So dear readers, do you remember the saga of Big Brother Figure (BBF) and Evil Ho Bag (EHB)?
Now tell me, what would be the appropriate behaviour for someone who left their husband a few months ago, continued to live spending his money as if there was no tomorrow (in another country) and partying up a storm. But then, decided that you may have run out of money need a place to stay made a mistake and wanted your husband back?
Please select from the following answers:
Would you…
- Use the last of your money to fly to your hubby and beg his forgiveness?
- Call him, on the phone, crying your eyes out, tell him what a stupid slapper you’ve been and beg him to take you back?
- Ignore him for 2 months straight, then send him a TEXT MESSAGE saying that you THINK you made a MISTAKE and that you THINK what the two of you had was NOT THAT BAD AFTERALL.
Which would you do? Given that situation?
Which one of those options do you think is the most appropriate given what happened back then?
Which one do you think EHB did?
Flabbergasted is not a good enough word for how I feel right now.
But then I suppose it IS none of my business.
However, I did promise BBF that from now on he would only get my full true and honest opinion about any given situation, which is why I guess he emailed me last night to tell me what had happened. So I gave him exactly that. My full true and honest opinion.
Any guesses as to what *that* might have been?
What should his response be?
- Be spineless and take her back?
- Tell her to rack off?
- Tell her to make sure her rv insurance is up to date because she can take her (insert sarcasm here) comedy act on the road and drive the hell out his life?
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I don’t talk about these two little angels enough.
Instead I talk about work, I talk about guys, I talk about marriage issues.
Daily rhubarb.
Yanno?
Just look at the cuteness factor here.
I am by nature, the kind of person who seeks silver linings everywhere. I don’t think that this blog has been reflecting that lately, but that is who I am for most of my day to day life.
I think big, dream big, grab the proverbial bull by the horns and ride that sucker all the way to the barn.
Sure I don’t like the place that I live, but since I am still here, I do in fact make the most of what I have.
The sunshine. (Let’s ignore for the moment that I have the fan heater directed on my feet right now and my fingers are struggling to type from the cold )
My kids awesome school.
My health.
The roof over our heads.
The fact that we have enough money in the bank to buy food (though really, what is UP with the price of stuff these days, sheesh!?) and most of the other things that we need.
To happily give up the master bedroom and move our queen size bed into the kids room so that we could dismantle their bunk beds, put them both at ground level and give them a much larger playing area (and the en-suite bathroom).
It gives me great pleasure to see in my sons, their overwhelming sense of JOY and gratitude at receiving new bedding. Not computer games or toys. Bedding.
Skip threw himself onto his new Ben 10 duvet cover set and wrapped himself into the matching fleece blanket with the BIGGEST grin I’ve seen on his face in weeks.
Flip ran to his own bed and pointed excitedly, “Yook Mommy! Woody! Buzz! Wow!” at his new Toy Story 3 set and fleece.
Often as parents we see behaviour in our kids that we’d rather not. Tantrums. Tempers. Stomping and Pouting. Ungratefulness. Only to have them take you completely by surprise and let the simple joy of new bedding make your heart want to burst with pride.
It is insane how much I love them.
Everything I do, is for them.
Yes, of course I work hard for me, for our family unit, to develop my own career. That’s a given.
But when I have those moments where I’d really rather sit on the couch, and watch some mindless DIY show (Lawrence Llewellyn Bowen I miss you!), their little faces swim into focus and my motivation is renewed once more.
Where would I be without these two little souls in my life? (Yeah, I know, rich, thin and probably on a cruise ship somewhere!)
Hah. But you know what? If I was just ‘rich thin and on a cruise ship somewhere’ I’d probably be looking at the frumpy mummy with her three kids and 3 inch roots and be envying her.
Life is funny that way.
Incidentally, speaking of roots, I decided to go blonde again after nearly a year of auburny-dark blonde-light brownishness.
Plus the stylist used the ghd styling iron
Might get the MIL to send me one from the UK. Either way, when I got home and looked in the mirror again, I realised one thing…aside from the weight issues, aside from the lack of wardrobe selection, aside from all the *things* that *could be* …
…
Right now, I am happy to be me.
That, my friends, is what they call a silver lining.
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I was going to give you guys the whole long story of what transpired yesterday, but honestly, I have too much to do, can’t be bothered to re-hash it all, and frankly, it’s the principle involved that I’m interested in rather than the details.
Let’s just say that there was a event that took place yesterday.
It made me angry.
It involved the hub and I getting into an argument (well I was right wasn’t I?) and ended with me posting a status update to Facebook.
Or at least I thought it ended there.
Apparently that was just the start.
You see I had posted something to facebook, which although I didn’t specify names or people in anyway, merely voiced my frustration with the stupid situation in which we found ourselves.
Hub took major offence at what I’d written.
Major.
His argument was that:
- I was wrong (which I wasn’t)
- I had posted an update which reflected poorly on him (his argument being that since it was Sunday, anyone reading would assume I was talking about him)
- I had refused to remove it and publicly apologise (on facebook) for my incorrect statement, AND for the inflammatory remark
- I had deliberately posted something in order to get a reaction from people
My argument was that:
- I wasn’t wrong (the allen key really *didn’t* fit into the damned head of the bunk bed screw)
- I had posted an update which did not mention him, or the fact that I was even home, and thus if people assumed I was talking about him, they could easily be mistaken.
- I would not apologise publicly for anything since I did not feel I had done anything wrong, but I agreed that in the interests of diplomacy that I would remove the remark if it offended him so much.
- I had posted my status update as a method of venting, and NOT to get a response from folks, even though a few family members immediately posted tongue in cheek messages of support, and had taken it for the joke that I had intended it to be.
