What the hell is the big deal??? (another TMI for ya)

Angel and I have been having this discussion lately and it's really driving me up the wall.

I asked Angel to buy me some tampons and he flat out said NO!

Now, I understand that some guys do it and some guys don't. Thing is...we're not talking about some random guy I met off the street and I put in a request with him for tampons. I'm talking about my own husband who should know my cycle better than I do. (well, maybe not MY husband ..but still)

When I was younger, my dad used to buy them for my mom (and had on occasion gotten some for me).

In reality, it's just another item off of the shelf. If men are at the register with a box of tampons..what exactly do you think people are thinking? They KNOW they are not for YOU! Some people (women) may even look at you with admiration and feel slight jealously for the woman who will be receiving this precious gift (precious gift? yeah, ok...that may be overdoing it a bit) because their husbands may be riding the short bus. (like mine)

Of course, on occasion, other men may look at you and snicker (maybe not) but still..who cares?

I had to create a couple of scenarios that may sway his decision:

Scenario #1:

Me: Now, what if I was stuck on the toilet and I was out of toilet paper and at that exact moment was the time I realized we had a visitor and it was "Aunt Flo".

I call you on the phone and ask you to please bring some toilet paper AND bring some tampons for me cause I NEED them. I'll send you a pic through the phone so you know exactly what to get and you won't be cruising the isle wondering. It'll be quick. In and out. I won't even ask for the BIG BOX.

His answer: I'm not buying them.

...And you better hope you have toilet paper...use that, wad it up and go to the store.

Me: What!?!? Why not?!

C'mon now. I'm your wife of ten years. You wouldn't buy me necessities?!?!

Him: Nope!

Me: I go with you to Academy to get fishing gear!!!

Him: That's not even the same thing!!

Me: I KNOW...but I DO it!

Moving on...

Scenario #2

Me: What if I was lying on my death bed and I asked you for one thing before I drift off into the light with love in my heart. I call you close (because I am older and I would probably go first) and I whisper (with my last breath) my wish into your ear ..."tampons".

His answer: I'm not buying them. Besides, it was your last breath. You're dead now.

Me: Okay, so not my last breath, but I'm hanging on to dear life until my wish is fulfilled.

His answer: I'm not buying them.

Me: What!?!? C'mon!! I'm on my DEATH BED!! I'm asking you for my one last dying wish and you are sending me to the great beyond without fulfilling my wish??? What kind of husband are you??

His answer: You'll be too old to need them. YOU'LL BE DYING!! You're WAAAY past menopause. What do I need to buy them for?

Me: It's the principle!

Him: THE KIDS WON'T EVEN BE IN SCHOOL ANYMORE!! NOW YOU WANT ME TO BUY SOME FOR THE PRINCIPAL?!?

Me: No BEAVIS!! I mean it's a way of showing me that after all of these years you DO love me and would eventually do what is needed.

His answer: I'm not buying them.

Me: Geez, man!

Still trying...

Scenario #3:

Me: Alright. What if we were in this terrible accident and the only thing that would keep me alive is if you bought some tampons.

His answer: That's ridiculous. How would buying tampons save your life?

Then I had to think fast....

Me: What if you needed the tampons to stop my bleeding before I bled out.

Him: You better hope your not on your period if we have an accident.

Me: What!?! No...I didn't mean THAT BLEEDING...ughhh!

Him: Well then, what?

Me: I mean maybe I got a gash or a puncture and we needed something to plug the hole (yeah...I know...plug the hole...I got the mental image too...sorry) and the only thing the store had that was sterile were some tampons but the cashier wouldn't just let you take them. You had to buy them.

FOR ME.

YOUR WIFE.

WHO'S BLEEDING TO DEATH....DYING.

His answer: I'm not buying them.

Me: FINE!!! When it's your turn to go..I'm lining your casket with tampons to cushion your journey!!!

So that's that.

See...stubborn.

I know deep in my heart..if placed in these scenarios he would do it.....fucker. (at least I hope with #'s 2 and 3)

Maybe I can show him that tampons aren't just for women anymore. Think that will work?

I was a little disturbed with our conversation after that so while he was sitting at the computer burning music...I poked him in the ear with a tampon.

So...since I have a few male readers (and I love you guys to death) (that was a little kiss-ass wasn't it) I wanted to know from you guys what exactly is the big deal?

Would you do it?

Is it really that embarrassing in this day and age with everything going on to be embarrassed buying feminine products?

Andy? Would you do it for Capricorn?

Jared?

honkeie2? Do you buy them?

