Weekend blah's...

Hiya Stevie-my-love, how are you today?

It's Saturday, and I'm bored.  I usually look forward to FREEDOM during the weekends, because Florence is here with other people and I can just take off and go somewhere else by myself.  But today I thought, "there are so many things on our to-do list around this house, let's get productive and do them." So I felt very proactive, and productive....that is, until I mentioned my plan to my lazy husband, and my mother. They have been sabotaging my productivity ever since this morning, and don't seem to want to help me do anything. SIGH.  It's very frustrating, being a pro-active person in a re-active world.  Sometimes I wish I could just be a lemming-schlub-person who has no ambition or ability to get anything done, then I would fit right in with the rest of the world.

Laziness annoys me.  There is no excuse for it.  Sure, I like to relax every now and then too, just like everybody else...but if there are things that need to be done, (like laundry or dishes, or bill paying, or whatever), then it's my thought that you get to relax as a REWARD for doing that unpleasant chore FIRST.  Once it's done, it's done, and you can laze around all you want to.  But, get it done first.

So I'm trying to get stuff organized around here, I've put away all the Christmas decoration stuff, and moved furniture around (yesterday), so today I want things hung differently on the walls....Pete says, "Why do you want to re-hang other stuff on these walls, when we'll be moving soon to a new house?" But, I said, "Let me see the signature on the dotted line that says we will even be able to GET that house, and when it's officially OURS, then I will believe it. Until then, we are stuck in THIS house, and I'm sick of looking at the same shit every day, so I just want to change it.  I don't think that's a crime, is it?" Stupid man.  He bugs me to death sometimes. Variety is the spice of LIFE, but he doesn't seem to get it.  I've been watching HGTV again, woe is me.

He wants me to consider signing up for the Sheffield Design school in New York (online class), to learn how to become an interior designer....but yet he balks when I ask him to re-hang some pictures in different places. SIGH.  Do you feel my pain?  This existence of mine is frustrating every damned day like this, and frankly I'm fed up with him and everybody else in this house who wants to be lazy and not do anything. Today's a day I feel like running away...as far away from here as possible. (Where's that plane ticket you promised to send me)?!

Oh, and by the way, I haven't even had time yet to sit down and create the brilliant game of Journey-opoly. I know I promised it to you for your birthday, and I sincerely wanted to give it to you then, but with the way my stupid life is going right now, I just can't have any "me" time to do anything I really want to do. I knew this would happen, if I ever got married, and that's why I AVOIDED marriage!!  But here I am, smack dab in the middle of it, knowing full well this is what I was in store for, and I went ahead and did it anyway like an idiot.

If you haven't figured this out about me yet, I am the type of person who needs to "vent" about things.

So, Pete is currently upstairs in HIS office, listening to the Alan Parsons Project, while he organizes HIS stuff, but he won't bother to help me reorganize MY living room or dining room or kitchen. (I thought we shared this house and every room was OURS, but I guess I was wrong).  If it was HIS mother, his precious attention-whore pain in the ASS mother, he'd bust his ass to get her all settled in, even if it meant moving furniture around and bringing up a large t.v. for her....which is what I wanted to accomplish today for MY mom, but nooooooo.

So, screw it, and screw them all. I'm fed up.  Think I'll go shopping.

Bye for now.

Love, Rebecca