Is it a sex blog? A mommy blog? A bitch & moan blog? Um, . . . yeah. This is my place to be totally honest. In my real life, I feel like I'm always lying to somebody about something. Here, I am totally honest. Brutally so. However, no matter what bad things I say about my kids, I adore them and would never ever really, say, sell them on Ebay. The husband, often referred to as Spousehole, is another story. Oh yeah - if you are under 18 (or if you are my husband), please leave now.

Friday, March 14, 2008

End of the week odds and ends

*Did you see the thing about the woman who sat on her toilet for 2 years straight and her skin actually grew around the seat so they had to remove the seat to take her to the hospital? Her boyfriend brought her food and beverages, enabling her to stay right where she was. Some are speculating that she may be mentally ill. Gee, really, ya think? Also, did that remind anyone else of the episode of Nip/Tuck with the woman whose skin had grown into her couch? At least toilet lady wasn't sitting in her own filth (I'm assuming she flushed occasionally).

* Last night reinforced our choice to live in the city versus an anonymous suburb. Everyone with kids was spilling forth into the relatively warm weather. Girl and I went "walkies" and ran into all kinds of people. When we approached our home, we stopped to talk and/or play with various neighbors who were outside. At one point we had 11 kids from 7 households, ranging in age from 15 months to 10 years old, all goofing around together (skating, tossing a ball, playing with sticks, etc.) and parents talking and getting caught up after a bitter cold winter of staying inside. The physical closeness of the homes seems to lead to a friendly closeness between neighbors. We don't just wave to the neighbors when we're heading in the house or out the door - the porches are close enough that we can have an actual conversation. Everyone knows just about everyone else. We have keys to each other's houses. We are within easy walking distance of a grocery store, a coffee house, a deli, a bakery, several churches and a synagogue, several parks, and a liquor store. What more could you want? It's what a neighborhood should be.

*Last night also reinforced how tiny my baby girl really is. The 15-month-old boy of one neighbor was almost as tall as Girl. The 19-month-old daughter of another neighbor is as tall as Girl. Girl, as a reminder, is 38 months old (3 years + 2 months).

*I have been trying to write a couple short (naughty) stories lately, but seem to have terrible writer's block. Hopefully I'll find some inspiration soon and overcome that block. Care to inspire me?

*My children are rotten little beasts sometimes. I made a lovely homemade chicken noodle soup for dinner last night. Hearty, veggie-filled, with shredded chicken and egg noodles, all in a home made chicken stock. The little monsters wouldn't eat it. Boy picked out veggies and ate those, then wanted to make ramen noodles (!?!). Girl slurped down all the broth, but wouldn't eat the veggies, chicken, or noodles. Ungrateful little bastards.

*I was pushing my daughter on the backyard swing yesterday. For some unknown reason, she just let go at the top of the forward arc. I have no idea what in the world she was thinking. She went flying, then landed with her upper back and neck hitting the ground first, mid-somersault. OUCH! She seems to be okay. The thing is, she is the kind of kid who won't learn from that mistake. She'll let go again, despite the fact that she should have learned that consequences of her action are pain and more pain. She's going to break something some day, I just know it.

*Spousehole has two young children (3 and 7) and a wife with whom he has difficulty communicating. So why is this the book he's reading?He refused to read the original "Five Love Languages" book when we were in counseling, but he can read the version directed to better communicating love to teenagers. WTF?
Although taking the love languages quiz and sharing our results with each other in counseling helped him to learn how important physical affection and words of affirmation are to me. He has, of course, used that knowledge to specifically withhold those things in order to hurt me more. (Me, bitter? Nah . . . )

12 comments:

Desmond Jones said...

Our first house, when we were first married, was 'in the city', mainly because it was all we could afford at the time. We've moved twice since then, but we've stayed in the city, rather than move to the 'burbs, for exactly the reasons you describe here. There are honest-to-goodness neighborhoods in the city, and you have honest-to-goodness neighbors.

The Troll said...

1) Short-story inspiration. You have a boat. Boat sex is good.

2) Hubby's Reading Material. Uhmmmm...borderline personality disorder is still my diagnosis.

