If there is a God . . .
* God does not choose the victor in football games.
* God does not choose sides in human wars.
* God does not save some people from disease while letting others die.
* God does not “bless America” or any country.
* God does not send floods, hurricanes, or other natural disasters to punish people.
* God does not create diseases to punish people.
* God does not appear to some people and not others.
* God does not damn people for their sexual orientation or gender.
* God does not damn anyone.
* God does not demand belief in God.
It's Monday
Monday, March 8, 2010
... and I have full blown list of things to complete. Yet no motivation. I keep thinking that with each refill of the coffee mug it will spark me. No such luck, so I decided to procrastinate with an update.
This weekend flew by. It was just last weekend that if felt like they were dragging on. My husband had Thursday and Friday off due to his vehicle fiasco.
That started Wednesday night.
Wednesday my mom and I had planned for the kids and I to go over to her house for a couple of hours so she could see the kids. We went over at 4 in the afternoon, and Adam waved to us as I drove out of the drive way. The visit went well, and at 6 I packed the kids up and we left. It was dinner time, and I was secretly hoping 1. my husband would have dinner for us or 2. he would go and get dinner for us. I pulled up to the driveway and it was a little after six at this point and dark. Nobody was home. And it was like nobody had been home since I had left. It was odd, because I watched him walk into the house.
I got the kids unloaded and we preceded with our evening; dinner, bath, dinner again (baby), bath again (baby), ect. Before I knew it, it was 8:00. I was getting more and more angry as the night went on. In the midst of all of this I had called my husband about 5 times. No answer, which NEVER happens. I had no idea where he could even be. This sounds awful, but we don't really have friends. The thing that bothered me is that we have been at odds for sometime now. I mean like 5 months of just passing by each other. Talking about nothing but the kids and the household. We have essentially been just roommates. So it was really bothering me.
Finally at 9:00'ish he called me. He sounded tipsy and told me he went to Lyman and saw his old best friend Zach (which is a completely different story in itself).
Zach bar tends there so Adam decided to drive the 25 mins. there and try to talk to him. I was pissed on the phone with him. He said he was on his way home and that he didn't have service to call me. I told him 'well great I hope you get a DUI' and hung up on him. I was being completely irrational. But like I said I was livid. He called back a little later and I once again hung up on him. Then he called me AGAIN, to say he got his pickup stuck. It had been snowing all the previous week and then we were getting 50 degree weather, so everything was a muddy mess. I told him " Good luck, I have two babies here to deal with, one in bed and the other is nursing. Call someone else." There was no way I was going to go 'rescue' him I hadn't a clue where he was, (some country road, which ended up being an access road to an irrigation ditch) and I have a Impala, I too would have gotten stuck. We hung up, with him saying there was some lights coming towards him, maybe to help him. About 2 hours or so went by (not really sure) but the next phone call from him was him yelling at me into the phone 'I hope you're happy, my fucking pickup is on fire..... (ranting) because my bitch of a wife couldn't come help me, my pickup is now in flames' (blaming me for his being an idiot, hence why we have been at odds for months now) He then hung up on me. Now he was pissed at ME. I was just ... I don't know quite the feeling, it was almost a numb, surreal feeling. Nothing made sense to me. I had so many questions. How did he get stuck? What happened to the people helping him? Why did he even decide to go out anyways? How did it go from being stuck to being on fire in no time?
I had to call him back. He answered with "Oh so now you want to talk, (more yelling) I called 911, my pickup is on fucking fire.' There was more choice words in there towards me. I just calmly said to him "Well I hope you're happy Adam. You ruined everything." He then hung up on me.
The next phone call was a more calm one. He apologized and said he loved me and the kids. And was sorry for what ever was going to happen. He said the fire department was almost there, and he would let me know the outcome. The reason for all of the remorse is because of getting a DUI. We both know what that would mean for his job. He has a CDL, and this a new job. A job that we need, and a job that means financial freedom and a good future.
