They Come in Threes

I have an 18 year old admirer.  He asked me on a date last week.

I have a 22 year old friend.  He has subtly been trying to get in my pants for a few weeks, and now the subtlety is gone. 

I got a hug from on of my clients today.  He asked me out just before he proposed to his girlfriend last year.  Needless to say, the hug felt very awkward to me. 

I have no idea what is going on. Not at all.

I married a monster

I was talking to my mom on the phone and explaining to her that my brother couldn't bring his dog over because it would fight with our cat.  The puppy does not realize it's own strength adn a dog can kill a cat quite easily.  This would not be helped by the fact that our cat is a bitch and would antagonize the puppy until it felt the need to defend itself.

Then my husband said:

"I would take that fucking dog and stand on it's head and pull on it's back legs if it so much as looked at the cat"

I politely asked my mom to hold for a moment, told my husband he was a monster and asked him to get the fuck out of the house.

Thank You for Leaving Me

Sometimes it's nice to know that leaving you was the biggest mistake in someone's life.  I have been told this today.

It's also nice to know that it was the best thing he could have ever done for me.

Otherwise i'd be living with some drunk.  someone who would drink $150  away.  Every week.   I would weigh 400lbs.  I would be totally pathetic. My life would be over.  

Thank you for leaving me.

Trying

He's really trying.  I'm glad to see it, because I do love him.  I wouldn't have married him if I didn't.

My only concern is whether he'll keep trying if we stay together and hope to make it work.

Tomorrow is another day.  We'll wake up together, we'll eat breakfast, and we'll keep working on our gameplan.

It can't be healthy to spend so much time being angry

I don't know whether I'd rather throw myself off a bridge or throw my husband in front of a bus. I'm not entirely sure. All I know is that this marriage thing seems to be way beyond him.
No matter how hard I try, I cannot get through to him that this thing is totally on it's way out unless we do something really fucking drastic.
There are numerous issues, of course. We both feel that the distributiuon of household chores is unfair (he thinks the kitchen is always a mess, I think if he isn't going to cook the least he can do it clean). There are all the regular stupid married people issues. Of course, the greatest of these is money.
We've got about $17k in debt racked up that we need to pay off. Our highest interest credit card only has a balance of $1600, so I offered to take the meager $300 in my savings account and put it on that balance. I figured if I could pay off 20% of it in one fell swoop, we might be able to get that one paid off in just over a month and cancel it.
It seemed like the perfect solution. Have that once card gone. Cancelled. Paid off and forgotten. It would be something that we would have accomplished together that would keep us inspired to keep going.
I spent the WHOLE morning crunching numbers trying to figure out how to dig us out of this hole and guess how he ends the conversation?
"I think I'm going to have to splurge and by myself a new monitor"

I am writing this post from his computer. I am reading it ON HIS MONITOR which works fucking FINE.

Leaving

I told my husband I'm leaving him last night.  

I find it so surreal that this marriage has failed so early on.  Yet at the same time I'm mad at myself for not calling off the wedding when I knew I should have. Nine months.  We barely lasted nine months. 

He is too young.  He needs a few years to just live for himself, because that's all he knows how to do.  He doesn't know how to be a husband.  He doesn't want to learn.  I am merely another pet, like our cat.  Something he can ignore for hours on end, then come upstairs and pat on the head.  Then leave again.

This isn't the life I want for myself and I think I'm doing a disservice to us both by staying.  

I will complete school.   I will get certified.  I will get a good job and I will leave.   

In six months, it's all over.

I blame hormones

I have been having dreams lately.  The kind of dreams that cause you to make animal noises in your sleep and wake up with a pounding heart and sweaty palms.  The kind that make you need to go take a very long cold shower.

I love activities that are typically considered to be masculine.  I love when women do these activities.  I like feeling strong and powerful; it makes me feel sexy.  This is one of many reasons why I box for fun and weld in school.

I have been having dreams about the boxing gym and welding building that are positively wicked.  They are the most amazing dreams ever and they are laid down to a soundtrack of songs that I haven't heard in years.  I'm currently compiling these songs into what will be the most dangerous playlist on my ipod.  I must not listen to it while I'm driving... 

Burn, Burn, Burn

Hundreds of bars of steel.  Huge, 15' sections of them all needing to be cut in half, then into 5" lengths.

All with an oxy-acetylene torch.

God, he made it look so EASY! Just heat up the metal til it's red hot and hit the lever. Sparks will fly, slag will fall and you just slowly move across the steel.  Cut right through.  The piece will fall.  Ta-da!

Not once did he say that you will make squiggly lines, you might extinguish the flame accidentally. you'll hit the knobs with your chest if you're not careful.  If you don't cut fast enough, your piece will cool and won't cut.  If you cut too fast you won't clear the slag and it will just weld itself back together.

Keep fucking it up, keep fucking it up, keep fucking it up.  

My partner Mike gets the hang of it fast.  His cuts are a little messed up, but fairly clean.  They're quick, he's efficient.  I'm jealous.

Slag slag slag, sticking the pieces back together.  Fuck.  The little bits just won't fall off. FUCK! I'm shaking my head, I can't see through the shitty scratched goggles I pulled out of the bin. My hair won't stay tied up.  It's in my face.  Mike is patient.  He's not sure why I can't do it either, it LOOKS like we're doing the same thing.  His pieces fall, mine catch and hang by the edges that have fused back together.  It takes me FOREVER to complete a cut.

Then all of a sudden it happens.  One, long clean cut.  No wobbles, no fusion, nothing.  CLANG.  The piece hits the floor.  "NICE!" said Mike.. "Do more!"

Heat, burn, drag, CLANG.  Heat, burn, drag, CLANG.  It smells like sparklers.  It smells like fireworks.  CLANG.  Crackle, sizzle, CLANG.  It's the smell of success. 

Then Mike started fucking up.  It was pretty funny, and we agreed that only one of us can be good at a time.  We finished our cutting and dragged the huge bars back to the rack.  It felt good. It felt like work.  REAL work. Honest work.

It felt like the kind of work I could do forever. 

Biggest Loser

I would f**king beat the red team if I had the chance tonight.  What evil, evil people.

People are so stupid

The uber-catholic bimbo I mistakenly set up my husband's best friend with is obviously retarded.  Oh, and she's shallow... and hypocritical.  

Her facebook post yesterday read this:

"Dear stupid woman that sits in the front row at church, despite what you think you cannot sing. Not to mention you singing as loud as you can makes the same sound as a cat does when it's being skinned alive. God and I discussed it and both he and I think you NEED to Stop. Oh and you suck." Yesterday at 6:35pm via Facebook for iPhone 

Hrm, judge not lest ye be judged, eh? Now,  I am not a religious person but I was raised in a Christian household and also studied various religions in college.  I think that her comment is judgemental, catty, superficial and decidedly "unChristian".   Really, wouldn't any god just be happy that they were being praised, no matter WHAT the voices sounded like? I hate that bitch, I just want to smash her face in.

I'm glad I have boxing tonight.