I have to say that I am sick to death of people telling me what to do and how to do things. Specifically on the fucking sick of you/it list are my sister in laws TT and HTT. They both have offered to help us move but I know them both and I know what that will involve. It will involve them telling me WHAT I should do in my own house and it will also entail them just doing what THEY want regardless of what I say. I am sick of it already and neither of them has even been to my new house! TT is the worst one. She called today and was asking me questions about my new house and then proceeded to tell me what I should do and how I should have things and saying you should put this here and that there and this should be this way. HELLO and FUCK NO! #1 She hasn’t even been in the house. #2 It’s not her house! My mother in law comes and does the same thing and dear hubby has already been told that either HE tells mommy to knock it off or I’m going to and if I do, it will not be nice!

Why do people think that they need to try to run my life?

Here’s a good one. I was told my phone/dsl company that in order to have DSL, I HAD to have a dial tone–in other words an active phone line. I went today and got my home number moved to my cell phone so I now have NO DIAL TONE but TADA, here I am. The DSL is still working! This means that the phone company LIED (shocker, NOT) when they said I had to have a dial tone to have DSL. They’re hustling people on this one big time!

Oh shit, I fucked up!

I put in to move my home phone number to my cell for my impending move to my new house. The cell company said they didn’t know how long it would take but didn’t really think that 2 weeks would be unreasonable. Wouldn’t you know it, it took 3 fucking days so now I will lose my phone and DSL too so I won’t have internet again until I move!!!!!!!!!!!

I won’t die, I swear

This television show absolutely pisses me off to no end!!! The concept of the show is good but I have to say that I am sick to death of the sex scenes in the show. It just detracts from what could be a decent show.

YUCK

I went on my usual Friday junket today and I kept thinking there was something more I needed to do but I couldn’t remember what it was.

After I got 12 miles back toward home I remembered the lawn mower belt I needed. DAMN MY BRAIN.

I have a bad case of CRS.

I decided to call and order my phone service and internet for my new house and needless to say, I am NOT HAPPY. I found out that I can get DSL at my new house but at HALF the speed I have now. That is all that is available. FUCK ME!

NOT HAPPY

This is just an age old phrase that bothers me to no end. I wonder why people confuse the physical act of having sex with the emotion of love. You either love someone or you don’t. Having sex isn’t going to create love; therefore, you cannot MAKE love.

Grrrrrrrrrrr

We closed on our new house and there was very little we were going to do other than move in. HA! Something tells me that my husband didn’t get that memo.

We KNEW (at least I thought *we* did) that we had to live with the house the way it was because it was in “move in” condition. What needed to be done really was to add a shower spout to the bathtub and move the laundry from the basement to the upstairs and THAT WAS IT! We had had some other plans but scrapped them due to funding and the fact that it didn’t *need* done. You could well live in the house the way it is.

On the day that we closed on the house, we weren’t even there for an hour before my husband went into a hissy that he just could not live with the kitchen the way it was. He couldn’t stand the walls, they were just ugly; couldn’t live the cabinets and on and on. OH MY GOD. Yes the cabinets were sparse and I agreed that we could spend a LITTLE and get a couple cabinets.

Well fuck me……….let the mushroom begin. We have bought cabinets and counter top for the cabinets, painted, bought new paneling for below the paint to cover the current paneling and if you think we’re done you’re nuts. NOW he wants a new sink base cabinet and new sink too. Ok, to be fair, he wants to use a sink that he found in the garage. It’s a nice double sink with the chrome ring BUT he has no idea how to put it in. Of course not only do you have to buy the base cabinet but you also have to buy the counter top to put the sink in and you need to have some fucking clue HOW to do this. The only way to use this sink will be to have a router to make a groove for the chrome ringed sink but he doesn’t have a router so he said he’ll just use his side grinder! I COULD CRY! I love my husband but he could fuck up a wet dream when it comes to his notions on some construction projects. You can’t use a fucking grinder in place of a router for crying out loud even I know that! IF we try to use the current sink, it will be a disaster I know it will. Not only that, but we do not have the money to do all this shit. We have way over spent already because we have to have money left to put into our current house to get it ready to sell. HE IS CLUELESS and I don’t know how to put a stop to it. In short, I can’t. I’m just suppose to write the checks and figure out how to cover bills (at 2 houses now) along with paying not one but two mortgage payments. YEAH RIGHT! I have told him we are so screwed it isn’t even funny and that was BEFORE he decided he just couldn’t live with the kitchen the way it was.

I am helpless to cut this mushroom off before it grows any further and would just as soon forget the whole thing and sell the new house and stay in the shit hole I’m in now.

I have told him that I am frustrated and I have bitched to him about the great mushrooming project and he says NOTHING……..you’d think it would be enough that he got his way and got a different house but it isn’t.

People who think that I am the only stubborn one in my marriage certainly need to think again just like they need to think again that I’m the only obsessive compulsive in my marraiage. There are of two of us and these days my husband is both of them. He’s obsessing and being just ridiculously stubborn while I am trying in vain to put on the brakes.