It Could Happen - Johnny Depp

It could happen

Me: Oh Johnny! I am so happy I ran into you. You are on my gimme list!

Johnny: Gimme list? I don’t understand. Is that like a hit list?

Me: No. You silly, sexy man! It means my husband said I can sleep with you!

Johnny: OH! Cool. I have a really nice hotel suite upstairs. Let’s go!

Mobile Library

So I just have to tell you all that I just got a new E-reader (I will not mention which one, but it rhymes with book). And it is awesome! I can carry around like a whole library worth of books in my purse. I currently have about 2000 books on it and I have no idea when I am going to find the time to read them all. But to tell you the truth a lot of them I have already read.

Hubby actually bought it for me as a nice surprise present. And I was definitely surprised! I mean he typically gets mad at me when I get sucked into a book, which happens a lot, because I basically ignore him until the book is finished. But he also gets mad at me every time I walk into the house with a new bag full of books and he knows they are going to end up in piles around the house. I try to contain them all to my little corner of the bedroom, but when you have as many books as me that can be quite a challenge.

Okay, I have said enough. I am ready to go read now!

Am I the only one?

Wow! Has it really been that long since I have posted something? Can't really give a reason why. But I am here today and I have something to say.

So...maybe it is the heat. Or maybe it is the fact that I seriously need to be put on meds. But I am so freaking angry! I mean everything and everyone seems to be pissing me off lately. My poor kids can't catch a break. Chip told me this morning that I need to stop cussing at her. Holy crap! Have I been doing that? I think I have. And Hubby is just steering clear of me all together. Poor guy has gone almost 2 weeks without some pudding (which I personally do not think is that bad or uncommon for a married couple with kids, but to him it is like the damn end of the world...but for once he actually hasn't said anything about it). Even Dale...who is the sweetest little angel in the whole world is getting on my last nerve.

I think it stems from my job. I mean I have gotten so cynical over the past several years because the people I have to deal with are freaking idiots, or they think I am an idiot and that they can run all over me. I am not talking about my co-workers (although there are a few idiots there too), I am talking about the clients and general public that I have to deal with. Some people have no clue how the real world works. They live in their own little fantasy lands. And then some people are just so stupid they really don't know any better. In case you didn't know stupidity is one of my biggest pet peeves. I have really decided that in general I do not like people. I prefer plants, they can't talk back and generally need very little from you.

I have been trying breathing exercises to calm myself down. It hasn't been working that well. So far the best remedy has been several vodka and tonics, or a bottle of wine. Once those stop working my next step may be heroin. But don't worry...I will let you know how it goes!

For Richer, For Poorer...

I should have listened to my father. He wanted me to marry a rich doctor or lawyer. He even asked Hubby when he first met him, " Son, are you a doctor or a lawyer?" And of course Hubby answered, "No sir." Then my dad said, " Well, then what are you doing with my daughter?" He might as well have been standing there with his shotgun in his hand! But Hubby wasn't too intimidated. He has a way with people and he was able to comfort my dad some. At least my dad knew we loved each other. Of course he still doesn't think Hubby is good enough for me and he makes comments on a regular basis that Hubby should get a better job.

So, I made the mistake of marrying for love and not money. Somehow it seemed so logical in the beginning. We were madly in love with each other and we were happy with what little we had. But times change and people change. And unfortunately love doesn't seem enough anymore.

Don't get me wrong, I am not some shopaholic who has to shop and buy needless things to make me feel better. Actually I am the complete opposite. I feel guilty if I buy myself anything! I mean anything! I haven't had my hair cut in like 6 months or more. I feel guilty spending that kind of money. And my haircuts only cost like $40. I just want to be able to pay the basic bills on a monthly basis and buy food when we need it and pay the mortgage and not have to stress out about it. And I stress out about it big time! Hubby tells me not to worry, it will all work out, it always does. Whatever! Someone has to worry about this kind of stuff. I mean he will buy a "man-toy" in a minute. He has bought $200 remote control cars, guitars, expensive cameras, guns, and most recently a $6000 4-wheeler!

I don't have a problem with buying things when you can afford them. But when you have $.08 (yes, that is eight cents) in your savings account, you don't have the money to buy needless things. But that is how he was brought up. He got whatever he wanted. And his parents are the same way. They have NO retirement money set aside. But they have a place at the beach and 2 really nice SUV cars, they go on vacation all the time, they buy whatever they want, whenever they want and live for today. I just wasn't brought up that way. I don't have anything against living in the moment, but you have to think about tomorrow too!

I want back down!

So, I have been having issues over the past few days and really need a mental health day! I am sick of work, Hubby is pissing me off, poor Chip and Dale are doing nothing but getting on my nerves, I am preparing to go on a "vacation" that I am really not looking forward to, and I find out this morning my sister is going back to her abusive husband again!

Trust me, I know my problems are crap compared to others. There are people dealing with sick children or sick spouses or sick loved ones. Or have just lost one of those loved ones. Or they are unemployed and can't find a job. Or they are homeless and starving. Or...I could go on and on.

I know that I am being selfish! I know that my life is wonderful compared to others. I know that I am lucky to be healthy and have a healthy family. And I am lucky to have a good job and a nice house and a car to drive. And I am lucky to have nice things.

But sometimes I just want to run away. I wonder what it would be like to be on my own, with no one else to worry about. Not to have any one depend on me for anything. To be responsible for me only. But that is not my life. I have a house to run. I have two kids to take care of. I have a husband who might as well be my third child. I have a job that demands a lot of my time and energy.

I really am thankful for all that I have. I am strong and resilient and I will get through this. In a couple of days I will forget I was ever feeling this way. I just need to blow off some steam and have a few drinks and maybe a night out.

Just call me Mrs. Right!

Hello World! I am beginning my journey as a blogger and I have no idea what I am doing or how I got here. I am a wanna-be writer whose ultimate goal is to write a novel. And somehow in my whacked-out head starting a blog was the logical first step to starting. Okay, okay, I know it sounds ludicrous, it even sounds ludicrous to me. But here I am. Take it or leave it.

So I am sure your first question is: "Who is this woman called Mrs.Right?" Well I am a thirty something mother of two beautiful girls (we will call them Chip & Dale). I have a wonderful husband who I have been married to for over 9 years (we will call him Hubby and on those rare occasions when he is on my shit list we will call him Mr. Wrong). I work full time in the real estate business. And of course I also work full time as a mom and a wife. Needless to say, I am a busy woman who has very little time for such useless things as blogging when I should be doing a million other things.

Now, I know your second question is: "Why does she call herself Mrs. Right?" It is simple, I am always right. Well, at least in my own little world I am. But seriously people, I really am right about things almost all the time. Ask Hubby, he will tell you. Poor fellow. He never has a chance of winning an argument with me. And I can't tell you how many times he has turned to me completely defeated about something or other and said, "You were right." Well, duh! But I am not so smug as to say, "I told you so!" I just keep my mouth shut and that stabs the knife even deeper. Somehow he always seems to forget and he always does what I advise him against doing and the cycle continues.

I must admit, at this point I am not sure where I am going with this blog or what I hope to accomplish from it. I think for me it will be an outlet for all the crap that rattles around in my head. And maybe flushing out some of the crap will help me explore the story for my novel that is also rattling around in my head. And for you, maybe you will relate to some post or you will totally not relate but therefore have to read anyway because it is so far from your own life. And if nobody reads anything I write...who cares! Until next time.