I Smile 2 Much said...

1. wth with the toilet sittin lady??? huh? yikes. that seriously freaks me out

2. mealtimes & ungrateful kiddos. oh i hear ya. sheesh. why cant they just EAT what we give 'em for goodness sake?

3. love languages & being refused that which we need the most. O.MY.HECK. yah i know whatcha mean. when he knows exactly what i want most of all & he says "i cant give u what u want all the time cause that'd make your life too easy then" . uh huh. how fun is that?! yah. uh huh. (lol)

4. good luck on the inspiration & your writing. your neighborhood sounds like fun though. so thats very cool.

5. OH! and happy friday to ya! ; )

Biscuit said...

I will never understand the "loved ones" who serve as enablers. When I see those people who can't move because they weigh 600 pounds, the first thing that ALWAYS comes to mind is what jackass is bringing this person enough food to maintain that weight?

ZigZagMan said...

Bunny.......the only thing more natural than jumping out of a swing...is the "almost" impossible act of swinging all the way around..:)

I'll withhold my comment on spouseholes current reading choice, I think you know my opinion...:)

Z Mascota said...

maybe Spousehole's book of choice reflects his mental development?

I didn't see the Nip/Tuck but there was a real woman named Gayle Laverne Gaines who did in fact become fused to her sofa and died. Very sad on so many levels.

Polt said...

I have plenty of fantasies that could be made into erotic short stories....but none of them involve a woman..... :(

And look at the bright side, at least Boy ate his veggies. :)

HUGS...

The Silent Male said...

About that book. Is it possible it has something to do with reading comprehension level? You know, needing the version which uses smaller words and more pictures?

Ok, I feel kinda bad for saying that, but it was too dang irresistible.

for a different kind of girl said...

I was stunned yesterday when I read the newspaper article about the woman and her boyfriend and her special connection to the toilet. When I shared it with my husband, he wondered aloud how it was possible to sit on a toilet that long and still feel her legs. Then we both wondered who the hell allows something like that to continue past two hours, let alone two years.

We live in an "anonymous suburb." Actually, we live on an anonymously suburban street. When we moved here, we asked the homeowner we were buying from if the neighborhood was nice and friendly, for we wanted that connection with our neighbors. We were assured, of course, that it was. It is, yes, but not if you weren't here on the ground floor. It's very, very cliquey. Eight years in, and we still haven't busted into the popular group at the lunch table, but now I don't care. However, I do get a twinge when we walk just around the block and see the all the neighbors as chummy as I wish we had.

garbonzo said...

My wife and I lasted in the suburbs for 18 months. My parents couldn't believe it when we announced we were moving back to the city (especially with the prospects of starting a family just around the corner). Nine years later and we couldn't be happier. Like you, we have stores, coffee, bakeries, galleries, eclectic shops, mass transit, and multiple parks all within walking distance.


Hmmm. As for Spousehole, where did he even get a copy of hte book designed for teenagers? I mean, it's not like you had two copies and he picked up the wrong one.

Short stories? Well, you have a few days coming up without spousehole. I'm sure you can let your mind (and fingers) do a little wandering ;)

Vixen said...

LMAO about that book. Um...yeah....?????

And OMFG, I read that story about that woman and the toilet. I have found myself thinking of all these things, stupid details like.....how did they/she clean the toilet?! Has it not been cleaned in two years?!

....like that is the most important issues going on....*shaking head* LOLOLOL (I have clearly put TOO much thought into this)

Anonymous said...

Bunny ... else where in your musings, you've talked about your hubby's fascination with the teenagers at your church (if I remember correctly ...) ... UM ... as one with a background in church leadership - UNLESS he is in an active LEADERSHIP role with your faith community - I would be a little worried ...

Is is AT ALL Possible, that he sees this book as a way to "speak the language" of the teens to be cooler, and possibly to try to take his fascination to another (yuckier) level?????

I hope not ... but ... the two things connect a couple of dots in my experience ...

I'd second the immaturity thing - but have to wonder WHY ????? knowing what you've said before ...