Hi Stephen,Everybody's buzzing about Jessica, your girlfriend in the red dress...at least, I just scanned through Facebook and Twitter this morning while eating my chocolate cheerios, and it seems like at least a half dozen women were commenting about it. So hey, she must be real, so you didn't make the girlfriend thing up....I'm rather glad about that, actually, and I do apologize for my last post.
I mean, on one hand, it's pathetic to make up shit about a girlfriend when you don't really HAVE one, and on the other hand, if you DO have one, but she treats you crappy, that's just as sad really. She'd BETTER treat you well, or she'll have about a half million fans hunting her down like a dog, that's all I'm sayin'. Your fans are very territorial about you. I'm not as bad, though, so you're safe with me. I do love ya, but I'm not THAT psycho.
I was rather miffed yesterday when I wrote all that. (Couldja tell)?! Yeah well, it annoyed me yesterday when Pete got all bent out of shape that my mom and I took off to Walmart to get HIS grandson a stupid birthday gift, WITHOUT HIM AND HIS MOM. I informed him that we ASKED his mother if she wanted to come along, but she said NO, she didn't have the energy to go anywhere. He said, "If I had been the one to ask her, she would have said yes." But HE was too BUSY galavanting around with his friend Donna to pick up a bed frame and store it in our barn for her----so when he returned, my mom and I took off. He was angrily berating me when we got home about it, and I finally raised my voice and said, "I didn't know how goddamned important a trip to WALMART really WAS to you, so sorry!!" He snipped back, "It's important to my MOM to get out of the house sometimes."
My next response was, "We ASKED HER to get dressed and come along, she didn't WANT TO, so it wasn't so important to HER apparently." Not only THAT, but if it was so stinking "important" for her to get OUT for awhile, HE'S GOT A MINIVAN AND A SET OF KEYS!!! Take her ass OUT somewhere, while we're gone, or hey, what about the idea of even MEETING US THERE, so that we could all go have a nice dinner someplace?!! Did he even bother to THINK about that option??? NOOOOOO, he didn't. It's fucking common sense!!!! "Hey, sorry I missed you leaving for Walmart, I'm gonna get mom up and dressed and we'll meet you there in about 40 minutes so we can get a bite to eat." THAT would have been a nice way of handling it. But nooooo, he sits home and stews about it, and then lays into me when I walk in the door. What a goddamned idiot. I married a friggin' stupid ass idiot.
Earlier in the day, while in the kitchen, I said something to Pete that he did not respond to at all. I said, "I have never had a HUSBAND before, so making some new memories of decorating a tree together would be a nice thing." Because he said he doesn't LIKE to decorate a Christmas tree, he doesn't LIKE feeling like he HAS to buy people gifts for ONE DAY, when HE feels "he gives all year long." I was complaining that I seem to be the ONLY PERSON in this house who has ANY Christmas spirit at all, but that my spirit is waning, and I'm ready to just pack everything up and put it all away.
Later on, he addressed the comment. "With my OTHER two wives, they bugged me and bugged me to spend money we didn't HAVE on gifts for people we didn't SEE for months, or HEAR FROM, or even LIKE very much---all in the name of Christmas." I said, "Did you tell them to GET A JOB?" He said, "Yes, I did. I told them NOT to spend the money on stuff like that, but they did anyway, so it left a bad taste in my mouth about Christmas." I said calmly, "You know I would get a job NOW if I could, I would have had a job since DAY ONE of knowing you, I hate sitting home in this house all day long, I'd RATHER BE in an office somewhere." He said, "Yeah, I know, and that is good to know, but I appreciate that you stay home with my mom." (Doesn't matter that I feel like a PRISONER most days). As long as HE "appreciates" it, that's all that matters, right? No problem that I'm going stir-crazy and bat-shit nuts because of her, and I'm miserable as FUCK. So then I said "So you're telling me that, based upon your two EX-wives, you won't even give up a HALF HOUR of your PRECIOUS LIFE to share with ME, your THIRD wife, to make a new memory for ME that would make ME happy?? Is that what I am hearing??" He says, "Well, it's all decorated NOW anyway, so what's the point? You've never told me this before."
GRRRRR. I was telling him this NOW, but he likes to accuse and place BLAME on something that I didn't do "before?" I told him I even went out and bought new STUFF to decorate a tree with him, to make our own, rather than just re-using MY beach-themed stuff, that I had long before I knew him. But he's just not into any of it, and frankly that leaves me feeling cold and alone. If I gotta decorate a goddamned tree BY MYSELF, and go places BY MYSELF all the time, and do things BY MYSELF that I enjoy doing, what the FUCK is the point of BEING MARRIED?????