Anybody?

Dom, I know you're reading this so don't think you're exempt! You'll be driving soon and that's initiation #1! Get momma tampons!

I'M Dancin'!

I just came from my work (office). I just sent in my request for my VACAY! MY VACAY BABY!

errr......

Yeah.. I know...that was corny. The whole VACAY thing was soooo not me.

Anyway, Yall bitches know what I mean. (and when I say "bitches" I am totally meaning that as a "term of endearment")

Let me just go back to using my regular words.....

Here's the deal I'm working on right now.

I can look up a CEU (continuing education for my career) course that may be available while I'm in Houston. I spoke to my administrator and I believe we can get it worked out that I can/may/will be eligible for full reimbursement.

I think this may include:

Gas

Food

Lodging...

get my drift?

THEY MAY PAY FOR MY VACAY... (no? was that too much?)

Anyway, we're still working on it.. well, actually...I SHOULD be working on it RIGHT NOW but I'm here lettin ya'll bitches know wazzzz up...

(and you remember what I mean by "bitches" right?)

Right now...I'm dancing.

I'm going to publish this post..

and continue dancing...

Does anyone remember these guys?

That's right people.

FRAGGLES!

I used to love Fraggle Rock!

My favorites were the Doozers. They were so cute with their little hard-hats and tool belts. (maybe that's why I married a man in construction)

This chick was also one of my favorites. Marjorie, The Trash Heap.
"The trash heap has spoken, nyaaaa"

Then.....I kept looking and came across this pic.
Really? Luda? Cracked me the fuck up.

Can you say......ROAD TRIP!

That's right!

Angel has "given me permission" to take a few days off of work including the weekend to go visit one of my best friends in Houston.
(of course I still have to get the go-ahead from work but I'm sure that won't be a problem)

Now I say "given me permission" like that because, although I could just come out and tell Angel, "Look, I'm going to go on vacation for a few days in Houston with Jenn to see Lisa and you will be staying home with the kids, period." I'd rather not go that route because our relationship isn't based on being like that to each other.

So basically it all happened like this (here's the Cliff's Notes version):

"Hey Angel, I want to go visit Lisa in Houston at the end of the month for a few days. Would that be alright? Yeah?? You sure? You wanna go? No? Okay. You sure? Okay. Do I have to take the kids? No? You sure? You're gonna stay here with them? For real? Dude, are you sure cause you know... I'm going to be gone for like FOUR days right? Alright, alright. (inside I'm doing the happy dance) Well, alright then, thanks for letting me go by myself."

He says: "Yeah, well, she's always comes to visit you so you may as well go and see her. I'll stay here."

Me: "Okay, well, Jenn said she'll take time off and ride up there with me so I won't have to ride by myself cause you know how dangerous that can be...out there...you know...by myself. I don't even know the roads that well. (inside I'm yelling "ROAD TRIP!")


Let me give you a little history about my 2 best friends in the whole world.

1. I've known Lisa longer, since around the time I was pregnant with Dom. That puts the time frame at around 14 yrs. We've been through a lot together. I'm truly blessed to have a couple of friends that have been with me so long and are still here with me. I talk to them on a regular basis and I mean 3-4 times a week. Sometimes we have these stretches where we always talk in the morning on our way to work just to bullshit.

She's come to visit me three times and I've been to see her once.

I'm due.

2. Jenn and I have been best friends since those days of massage and lingerie (you'll have to reference past posts on your own to know what I'm talking about. NOT YOU DOM!!! TURN AWAY NOW! I could put a link but it's late and I've been drinking in celebration ever since being given the "go ahead")
She's been my best friend for 12 years now.
She and I are always in contact. We are always visiting because we only live about two hrs away from each other. Angel is living during the week/working in Corpus and if Jenn can come for the weekend he will bring her for me and take her back when he goes.

There are very few times that all three of us actually get together...we might as well plan it on every eclipse.

Regardless, us girls are going to get together for about four nights and do that whole sisterhood of the ya-ya pants or whatever.

It's going to be awesome and there's going to be lots of pictures.

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Dom has been writing in his blog again a little bit. I'm going to be pushing him to write more and be more creative because Angel and I are worried about him not getting enough experience with other things due to being in this new school. And by "other things" I mean, Orchestra..Chess club. ..all of the extra curricular activities provided in public school.
Stupid schools.

We'll figure it out. He seems happy here and he likes the main objective of this school. So no need yanking him up from it now.

Anyway....


Whoo hooo....ROAD TRIP!