There was no need to worry about that though. The cop that was assisting gave him a ride home. With the last phone call he actually didn't sound drunk or tipsy. He just sounded ... blah. When he walked through the door though, he wasn't what I was expecting. He was covered in mud. It was smudged all over his face. His hair was a mess. He was just a mess.
The run down of the night, was he actually tried calling me before he went to the bar, but there is absolutely no service out there. I do know this for a fact as he was building a house last winter in that same area, and it was always a pain to get a hold of him. He had assumed we would be forever at my mothers, and decided to take Marley (our dog) for a drive, and then they ended up there in hopes to talk to Zach. He was taking the country roads home, and pulled over to pee. (yes we are most definitely in Nebraska) And our dog Marley took off down the access road to the irrigation ditch. That's why he drove down it, was to get Marley. He did say if he wasn't tipsy he would have known better because of all of the mud. He found Marley but when he stopped is when he got stuck.
Then the vehicle that pulled up was actually some lovely hick boy's out 'mudding' in a diesel Dodge Ram. They lived not even half a mile away. They told him they couldn't help him, and left.
Adam got in his pickup and was calling his friend Chris to see if he could come and get him, and that's when he noticed a glow on the floor boards. He got out and got under his pickup and was putting mud on the flames when he realized that wasn't going to do any good. It was coming from the top of the engine. So he crawled out and went to the hood of the truck and was about to pop it open, when he burnt his wrist, and saw the passenger side corner was glowing. I think that's when mayhem hit for him. He ran to the cab of the pickup where Marley was and started yelling at him to get out. Of course our dog is stupid, and hid. Adam finally got him out. He called 911.
Then they stood off and watched his pickup go out in style.
The next morning after a restless night of sleep, we drove out to where his pickup was.
Friday, Adam and I had our long overdue 'talk'. The only thing we figured out was that we need to work together on things in our house; children, housework... His thing is teamwork. We'll see what this accomplishes.
That night we had our first date night, in a very long time. We went and saw Alice in Wonderland. Then we played air hockey at the arcade, and then went and picked up our babies.
Saturday my mom and I left town and went shopping. It was my first time away from Atticus for longer than 2 hours. It was odd to not be in mommy mode. But oh-so nice. We ate a long, luxurious lunch at Olive Garden, where we got the mucho margaritas. It was wonderful.
The weather has been rainy, cloudy, and misty. It's my favorite.
This weekend flew by. It was just last weekend that if felt like they were dragging on. My husband had Thursday and Friday off due to his vehicle fiasco.
That started Wednesday night.
Wednesday my mom and I had planned for the kids and I to go over to her house for a couple of hours so she could see the kids. We went over at 4 in the afternoon, and Adam waved to us as I drove out of the drive way. The visit went well, and at 6 I packed the kids up and we left. It was dinner time, and I was secretly hoping 1. my husband would have dinner for us or 2. he would go and get dinner for us. I pulled up to the driveway and it was a little after six at this point and dark. Nobody was home. And it was like nobody had been home since I had left. It was odd, because I watched him walk into the house.
I got the kids unloaded and we preceded with our evening; dinner, bath, dinner again (baby), bath again (baby), ect. Before I knew it, it was 8:00. I was getting more and more angry as the night went on. In the midst of all of this I had called my husband about 5 times. No answer, which NEVER happens. I had no idea where he could even be. This sounds awful, but we don't really have friends. The thing that bothered me is that we have been at odds for sometime now. I mean like 5 months of just passing by each other. Talking about nothing but the kids and the household. We have essentially been just roommates. So it was really bothering me.
Finally at 9:00'ish he called me. He sounded tipsy and told me he went to Lyman and saw his old best friend Zach (which is a completely different story in itself).