Anyway, so I was feeling rather peeved when I sat down to write this blog last night, and hearing how your girlfriend made you sing a song that is emotionally difficult for you to do, really rubbed me the wrong way. Tell her to stop doing that kind of stuff, it's not fair to you.
So I got his stupid grandson a stupid Bey Blade for his birthday, and I'll be mailing it out today, but I'm sitting here thinking, "Divorce is definitely in my future." And that makes me feel so overwhelmingly sad. But, I see it coming. I don't think there's any way I can avoid it. When his mother dies, we are all just going to fall apart. I had a meltdown the other night, and started crying a bit, while telling him that I see this coming. I feel the pressure increasing, we are all noticing her decline increasing more and more rapidly every day, and it's getting to the point where I just want to run the fuck AWAY.
When I took my mom out shopping on Saturday morning, he texted me, "Please come back to me, I love you." I thought that was rather strange. Does he REALLY think I would take off with my mom, and NOT MY DOG TOO??!! Seriously, if I wanted to LEAVE this place, I'd drain the bank accounts, call a nursing home, dump his mom off for the day, pack my shit, get my mom and our dogs, and buy a plane ticket out of this goddamned nightmare life. So as far as I'm concerned, I'm fed up with taking care of this woman, I'm BEYOND burned out, and frankly, I really don't like the way he treats me. I deserve better than that.
That's why I had the feeling that YOU DESERVE BETTER THAN THAT too, about your girlfriend. It makes me happy to know that YOU are happy, but you deserve to be treated with respect and dignity and love....not some sort of emotional blackmail of making you sing a song that hurts your heart for something petty like that...whatever it was that you did or didn't do to upset her. That just seriously stuck in my craw as a really annoying situation.
Anyway.....enough of my stupid life....apparently for some insane reason that I don't understand, Jennifer Aniston is following ME on Twitter. I had to re-read that a few times, in my email, and I'm a bit puzzled. Obviously, it's not the REAL Jennifer Aniston, (I don't THINK it is anyway), but wow that's weird. Why the hell would SHE follow ME?!! I like her, she's not my FAVORITE actress or anything, but she's okay. What the hell would she follow ME for, though?? It's just odd. I know people make up celebrity names on Twitter and Facebook though, so it's probably just some weird 17 year old boy in his parent's basement.
Speaking of WEIRD....there's a song on the radio that just sticks in my head all the time, and I really love it, but it's got some bizarre lyrics that just kinda make you shudder.....
This song is so very cool because the music sounds like a silly ditty from the 70's or something, mixed with the badass "grunge" lyrics about shooting people....how bizarre!! What a concept!! I love it!! I crank it up in the car every time it's on the radio...(but it does make me think about Columbine, which was so horribly sad). It's a strange song, but cool.
Foster The People sing "Pumped Up Kicks"
Robert's got a quick handHe'll look around the roomHe wont tell you his planHe's got a rolled cigaretteHanging out his mouthHe's a cowboy kid
Yeah he found a six-shooter gunIn his dad's closet, in the box of fun thingsI don't even know whatBut he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/pumped-up-kicks-lyrics-foster-the-people.html ]You better run, better run, outrun my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
Daddy works a long dayHe be coming home late, and he's coming home late.And he's bringing me a surprise'cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice
I've waited for a long time.Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull triggerI reason with my cigarette,Then say, "Your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah?"
HA!!! You're hair's on fire.....that cracks me up...the song is just so STRANGE, though, I mean, you're dancing a jig, bobbling your head and enjoying the MUSIC, but the LYRICS are horrifying!!! It's the weirdest concept of a song that I've seen yet. Maybe YOU should do one like this, about the boys of Journey and how you'd like to bash their skulls against your microphone, while having upbeat, ditty-fun music playing at the same time...????
Well....I am off to shower and get ready to face another damned Monday with the Mom's.
If you ever feel like riding here on your white steed, in your white billowing pirate shirt, hair glistening in the sun, showing off your muscular physique, to RESCUE ME FROM THIS EXISTENCE, please shoot me an email first so I can put on some makeup at least. Mmk?
Love, Rebecca
I mean, on one hand, it's pathetic to make up shit about a girlfriend when you don't really HAVE one, and on the other hand, if you DO have one, but she treats you crappy, that's just as sad really. She'd BETTER treat you well, or she'll have about a half million fans hunting her down like a dog, that's all I'm sayin'. Your fans are very territorial about you. I'm not as bad, though, so you're safe with me. I do love ya, but I'm not THAT psycho.