Here ya go, Jared! and...FREE HAMSTERS!

Damn! I keep trying to put a video up but it never works.
(At least I know how to link)

Anyway...here's the video. Just click .......HERE

Did you click on it? Did you see it?
Yeah?



I'm just fuckin wit ya'll.

Angel hasn't done anything wrong........yet.

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ANYBODY WANT SOME FRICKIN HAMSTERS???

For real though.
These animals are going to drive me crazy!

One of these hamsters (I don't know who it belongs to...Miah, maybe) keeps getting out of it's cage. Now it was cute when we were living in the apartment in Corpus as you can see HERE.

As a matter of fact, they are not aware of imminent death lurking in the Christmas tree...uhhh....dang..(ok...yes, I still have the tree assembled....SHUT UP! It just doesn't have any decorations on it. It's like one of those decorative plants in the corner of your room)..anywhooo....Tattoo has been on a rampage lately and has mauled everyone of us as we pass him. Then as you reach down to tear his claws and teeth out of your calves..he runs away so you can't grab him.

That cat has gone rogue!

The hamsters don't have a chance!!

They are still Masters of Escape.

We'll be walking by the cages and peering in looking for them just to make sure they're alive. Yeah, but one's not even there. Then it's the usual alarm that gets sent out by Devyn running through the house yelling "ONE OF THE HAMSTERS GOT OUT"!
Chaos ensues and then we are all scrambling around the house looking in all of the rooms, behind mattresses...and so on...all the while eyeballing the cat who's over in the corner of the couch licking his paws.

Miah and Devyn don't want them anymore so I need to do something quick before we start having to plan a yard or toilet funeral. (don't call PETA on me!)

Then there's the problem with Tattoo who tries to escape every chance he gets as soon as we open any door to the house. Stupid cat. But that's alright though, I got that cat figured out. He thinks that since he can whoop up on us cause we're his usual victims while we're sleeping and most vulnerable INSIDE the house that he's tough. All he does is run out and stops about 5 feet from the door, crouches in a ball (I think it's actually the fetal position) and then I have to grab him and put him back inside.
PUSSY!

He needs to start up his TRAINING again.

Still in denial.

This morning I was up at 5 am ...again (cause that's how I roll).

Not really. It's still cause of the damn dogs playing and bumping into the walls of my house outside my window. The hamsters were starting a new marathon in their wheels AND I had to bathe the cat because he was scratching all the time and started looking like a dalmation.

Gross, I know.

Anyway. I figured I'd comb* my hair since I had a crap-load of time. The kids were up and getting ready for school. I sat on my bed with my mirror and my flat iron and got to work.

Now, I don't know if it's the crappy lighting in my bedroom or what but I know I saw a shimmer on my head. So there I go..scrambling through my hair like a momma monkey grooming her young.

ME: Miah! Come here! Quickly!

MIAH (calling back from the other room): Yes Ma'am?

Me: Come here! Help!

Miah comes strolling into my room looking at me like I'm crazy.

MIAH (nonchalantly): what? what's wrong?

ME: Come here and look at this. (I'm leaning waaaay over so that she can see the spot) What do you see there? Do you see something shiny in there?

MIAH: Yeah.

ME: What is it?

MIAH: A gray hair.

ME: UGH...NOOOO! WELL.. GET IT!! SAVE MOMMA FROM GETTING OLD AND SHRIVELING UP! QUICK!

Shoot....Miah pounced on it with a quickness.

And so...until I find another one..I will be safe and won't shrivel up in my bed and die of suffocation from the gray hairs that want to overtake my head. My children will defend me.

So far...that's two that I've found. Let that be a lesson to them.

*comb-I actually tell people that I "combed" my hair if I did that day because I don't usually "comb" it. I usually just wash it and throw it up in a bun and go.

"Back in the day when I was young I'm not a kid anymore..."

Lately, I've been coming in contact with a few people from my distant past.

Some, I can't remember for the life of me and others I remember all too well.

I'm excited.

This year looks to be promising already.

I remember...hanging out and chilling with friends...crushing on others.

I remember...CLUBBING...specifically Klub X

I remember...Freakin and dancing ..hot as hell ...getting all sweaty, clothes sticky and not leaving until the lights came on and they swept us off of the floor.

(Dominique! Stop reading and go find something else to do...Now!!...and don't ask me what "freakin" means.)

I remember...upstairs and downstairs. Good times.

I remember...it getting late and we all had to separate.

Then later...we all separated.

Thank God for Facebook.

Good to see you guys again!