Zach bar tends there so Adam decided to drive the 25 mins. there and try to talk to him. I was pissed on the phone with him. He said he was on his way home and that he didn't have service to call me. I told him 'well great I hope you get a DUI' and hung up on him. I was being completely irrational. But like I said I was livid. He called back a little later and I once again hung up on him. Then he called me AGAIN, to say he got his pickup stuck. It had been snowing all the previous week and then we were getting 50 degree weather, so everything was a muddy mess. I told him " Good luck, I have two babies here to deal with, one in bed and the other is nursing. Call someone else." There was no way I was going to go 'rescue' him I hadn't a clue where he was, (some country road, which ended up being an access road to an irrigation ditch) and I have a Impala, I too would have gotten stuck. We hung up, with him saying there was some lights coming towards him, maybe to help him. About 2 hours or so went by (not really sure) but the next phone call from him was him yelling at me into the phone 'I hope you're happy, my fucking pickup is on fire..... (ranting) because my bitch of a wife couldn't come help me, my pickup is now in flames' (blaming me for his being an idiot, hence why we have been at odds for months now) He then hung up on me. Now he was pissed at ME. I was just ... I don't know quite the feeling, it was almost a numb, surreal feeling. Nothing made sense to me. I had so many questions. How did he get stuck? What happened to the people helping him? Why did he even decide to go out anyways? How did it go from being stuck to being on fire in no time?
I had to call him back. He answered with "Oh so now you want to talk, (more yelling) I called 911, my pickup is on fucking fire.' There was more choice words in there towards me. I just calmly said to him "Well I hope you're happy Adam. You ruined everything." He then hung up on me.
The next phone call was a more calm one. He apologized and said he loved me and the kids. And was sorry for what ever was going to happen. He said the fire department was almost there, and he would let me know the outcome. The reason for all of the remorse is because of getting a DUI. We both know what that would mean for his job. He has a CDL, and this a new job. A job that we need, and a job that means financial freedom and a good future.
There was no need to worry about that though. The cop that was assisting gave him a ride home. With the last phone call he actually didn't sound drunk or tipsy. He just sounded ... blah. When he walked through the door though, he wasn't what I was expecting. He was covered in mud. It was smudged all over his face. His hair was a mess. He was just a mess.
The run down of the night, was he actually tried calling me before he went to the bar, but there is absolutely no service out there. I do know this for a fact as he was building a house last winter in that same area, and it was always a pain to get a hold of him. He had assumed we would be forever at my mothers, and decided to take Marley (our dog) for a drive, and then they ended up there in hopes to talk to Zach. He was taking the country roads home, and pulled over to pee. (yes we are most definitely in Nebraska) And our dog Marley took off down the access road to the irrigation ditch. That's why he drove down it, was to get Marley. He did say if he wasn't tipsy he would have known better because of all of the mud. He found Marley but when he stopped is when he got stuck.
Then the vehicle that pulled up was actually some lovely hick boy's out 'mudding' in a diesel Dodge Ram. They lived not even half a mile away. They told him they couldn't help him, and left.
Adam got in his pickup and was calling his friend Chris to see if he could come and get him, and that's when he noticed a glow on the floor boards. He got out and got under his pickup and was putting mud on the flames when he realized that wasn't going to do any good. It was coming from the top of the engine. So he crawled out and went to the hood of the truck and was about to pop it open, when he burnt his wrist, and saw the passenger side corner was glowing. I think that's when mayhem hit for him. He ran to the cab of the pickup where Marley was and started yelling at him to get out. Of course our dog is stupid, and hid. Adam finally got him out. He called 911.
Then they stood off and watched his pickup go out in style.
The next morning after a restless night of sleep, we drove out to where his pickup was.
Friday, Adam and I had our long overdue 'talk'. The only thing we figured out was that we need to work together on things in our house; children, housework... His thing is teamwork. We'll see what this accomplishes.
That night we had our first date night, in a very long time. We went and saw Alice in Wonderland. Then we played air hockey at the arcade, and then went and picked up our babies.
Saturday my mom and I left town and went shopping. It was my first time away from Atticus for longer than 2 hours. It was odd to not be in mommy mode. But oh-so nice. We ate a long, luxurious lunch at Olive Garden, where we got the mucho margaritas. It was wonderful.
The weather has been rainy, cloudy, and misty. It's my favorite.
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