I was rather miffed yesterday when I wrote all that. (Couldja tell)?! Yeah well, it annoyed me yesterday when Pete got all bent out of shape that my mom and I took off to Walmart to get HIS grandson a stupid birthday gift, WITHOUT HIM AND HIS MOM. I informed him that we ASKED his mother if she wanted to come along, but she said NO, she didn't have the energy to go anywhere. He said, "If I had been the one to ask her, she would have said yes." But HE was too BUSY galavanting around with his friend Donna to pick up a bed frame and store it in our barn for her----so when he returned, my mom and I took off. He was angrily berating me when we got home about it, and I finally raised my voice and said, "I didn't know how goddamned important a trip to WALMART really WAS to you, so sorry!!" He snipped back, "It's important to my MOM to get out of the house sometimes."
My next response was, "We ASKED HER to get dressed and come along, she didn't WANT TO, so it wasn't so important to HER apparently." Not only THAT, but if it was so stinking "important" for her to get OUT for awhile, HE'S GOT A MINIVAN AND A SET OF KEYS!!! Take her ass OUT somewhere, while we're gone, or hey, what about the idea of even MEETING US THERE, so that we could all go have a nice dinner someplace?!! Did he even bother to THINK about that option??? NOOOOOO, he didn't. It's fucking common sense!!!! "Hey, sorry I missed you leaving for Walmart, I'm gonna get mom up and dressed and we'll meet you there in about 40 minutes so we can get a bite to eat." THAT would have been a nice way of handling it. But nooooo, he sits home and stews about it, and then lays into me when I walk in the door. What a goddamned idiot. I married a friggin' stupid ass idiot.
Earlier in the day, while in the kitchen, I said something to Pete that he did not respond to at all. I said, "I have never had a HUSBAND before, so making some new memories of decorating a tree together would be a nice thing." Because he said he doesn't LIKE to decorate a Christmas tree, he doesn't LIKE feeling like he HAS to buy people gifts for ONE DAY, when HE feels "he gives all year long." I was complaining that I seem to be the ONLY PERSON in this house who has ANY Christmas spirit at all, but that my spirit is waning, and I'm ready to just pack everything up and put it all away.
Later on, he addressed the comment. "With my OTHER two wives, they bugged me and bugged me to spend money we didn't HAVE on gifts for people we didn't SEE for months, or HEAR FROM, or even LIKE very much---all in the name of Christmas." I said, "Did you tell them to GET A JOB?" He said, "Yes, I did. I told them NOT to spend the money on stuff like that, but they did anyway, so it left a bad taste in my mouth about Christmas." I said calmly, "You know I would get a job NOW if I could, I would have had a job since DAY ONE of knowing you, I hate sitting home in this house all day long, I'd RATHER BE in an office somewhere." He said, "Yeah, I know, and that is good to know, but I appreciate that you stay home with my mom." (Doesn't matter that I feel like a PRISONER most days). As long as HE "appreciates" it, that's all that matters, right? No problem that I'm going stir-crazy and bat-shit nuts because of her, and I'm miserable as FUCK. So then I said "So you're telling me that, based upon your two EX-wives, you won't even give up a HALF HOUR of your PRECIOUS LIFE to share with ME, your THIRD wife, to make a new memory for ME that would make ME happy?? Is that what I am hearing??" He says, "Well, it's all decorated NOW anyway, so what's the point? You've never told me this before."
GRRRRR. I was telling him this NOW, but he likes to accuse and place BLAME on something that I didn't do "before?" I told him I even went out and bought new STUFF to decorate a tree with him, to make our own, rather than just re-using MY beach-themed stuff, that I had long before I knew him. But he's just not into any of it, and frankly that leaves me feeling cold and alone. If I gotta decorate a goddamned tree BY MYSELF, and go places BY MYSELF all the time, and do things BY MYSELF that I enjoy doing, what the FUCK is the point of BEING MARRIED?????
Anyway, so I was feeling rather peeved when I sat down to write this blog last night, and hearing how your girlfriend made you sing a song that is emotionally difficult for you to do, really rubbed me the wrong way. Tell her to stop doing that kind of stuff, it's not fair to you.
So I got his stupid grandson a stupid Bey Blade for his birthday, and I'll be mailing it out today, but I'm sitting here thinking, "Divorce is definitely in my future." And that makes me feel so overwhelmingly sad. But, I see it coming. I don't think there's any way I can avoid it. When his mother dies, we are all just going to fall apart. I had a meltdown the other night, and started crying a bit, while telling him that I see this coming. I feel the pressure increasing, we are all noticing her decline increasing more and more rapidly every day, and it's getting to the point where I just want to run the fuck AWAY.
