since Christmas and makes me smile everytime I see it.

4. Tickets to the makeup event thing at Nrodstroms next month.
5. Blotting papers. I'm a greasy-faced girl.

In my car:
1. Tennis racquet. I don't know when was the last time I played!
2. Radio Transmitter for my iPod.
3. St. Christopher medal. I'm quite positive that's the only thing that saved our butts from the Ghetto mobile (if you had met it, you'd understand) and currently, my husbands seeming lack of depth perception.
4. Wet Wipes. You just never know, and it doesn't hurt to be prepared!
5. A big cardboard box FULL of brand new, never been used, packages of Making Memories 12 x 12 hanging file folders. 8 or 9 packages, to be exact. Someone wanted to buy them from me but then changed her mind after finding out that they would cost $35 to ship. Those boogers are HEAVY!

In completely unrelated news, my husband hasn't spoken a word to me in over 24 hours. See, it's this cycle... he does something that upsets, angers or frustrates me (sometimes all three), I get upset, angry, or frustrated (sometimes all three), he gets all pissy that I had the NERVE to get upset, angry, or mad (or all three) and then proceeds to give me the silent treatment. This will last until I invariably put an end to it, because the longer he ignores me and acts like a melancholy 2nd grader, the madder I will get, and eventually will blow up at him and we'll end up in a shouting match. He will eventually acquiesce his bad behavior and sheepishly promise to never give me the silent treatment again because it is not the right thing to do, and things will be peaceful again for a few months.

I'm so freaking tired of this. You can't change a man, and here it's kicking me in the butt. How can you KNOW that this is going to happen, yet still keep doing it over and over and over again? And why must I be the one to end the stand off EVERY FREAKING TIME??? Seriously, once I decided I was just not going to speak to him either and see how he liked it, and after 3 days he went and bought himself a few boxes of Kraft Macaroni & Cheese because he needed to eat and it was all he could cook at the time. I wish I was making that up. That was the straw that broke the camel's (my) back and I said (shouted) a few choice (curse) words.

I shouldn't really share why I got frustrated with him, but let's suffice to say he worries way too much about what our neighbors (who he has NEVER even seen, let alone met) think. I'm not even sure we have neighbors on that side! Life would be easier if I could just beat him over the head with the broom, I swear. Except we don't have a broom anymore, we have a dust mop. Crap.

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2 Comments:

Blogger toners said...

I like your lists and may have to do something similar on my own blog :)

I hope you and your hubby come to a truce soon! I gave up trying to figure out mine a long time ago, LOL!

8:56 AM  
Blogger Emily said...

Your frige is KILLING me. But, you will be skinny and I will be a big butt. Sorry about you and your husband :(

11:02 AM  

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