- I resented the fact that he was trying to censor me (and then threaten me with retaliatory status updates that were not true) and told him that if that’s the way he felt that perhaps he would like me to submit my blog posts to him for approval before publishing them. At which point he said, it was different because most of my readers don’t know me in person. Fair point. But still. I now feel muzzled as to what I may or may not post on facebook. Bloody hell.
To put you all in perspective here…this was my status update:
“Do not argue with me about the size of an Allen Key. JUST ADMIT THAT I AM RIGHT.”
Yeah, really offensive right? Only because he absolutely insisted that the allen key did fit, and that I *was* wrong. When he himself had to undo that particular screw with a star point screw driver instead. Claiming instead that the screw head must have been damaged by the people who assembled the bunk beds for us. Yes of course, ochams razer not applicable in this instance of course (insert your favourite sarcastic tone here) OBVIOUSLY it must have been damaged, rather than the OBVIOUS VISUAL CUE that it DID NOT FIT.
I maintain that in the cushy first world place that my hubby grew up, he was raised in a society where things like health and safety are taken seriously, and of course anyone assembling a bunkbed would use uniformly sized screws.
I further maintain, given that I am the person who sourced the super cheap beds, that I wouldn’t have put it past the tradey types that I bought it from to have used different sized screws and not given a damn.
So what would you do – if someone takes gross offence at something that you’ve said on facebook? Do you simply delete the comment? Do you apologise? Do you tell them to shut the hell up and mind their own business?
It’s not as if I can unfriend my own husband on facebook, and it’s not like he’s on there often, he just happened to catch my update yesterday while browsing on his phone.
I think clearly he was sensitive about the whole thing, because he’d argued so vociferously with me that I would need the allen key he was handing me, and wouldn’t believe me that it didn’t fit, EVEN after he was forced to find an alternative way to undo it, claiming it merely to be damaged.
What do you think?
For those of you wondering, allen key’s are those hexagonal shaped thingamajobs that are often used in assembling furniture etc.
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The other night, hubby was home late from work (big surprise there), and although I was rather peeved at having to face the evening madness solo, a couple of times a week, I wasn’t in as bad a mood as I could have been.
We seem to go through phases of high stress (that is hubby goes through periods of high work volume and it spirals down into all of us having a rougher time at home) and then periods of calm where everything is sunshine and roses again.
To be honest, I’m not that bothered, and hubby and I have faced much worse than just work related stress, and I’m grateful that he is excelling at his job, to the point where they’ll have a visit from say, Mr Bigshot ‘A’ from overseas head office and when introduced to hubby, they will be like, “Oh are *YOU* Mr Corporate Whizz that we’ve been hearing about?” a fact that makes me both proud and excited. Proud since they’re really thinking that it’s thanks to his amazing wife that he is as good as he is (snort), and excited because it all bodes well with our overseas plans.
But back to my story. So in light of the increased stress, the other day I took a good long look at my face in the mirror. Frankly I was terrified by what I saw, but for the most part I decided to stop worrying about the extra chin and lack of slavic cheek bones staring back at me, and focus on what I *could* work on and that was my wrinkles.
(You know the ones that you don’t really notice until you look up close and then you smile at yourself in the mirror and are horrified by how looooong it takes for them to fade, and then realise that they’re actually there to stay, and not going to fade completely anymore?)
Anyhoo, I’ve always been a Clinique girl. I *love* their products and they work brilliantly for me, but they’re just so darn expensive in this country. So I kind of lapsed into a soap and water phase for a few months. But after surveying my face I went to the shops the other day determined to find a solution, or at least *something* to help.
Basically my thought process went like this:
Hubby Gets to Shine at Work + Extra Stress for Me at Home = Me deserves some kind of expensive treat for Me.
So I went face product shopping.
I couldn’t do it.
I actually couldn’t go and spend what I’d intended to on a new facewash, toner (I like the Clinique No. 2!) and the Dramatically Different Moisturizing Lotion that Clinique are famous for and that I’m really familiar with.
I just couldn’t stomach paying *that* much for something.
So instead I went to look at Clicks for an alternative. Not that they’re any cheaper, but they do carry some cheaper brands.
I eventually settled on Nivea Visage Anti Wrinkle Day Cream with Q10 Plus -50 ml
About a week must have gone by, which brought me to the start of my post where I said the hubby came home from work.
He did the usual kiss/greeting when he came in the door, and instead of heading straight to the stove to see what was on it for dinner (he is a man driven by food), he actually stopped short.
Did a double take.
Looked at me closely.
Then he said to me, “What have you done to your face?”
Of course, I freaked, clapping my hands over my cheeks and saying, “What??! What?” fully expecting there to be like a gaping “The Mummy” style hole in my cheek that you could see my teeth through.
“No no, it’s nothing bad, it’s just that your skin looks really, really good.”
You could have knocked me over with a feather.
Not only that he had noticed a VISIBLE difference in my skin, but that there WAS AN ACTUAL VISUAL DIFFERENCE in my skin. It’s not like us women actually expect our facial products to work right !?
So suffice it to say that I’m going to go back and pick up the ‘Night’ version of this cream as well as the ‘Eye’ version too.
What face cream – moisturizer – anti-aging – anti-wrinkle stuff do you ladies use?
Do you have a favourite? Have you ever bought something really expensive only to give it up feeling like it didn’t work for you?
I’d love to hear your answers.
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Swamped at the moment so thought I’d leave you with some visuals for today rather…
..and of course it would be wrong to post a picture for Team Edward, without including one for Team Jacob…
You’re welcome!
Have a happy super delicious Monday!
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