When I took my mom out shopping on Saturday morning, he texted me, "Please come back to me, I love you." I thought that was rather strange. Does he REALLY think I would take off with my mom, and NOT MY DOG TOO??!! Seriously, if I wanted to LEAVE this place, I'd drain the bank accounts, call a nursing home, dump his mom off for the day, pack my shit, get my mom and our dogs, and buy a plane ticket out of this goddamned nightmare life. So as far as I'm concerned, I'm fed up with taking care of this woman, I'm BEYOND burned out, and frankly, I really don't like the way he treats me. I deserve better than that.
That's why I had the feeling that YOU DESERVE BETTER THAN THAT too, about your girlfriend. It makes me happy to know that YOU are happy, but you deserve to be treated with respect and dignity and love....not some sort of emotional blackmail of making you sing a song that hurts your heart for something petty like that...whatever it was that you did or didn't do to upset her. That just seriously stuck in my craw as a really annoying situation.
Anyway.....enough of my stupid life....apparently for some insane reason that I don't understand, Jennifer Aniston is following ME on Twitter. I had to re-read that a few times, in my email, and I'm a bit puzzled. Obviously, it's not the REAL Jennifer Aniston, (I don't THINK it is anyway), but wow that's weird. Why the hell would SHE follow ME?!! I like her, she's not my FAVORITE actress or anything, but she's okay. What the hell would she follow ME for, though?? It's just odd. I know people make up celebrity names on Twitter and Facebook though, so it's probably just some weird 17 year old boy in his parent's basement.
Speaking of WEIRD....there's a song on the radio that just sticks in my head all the time, and I really love it, but it's got some bizarre lyrics that just kinda make you shudder.....
This song is so very cool because the music sounds like a silly ditty from the 70's or something, mixed with the badass "grunge" lyrics about shooting people....how bizarre!! What a concept!! I love it!! I crank it up in the car every time it's on the radio...(but it does make me think about Columbine, which was so horribly sad). It's a strange song, but cool.
Foster The People sing "Pumped Up Kicks"
Robert's got a quick handHe'll look around the roomHe wont tell you his planHe's got a rolled cigaretteHanging out his mouthHe's a cowboy kid
Yeah he found a six-shooter gunIn his dad's closet, in the box of fun thingsI don't even know whatBut he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/pumped-up-kicks-lyrics-foster-the-people.html ]You better run, better run, outrun my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
Daddy works a long dayHe be coming home late, and he's coming home late.And he's bringing me a surprise'cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice
I've waited for a long time.Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull triggerI reason with my cigarette,Then say, "Your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah?"
HA!!! You're hair's on fire.....that cracks me up...the song is just so STRANGE, though, I mean, you're dancing a jig, bobbling your head and enjoying the MUSIC, but the LYRICS are horrifying!!! It's the weirdest concept of a song that I've seen yet. Maybe YOU should do one like this, about the boys of Journey and how you'd like to bash their skulls against your microphone, while having upbeat, ditty-fun music playing at the same time...????
Well....I am off to shower and get ready to face another damned Monday with the Mom's.
If you ever feel like riding here on your white steed, in your white billowing pirate shirt, hair glistening in the sun, showing off your muscular physique, to RESCUE ME FROM THIS EXISTENCE, please shoot me an email first so I can put on some makeup at least. Mmk?
Love, Rebecca
Oh SCARY...by Steve Perry
ReplyDelete"You shoulda been DEAD....
knowin' how you...
made me feel,
you really shoulda been DEAD...
after all your...nasty deals....
Oh I know I was just a dreamer...
and now I'm actin' like someone else...
and we should have just killed each other...oh yeah,
Oh SCARY, our hate, Journeys on, Journeys on....oh SCARY, our hate, Journeys on...Journeys on...
Yes I'm gonna explode!!
I'll just start, hurting YOU....
you'll all be better off DEAD,
because I'm going to....fuck you up!
So my microphone machete...
will crush all your skulls in...
for makin' me choose between....
my hip and a Journey tour....
can you feel it bludgeoning you?
Choke on THAT, you rotten bastards!!
Oh SCARY, you'd better RUN,
I've got a gun, i've got a gun...
Oh SCARY, scream like a GIRL,
I'm gonna KILL your ass, KILL your ass....
But I should've killed you THEN...
for all the shit...you put me through,
yes I shoulda killed you all THEN....
So now I know....you're all dead NOW....
Oh SCARY, you're worm food now.....
WORM FOOD NOW....WORM FOOD NOW.....
oh SCARY, you're all dead now....
and I killed you all....I killed you all....
WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Now THAT's some badass lyrics to an upbeat tune!
hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe That was fun!!!! hehehehehehehe