12/08/2012

Apparently I am in another piss-poor mood today. I hate that! Why does stupid shit have to piss me off so much?! Stupid hormones!

Reason #1 – The pizza thief has struck yet again. *sigh* It’s only pizza for crying out loud Sassy! Get over yourself! But for the record, I don’t like traditional pizza. Why? I don’t know. I just don’t care for pizza. Then Domino’s came out with their Artisan pizzas, specifically the roasted veggie one. It has a creamy garlic sauce instead of the tomato sauce. I love, love love this pizza!

Hubby loves anything pizza. If he could eat pizza everyday, he would. His favorite is Wally’s, a family owned joint in his hometown. But he’ll eat just about any pizza.

The Child is picky about her pizza – sausage and/or mushrooms and/or black olives. Anything else, forget it.

So used to be Hubby would get a large whatever he was in the mood for pizza, The Child would get a personal size whatever she was in the mood for and I would get bread sticks or wings. But then it was strictly Domino’s so I could get the Artisan roasted veggie pizza also. I can only eat half (4 square slices). I would save the other half for the next day. Well, when Hubby would be nice enough NOT to eat the rest of mine, after he had finished off his. It always pisses me off to wake up to discover he has eaten my left over pizza. Always! And he knows this! Yet, he doesn’t care.

Then we move to this rinky-dink town. Guess what? No Domino’s. Pizza Hut, yes. Papa Johns, yes. Domino’s, no. So I just get bread sticks since they are so cheap (because I am still in "we have no money" mode).

Last weekend Papa Murphy’s opened up less than a mile from our house. I’ve never had Papa Murphy’s. I’ve heard about it but never had it. We get this mess load of coupons in the mail the other day for them. Hubby is wanting pizza last night after spending all week eating the good life on the company credit card (he was in Topeka for training). So I go to this Papa Murphy’s. I was hopeful since they offered a creamy garlic based veggie pizza. Yes, it was just what I was wanting! Very similar to Domino’s! So I was a happy Sassy last night. Especially after I splurged (thank you awesome coupon!) for a dessert pizza – a S’mores dessert pizza. Oh my God, it was divine! You have to try it!

After taking the dog out to potty, I come back in to discover Hubby has snatched one of my veggie pizza slices. Grrrrr. Whatever. I’m not going to let some stupid pizza ruin my night. I snatched one of his & hid it.

I wake up this morning to discover he had finished off his pizza and mine. WTF? Seriously?? It’s my damn pizza! He knows I don’t like his. Why? Why? Why? It pisses me off to no end!

It would be one thing if it was the only one we bought & the 3 of us had to share it. But no, he had his whole large pizza all to himself. Why does he have to be so damn greedy and eat half of mine too? And he wonders why he can’t ever lose weight. Quit being such a damn pig!

Reason #2 – The Child has been battling strep throat this past week. She started complaining on Tuesday. When I looked, nothing was red or swollen or covered in white spots. Wednesday she went to the school nurse with it. No fever, nothing red or swollen or covered in white spots. The nurse gave her a drop to suck on to help ease the pain of swallowing. I kept trying to explain to The Child (which you can’t explain nothing to a stubborn, hard headed, opinionated, 11 year old girl) that because her sinuses were so stuffy, the drainage is what was causing the sore throat. She refused Motrin, throat drops, benedryl (to dry up her sinuses). So I told her I didn’t want to hear her complain any more, that if she wants to refuse medicine that would help her feel better then she could just shut the hell up. I don’t have patience for martyrs. Thursday night before bed I checked her throat, yet again, and finally there was some redness, swelling and white spots. So I keep her home on Friday from school and take her to the Doctor, still with no fever. She tested positive for strep throat. Guess I won’t win Mother of the Year this year either … They put her on penicillin and she is having to administer it to herself, under my direct observation. A) The pharmacist told her to do it B) I’m allergic to penicillin. So of course she feels all grown up and like she is protecting me and keeping me from ending up in the hospital by doing it all herself lol.

Reason #3 – Hubby is finally working on my desk top that died earlier last month. Mark tried to fix it over Thanksgiving but the hard drive was shot. So the new one came in last week … while Hubby was out of town for work. You gotta love small towns … it would have been so not cool for my hard drive to have gotten stolen! I’m glad I was able to save the mailman a trip up to my front porch and all …


So anyway, Hubby is working on my desktop today. And he has taken it upon himself to rearrange MY office to his liking. Excuse me? It’s MY damn office! He’s thrown god knows what away, "because I don’t need it" and has turned MY desk into a user friendly atmosphere for HIM. Seriously?? So to keep him from not working on my desktop I’m keeping my mouth shut. When he is done, I’ll empty out the trash can, put MY stuff the way I had it, in MY office and then come Monday morning while he is at work I will head down to his office and give him one hell of a dose of his own damn medicine. The battle lines have been drawn. I’ll teach him to get up on his damn high horse with me, with MY damn pizza in his hand at that! He’ll spend months looking for his shit.

On a good note, I got our master bedroom done this past week while he was gone. That was a trip in itself! That damn wallpaper was a mess! It started out with me discovering the the top portion of the border was put up with staples. For real? God only knows what was holding the wall wallpaper up because once I grabbed a corner, the whole length came down. Then there were some sections of the border that they used something other than wallpaper glue on. Not even the fabric softener would loosen it up. It came off in hard chunks, like maybe they used super glue? I ended up having a time scraping it off. Good thing the walls are textured so that the gouges blend in lol. Of course I took pictures! Silly you for thinking I didn’t! LOL

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That gave me hope for when I start on the downstairs wallpaper removal. I hope it will be as simple as this room. Of course, I doubt it. But I can dream lol

The finished product (well semi-finished) with before pictures first

I used the same paint color as the rest of the house I have painted so far, much to Hubby’s disagreement. He wants different colored rooms, I don’t want to have to paint again when we go to sell. I’m doing everything in one, warm, neutral color and calling it a day. The accessories can be the color.

I hate the set up of this room. I hate the window placement above the bed. The vent for the heat/AC is in the floor, right next to where the dresser ends under the cross picture. So I have the (queen) bed centered on the wall it is on now but it covers part of the window. If I center it under the cross picture, I cover the floor vent. I’ve tried looking for an extension to put on the vent so that we could re-route the air coming out of it but no such luck yet. In the meantime, I’m thinking of looking for some large word art to put on the wall above the bed to sort of center it on that wall. Or, I might just go buy 2 more curtains and hang them across that wall as a back drop. Who knows what I’ll end up doing … but you’ll see the finished product when I do lol

Think I’ll take my cranky butt to my chaise, with my Nook, and take a nap. Till next time …