Karma, Ex-husbands, and Current Husbands

Too bad being a douchebag doesn't kill you.  I really hope there is such a thing as karma.  Can I just add here that not one day goes by where I don't think to myself how much I hate my ex-husband? Breathe......That is all for today.  I hope all of my readers enjoy their weekend.  I have a date with my husband tonight and we are going to attempt to "connect".  Apparently "couple closeness" is one of the five most important things in a marriage.  This nugget of wisdom I learned from my wonderful marriage class that we started this week which basically told me my husband and I were in deep shit.  This was all based on some on-line assessment that we both had to take before the class.  Apparently we ranked very low and have a 'conflicted relationship'.  Here I am thinking how great it was that we are starting this "built to last" marriage class and how proactive we are being with our marriage and my husband leans over to me as I tear up over the results of our couples assessment and says, "we aren't living a love story babe."  What?? We aren't?? That was my reaction.  Well that was news to me because apparently I am living a love story. So, tonight we are off to get close and reconnect, yahoo! That usually includes drinking too much and there is usually guacamole involved.  Can't wait to reconnect!!

Adios Facebook!

Facebook has become the new Perez Hilton. What used to be a somewhat mild obsession with celebrity culture and what latest mess they have gotten themselves into, Facebook has taken over my life. Instead of obsessing over celebrities and what they are wearing, I am e-stalking people I went to high school with and seeing what they are up to. I know all about these strangers lives. I have seen their wedding pictures, pictures of their first born, know how they spent their Saturday night, and sometimes what they had for dinner. Many times, these people aren’t even my “friends” but instead they are friends of friends. I have looked through many photo albums of total complete strangers many of whom if I saw walking down the street, I would know that they are pregnant with their third girl. That is just weird. For about a year now I have been facebooking and I have amassed almost 100 friends (I am not and have never been the popular girl) but the truth is, in my “real” life, I still only have my one girlfriend that I have had since I was 7 years old. I knew that this obsession with Facebook had gone too far when this past week, a cousin of a girl I went to high school died. I wasn’t really ever friends with this girl in high school. In fact, she was popular and rich and a cheerleader. Although she was very nice, I never really knew her but for some reason or another we are friends on Facebook. Anyway, her cousin died this last week and he was my age and had a son my daughter’s age. He went up to Oregon to see his family for Christmas, got the flu and died. He was 30 years old. He left behind a beautiful wife and son. Now, I don’t know them at all but I have been obsessed with them for the past week. I have read posts to this guys wall about what a great guy he was, I have seen pictures of his kid and family, and read posts made my his brother how sad he is that his brother died. I have never handled death all that well to begin with but this whole thing made me so sad. I felt so sad for his wife and his baby. There they were trying to celebrate their son’s first Christmas and then he died. The whole story was just too much for me. I didn’t go to the funeral but I thought about it. This whole thing got me to start thinking. Does anything good come from Facebook? If I didn’t have an account I wouldn’t have known about it and then been depressed about it for the last 2 weeks. This is just one (extreme) example of me and my too much Facebooking. For example, let’s take a look down memory lane. There were the popular girls in high school who had it all. Their parents could actually afford the private school tuition (I was on financial aid), they had new cars wrapped in red bows for their 16th birthday, they always had dates, their lives just seemed easy. What is this girl up to now? Easy street! She is a stay at home mom, a home owner (they all are), with a gorgeous baby, she didn’t gain an ounce of weight, and here she is posing in her first class flight to Argentina with her 9 month old who has her own airplane seat! The popular people are all still popular and still have it easy and look great. The single girls have great jobs and hang out with their other ad exec friends going to bars and seeing bands play and have time to go to bootie bootcamp, others have babies and are going to mommy and me swim classes in their brand new minivan. The whole comparing my life to Facebook was making me depressed. I gained a shitload of weight during my pregnancy. Yeah, ok I was cute before that but I was never a skinny minny. Now, I live in the ghetto working my temp job that will hopefully become permanent, while my husband stays at home with the little one and he attempts to work from home. Ok, my husband is gorgeous, that part is true, but we are totally broke and there is nothing glamorous about that. What am I supposed to do with these 100 friends anyway? I don’t actually hang out with them. I would say maybe 5 of those have actually seen my daughter in real life, and the other 5 are family members. So 10% of my “friends” I actually know. What I have learned this last week with this poor guy’s death is that Facebook and I need a break from each other. My obsession with keeping in the know of everybody else’s life was actually ruining mine. I was focusing on what I don’t have and what I will never have which was just ruining my mood. I have already come to grips with the fact that I will never be a homeowner but I don’t need to see everyone else including high school sluts standing in their new front yards in front of the ‘sold’ sign. It is just depressing. Facebook and I are on the outs.

