Archive for April, 2007

Dont you know that already?

I think we need to share the cheese…not cut it!

Ya know, you were the one who wanted me to get into this blogging thing.. I could have cared less. I didnt know I could comment on nowayinhell.net…When i used to try and get ahold of you my posting comments, you never saw them!!! So yes, I write on here instead. plus I dont feel like posting on two sites. did it ever cross your mind that I was posting on here for the very same reason? to see how long it takes you to read it and respond? Cause god knows when I tell you these things, you dont listen anyway. I drive the truck more? i have only driven 2 days this week and you have driven the other two…that doesnt sound like a majority to me. But what do I know. What is your excuse for never checking the oil? I am too short to put oil in even if it needs it, you dont have that problem, and you claim that you put gas in the truck all the time…why not just pop the hood?

Ami driving…I never said I would teach her, but I also never said I would let you do it either!!!

As for my food ordering…we wont go there!!! Yes you do go all over the place when you rant online…You need to follow an idea all the way thru, then space and start a new one.

Wow! are you all over the place when you post…if I have drive thru ordering ADD, then you have internet blogging ADD.

My driving is much less aggressive than yours…better too. I get caught less *smirks*. Yeah Ami behind the wheel scares the bejeezus outta me. But I bet she’ll get fewer tickets than you do. anybody gets fewer than you do…and I do mean anybody!

I did not almost blow up your truck!!! Am I the only driver of said vehicle? I would love to see you attempt to punch me square in the face…and WALK away. Walk being the key word. You could check it once and awhile too, or is it my job to maintain the vehicle as well?!? Plus this way it gives you a purpose…a sense of acomplishment. Quit bitching bout me on nowayinhell, and expecting me not to read it.

Love you more

*belch* that was from the 44 oz Dr. Pepper you picked up for me from Sonic this morning.. I love you too!!

People suck you know that?? They have no consideration for others whom would benefit more from the oxygen then a mouth breathing twit..

Speaking of mouth breathing twits we need to get that picture you and I were talking about this morning so I can start posting it on my other site every time we use his toothbrush…

Does my driving scare you? I know yours scares me .. we can debate on whom is worse but we both agree thinking about Ami behind the wheel of a car is even more concerning…

I’m done! Love you!

I was trying to give you a compliment…but that wont happen again. so bite me!!! I love you.

This makes no sense you tell me to stop making trouble with these mentally challenged individuals, whom are about as entertaining as a never ending shit in a Chinese restaurant in Manhattan, Ks then you tell me how you are proud of me for getting druggie in trouble…

Women…

Speaking of which I need to go take a shit…

My darling husband…
you are severley mistaken if you think I am letting you off the hook with that lame ass excuse. When I am working, I am not in the frame of mind to stroke your ego. I might just make you sleep in the bathtub!!! *wink wink*

You need to stop making trouble for the people in the house!!! I am so proud of your ability to get into certain fights with the retards…win win situation. You are such a good husband!!!

For those of you whom may ever seen the movie Hiding Out with John Cryer may remember the scene where he is talking about how all the major points in a class could be covered in fifteen minutes…

Sometimes a phone conversation can be carried on with the same school of thought. Honey I have shit to do so since I am doing this for you, I need you to do this for me. No time for the rest of that crap! Guys can agree with me on this one.. when you are at work, being on the phone chatting away and working on “foreplay” is not something you have time for..

Thank you for getting me the baloons, and the streamers..

Phone conversation once you get married…

Husband: are you taking the car tomorrow?
Me: Yes
Husband: Do me a favor?
Me: Depends on the favor…
Husband: GO and get balloons and streamers for me, Please?!?
Me: Ok
Husband: Gotta go…Love Ya *click and dial tone*

Whatever happened to foreplay? even when we are not talking sex…Where is the buildup? where is the suspense? where is the gratitude? Oh, wait I am talking about Chris here. Not that he isn’t sweet and nice, but every once in awhile a girl needs a little foreplay.

And he says I call him too much during the day at work… he has called me like four times since he left my work at one ‘o’ clock. I wouldnt want him not to call, but I think he is trying to make me tell him to stop calling me…but as anybody may have guessed…I’m not gonna do that.

I hear some psycho kid got all sad he was dumped and shot up his college campus…What is this misery loves company bullshit? why can’t these depressed teens take their anger out on themselves like the people of my generation did?…Not that I am much older than they are, but hey who cares. Most of the people I know take their bad moods out only on themselves…not on the general public. I mean what is the benefit to that? people to keep you company on the trip to hell? I got company…that is why I married Chris.

Maybe there should be and ammendment to the bible, If you are killed by an angry, depressed or in any other way socially retarded individual, you get automatic entry to heaven. Now if I only belived in heaven. But hey that could be a good campaign slogan for christians to gain some new psychos…I mean members to their churches. Front row in hell…table for one please!!!