The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

Background Information: During the trip out to the Land of Far, Far Away I ended up with a chip in my windshield that compounded with lots of traveling and cold weather turned into a large crack in my windshield. This being said, thank goodness for glass coverage!

Waking up Hubby:

Me: It is snowing outside! SIGH

Hubby: Oh yea? Well drive slow.

Me: BUT, you told me to take your truck today so the car could get fixed…

Hubby: Yea, so?

Me: But, I don’t know HOW to drive in snow….so I can’t be held responsible for damages…unless SOMEONE wants to drive me to work….

Hubby: Want me to drive you?

Me: Yes, but cause you want too…not cause you love your baby (truck) more than me, right? (wink, wink)

Hubby: grunts

Hence the evil genius wins again….

So, in the town we live in there is a population of 10 people. No JOKE!!  Ok, maybe I am being a little sarcastic, but it is a SMALL town. 9 out of 10 of these people are college kids! Why is this important, you ask? BECAUSE I am trying to paint a picture for you of the neighborhood we are living in. And yes, we ARE renting and in about 5-6 months, we will hopefully MOVE.FOR.THE.LAST.TIME.EVER.

(Hubby, are you reading this? You should know that I am exempt from having to pack up any of this craptastic rental house cause it was part of our terms)

Now, back to the point. Apparently we are living on the edge of Graduate Housing…what does this mean exactly?

That we are living by another PARTY HOUSE???!!! Are you kidding me? I can’t seem to get away from these! Makes me feel old.

Me: I HATE party houses!

Hubby: I know. But it is only temporary.

Me: So…I HATE not sleeping! Why can’t these crappy college kids be QUIET!

Hubby: Umm you used to be one of those…

Me: SO! NOW, I am a grumpy old lady that is gonna call the cops!

When did I get so old?!!!

(For those of you smart asses out there, that was a rhetorical question)!

The Night Before Christmas

Me: Let’s go rent the new Super Mario wii game!

Hubby: Well, this is a small town, we probably won’t be able to find it because it will already be all out everywhere!

Me: Fine, then we will buy it!

Hubby: Alright, but I don’t think you will be able to find it…

20 minutes later after trudging through the only Blockbuster in town and then Walmart….

Me: Sad day! It is nowhere to be found!

Hubby: I told you….I knew we wouldn’t be able to find it….

Me: Let’s try Target! Last try!

Hubby: SIGH. Ok.

Me: I FOUND IT!

Hubby (steering me away): Ummm maybe you had better wait to see what Santa brought you!

Me: BUT we aren’t doing Christmas this year!!!

Hubby: Well, you never know!

Me: OK! YAY! Give it to me now!!!!

Dear Land of Far, Far Away:

I would appreciate if you’d stop crapping white stuff ALL OVER THE PLACE. Cause I.DON’T.LIKE.IT!

At this point I can barely find my car! Does this mean I get out of work? I’m thinking that’s not a viable excuse…is it?

Thanks,

The Aniti-Snow Girl

Other snow conversations…

Hubby: You really need to learn how to enjoy the snow. Want to make a snowman?

Me: No, I don’t DO cold weather.

Hubby: You’re dumb.

Texting

Rae: This year doesn’t feel like Christmas.

Me: I know!

Rae: How come you feel that way?

Me: Well, last year there was no snow and I was STILL wearing flip flops…can’t beat that!

More Texting

Me: It’s cold!

Sar: Oh, not here. I don’t have a snowflake in my smart car. When it’s cold here I get a snowflake!

Me: You are DUMB.

Sar: My car says it’s 74 here today.

Me: DIE.

Told you they were real…..

Especially when the rules are EVEN in the comics

So the new job is going great. It is definately challenging, but it is exactly what I wanted–career wise.  It has been 100% BUSY.  So much so, that I have barely had time to blog this week. But I promised to keep you abreast of my going ons, so here is an update:

Friend: How’s the new job?

Me: OMG. It is amazing, BUT exhausting.

Friend: How so?

Me: Well, let’s see I didn’t get lunch today AND ended up being at work for 10 hours!

Friend: What about going to the bathroom?

Me: No time!!!

Friend: BUT, what about if you HAVE to pee?

Me: I get Depends, LOL.

Friend: Oh that’s gross. And only for old people!

Me: NO WAY…it just means you are HARDCORE!

Hardcore, baby...

So, the Land of Far, Far Away (LFFA) is also known as Smalltown USA. The reason I tell you this is because Hubby used to bitch and moan about how he was “stuck in traffic.”  This is about the time when I would hang up on him.

AND if you recall I used to commute to work in the Land of Eternal Sunshine AND that being said…it was utter HELL.

Remember?

So, today I was in orientation at my new work. And people were complaining about the “traffic.” I snickered at them. What do THEY even know about traffic? I mean, REALLY?

Well, I soon learned on my way home that LFFA DOES have traffic! UGH. Is there no end in sight for me? Being that we live about 10 minutes from my work. It took me half an hour to get home. NOT because it is stop and go and there are millions of people on the road…but because LFFA believes in one lane roads….UGH.

I never thought I’d say this, but at least when I got road rage out west, I could ragefully(yes, I just made up that word) switch lanes and tailgate……

I fear traffic will FOREVER be the bane of my existence.

WTF??!!

So tonight I was assisting with dinner…..

mmm bloody fingers for dinner...

There I am grating carrots for the potato salad when….. I just about grate off my finger!

Me: OUCH!

Hubby: What??!!! What did you do?

Me: I nearly grated off my finger!

Hubby: Be careful!

Me: Oh I am ok, there just might be a little blood mixed in with these carrots….

Me: Think of it like SHARK WEEK for food….

Hubby: Ew.

Me: And this is why I don’t belong in the kitchen.

Me: Eh, and to think I don’t even have health insurance…..yet

(tomorrow starts the new job)

Patches has had some adjusting in the land of Far, Far Away. I mean she LOVES the cold weather here, BUT she clearly has become a MAMA’s girl. It’s weird because she was always a Daddy’s girl before, or so I thought. But, now she will not let me out of her sight! If I leave the room, there she is behind me. If I go to the bathroom, there she is whining at the door. So you catch my drift. Now don’t get me wrong, I LIKE that she loves me best, since Hubby has turned my cat, Boston against me…it’s nice to know that SOMEONE loves me….

But Patches? I mean…she’s cute and all…but she has ISSUES. Real big issues. And sometimes I wonder how she, a supposedly smart dog, could be so dumb…

Her biggest fear in the land of far, far away?

The Stairs in the rental house……

I kid you not…..she is TERRIFIED of them….

The BIG, BAD stairs....