Five Day Work Week, WTF?

Back to work for a full five day work week. Christmas week I only worked three days and last week I was in the office only two days. I have a major hellish cold which ruined my New Year’s plans so instead my husband and I drank almond champagne that was 2 years old and listened to my mariachi neighbors light their illegal fireworks and play their tunes all night. It was a blue moon and I did have way too much Nyquil so it wasn't terrible. We did manage to stay up till 1:30 which shocked us both. My daughter is teething again which I must say sucks. She is 9 months old and has 6 teeth now. She has 4 up top and 2 on the bottom and I swear just when this teething fiasco stops and we get over it, she starts up again. So, she is bitchy and feverish and is constantly shitting her pants. It is not fun but then again I am not the parent that is at home having to deal with it and of course there is no tone of anymonisity there at all. None whatsoever. I have this death like cold and totally hit snooze when my alarm went off this morning at 5:45am and my lovely retard of a husband comes in and wakes me up at 6:30am and says, "babe aren't you going to get up? It's 6:30." Yeah, thanks a lot. He said he was busy feeding the baby. Thanks buddy. Like paying for that Sam's Club formula isn't important? Whatevs. I rolled out of bed and made it to work on time. I don't know why I rush, I am invisible here anyway. My boss didn't make it in anyway. He was stuck in a blizzard on a flight back from his vacation. Oh how I wish I could afford a vacation. Since I am technically still a fucking temp at this place, I logged into my online banking this morning to find that my glorious temp agency forgot to pay me last week. That is really great because I just wrote a check for my rent which of course is due on the first of the month. Yeah, guess who is about to bounce a check? Great. I am thirty years old and called good old dad and he rushed down to the bank and put money in my account cover the rent. Now, normally I would feel bad about that but for the record, he has never bailed me out like this (well lately he has kind of a lot, but never my rent) and until recently was the worst grandpa ever. He just now decided he liked my kid and wanted to be a part of her life, so don't think I am some spoiled brat. My dad is just as poor as me. In fact, my douche bag of an ex-husband owes my dad 100K and owes me like 40K. That is another long story. Anyway, so my New Years, sucked and my day sucked. I have this cold and really just want to go home and go to bed.


I signed up my husband and me for these marriage classes at my church. They were only $40 and it was for 6 weeks. It comes with free babysitting and I thought it would be something interesting to blog about even though no one actually reads this. My husband and I have been married for almost 2 years and have been together for 4 years and have a somewhat interesting story on how we met. I would say our marriage is pretty good. Overall I am pretty satisfied and I would say he is the one thing I don't regret in my life which is a pretty strong statement if you knew our story. I signed us for these classes because we are both divorced and although we are both not very religious if there is one thing I learned from my last marriage is that marriage takes work and that you need to constantly work on it day by day and not just when the shit hits the fan which is why I signed us up. I figure we are both happy so why not do it now when we are not hating each other? We could always work on communication. When my last marriage was going down in flames, we were past the point of working it out by the time marriage counseling even came up (he refused to go) so I figure a little tune up couldn't hurt. We will probably learn something new about each other and it's always fun to make fun of the other couples when we get in the car.