You pay the price for snooping!

Amazing what rain will do. It's a cold rainy day, and I am feeling it... I just sat here for a few minutes thinking about what to write about. Of course I really really want to write about horses, but even that is starting to bore me. I can't be happy all the time....

I have been working on the SnapDragon Stables web page, and I think I finally finished it. I think it looks a little more complete now.  You can check out my design skills... if you want... here. http://www.ridesnapdragon.com/

 It went a lot faster once the the hubster sat down next to me and helped me with it. It was a good time working with him.... lots of "Stop pressing that button! What an idiot! Just put it at 385!, I told you this three times already how do you not know this by now?!""Move that over, no the other way, No, up... no no like this!"

 The hubster and I like to degrade each other as much as possible because it's funny. I like being called an idiot, it reminds me of my childhood. We actually make a really good team, and work well together.

So that was great, and then I heard "The Office" was on, and so I dashed out to catch the last five minutes of it.... and then I came back, and the hubster had gone through my facebook emails..... which was awesome!

Not just any emails... he found old emails that I had deleted. Emails that took me about 5 minutes to find, because I'm an idiot. How did he find this stuff so fast? It wasn't bad things... it was just old conversations that I really wouldn't have wanted him to read because it would make me feel uncomfortable.

 So when he confronted me on it... I felt extremely uncomfortable, angry, and annoyed that his snooping habits ( when we first started dating) were still very much a large problem.

Questions started flying at me left and right... Do I answer them? Do I actually have to answer questions that were wrongfully found?

The hubster never lets things go... if I don't answer them he will sit and stew like hot garbage in the sun till he explodes with maggots. If I don't answer these terrible questions he will look too deep into them and answer them himself... wrongly... and much worse then the true answers really are.

I am not a good liar (anymore)..... I find that it just makes things worse to lie. So I tell the truth... which hurts- but it ends things quicker. I warn people before I give a hard truth. "Do you really want to know the answer to this?" If I ask you this question- it's going to be something you really don't want to hear, so you better say "NO!"

I think telling the truth is a rare artform these days. People are so busy being polite and "PC" that they are living a lie without even knowing it. Many people don't even know that they are lying to themselves ,.... most are in complete denial. I wear everything on my sleeve. It's not nice to deal with at times I will admit. But at least you know I ain't bullshitting ya!

Anyway, the hubster got a dose of truth last night that sent him to bed in silence. I can tell he is mad... because he didn't even say goodbye this morning. Yet, he knows!!! He knows, that he was wrong for snooping. He's a naughty man that needs to mind his own business and trust me.

Am I wrong for not sharing my entire life with my husband? I didn't break any vows- and I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't even lie. I just didn't tell my husband I was in contact with this person or that I had a conversation with them through email.

Sure, I knew that he would be mad at me for talking to this person and it might hurt his feelings.... which is why I deleted it. If I want to talk to someone that you don't like, I'm going to do it... I just won't tell you because I know you will be mad. It's not lying, it's saving you from hurt feelings. I'm so rational. Not sneaky... just rational.

I refuse to feel bad about this. There. See. That's how it's done. I was honest with myself, I thought it through, I will not stress about it. Done. (You should read my "stress blog" next. It's a good one).

If you snoop, you will always find something you will not understand, and you may get upset. This is why I don't snoop, especially through drawers next to peoples beds. That is a huge no-no... and EWWW... I don't even want to tell you what sorts of things people keep in their side drawers. Or... underwear drawers, or under the mattress, or a book that has "Diary or Journal" written on it... or the ultimate, a medicine cabinet!!! Just don't bother... you won't find anything that is your business. Am I right?

 YES! Don't snoop.
As my mom would say:
"Eavesdroppers never hear good of themselves"

Love and Marriage

I am certainly not married to Al Bundy from "Love and Marriage", but I suppose you could say I'm a little like Peggy.

I came with a lot of heavy baggage. I have a lot of college loans and I have really expensive taste. I also am hard to deal with because of my social outbursts. I can't seem to help telling the truth- especially if you smell or look awful. It takes a strong personality with lots of confidence to hang out with me.

I was shocked when the hubby wanted to marry me. I took him up to the Adirondacks for a test run. You either love this place or hate it. If you hate it... I hate you. Plain and simple. I can NOT be in a relationship with a person that is allergic to animals, can't cut wood with an Axe, dresses like a douche, has a huge ego, or screams when they see a mouse. It's not going to work out.

So, the hubby loved the Adirondack mountains, and chopped wood like a champ. One blow straight down the middle, without breaking a sweat. Sexiest thing ever.... he also can sit by a fire while the smoke blows in his face ... he just sat there sipping his beer slugging his whiskey, and enjoyed the fire. Manly.

So I was driving us home, and he was sitting next to me reading the real estate paper... dreaming of owning a house there... because that's how much he liked it.... his bare foot up on the dashboard, paper in hand... we are driving on the New Jersey Turnpike... my favorite place in the world. Listening to some tunes... he looks at me and says "Will you marry me?" "Sure" silence.... for about a minute. "I'm serious" "I know" driving... and then I start hitting the steering wheel. "Really?! I'm driving on the NEW JERSEY TURNPIKE!!!, we just left Eden, and you ask me NOW!?!"

Anyway, he isn't much for romance, but neither am I. He was 22 years old. Young, still in college, working hard at a lock company.... he had potential. He is one of the smartest people I know... and the best part about that is that you would never know it... He is quiet, polite, softly spoken... he comes off as normal.. but he's not. The hubster is a walking computer with feelings. I knew I had the hope diamond in the rough.

Anyway, fast forward 6 years... and here I am in a house that we own, two gorgeous boys, riding horses, doing my art, writing, traveling, and I'm loved by the perfect man. I'm the luckiest person in the world.

He works his ass off, comes home, eats dinner, feeds the kids, gives them a bath and puts them to bed so that I can go out and be with horses. When I come home he has everything under control and doesn't bitch.

Sure he stinks... and is hairy... and can be a complete turd... but hes my stink turd. I love him.

Thanks Poophead... your the bestest. xoxoxo Me so happy. So very very happy.

The hubby when we were first married doing "Tan Dan" He wore all tan and ran around the house "tan danning"... anyway, I keep him hidden because he is a very important man now, so I must hide his identity. This is all you get. 

"Will you be my Valentine?" No.

Tomorrow is Valentines Day. I have never felt one way or another about it, except that I do believe that it is a hallmark holiday; meaning that this is a great time of year to rip people off with stupid heart candy that sucks and ugly cards with cupid and the word "love" on it. Is it really about love?

I don't celebrate it. I laughed the one year my husband actually got me something for the holiday. He knows better not to bother. You know I love you... if I don't treat you like crap. So for one day of the year I will be a little nicer then usual. Happy Valentines Day. Or you might get some vegan brownies that taste nothing like real brownies. They suck, but your fat... so.... here. nom nom nom..

I tried to get my facebook peeps to tell me "what was the worst gift you ever got?" and no one wrote back anything because they all suck or are scared of what I might write. AND so you should be.

My Aunt wrote something though...and mentioned that she had never gotten a Valentine.... This made me feel kinda bad, and after much thought I tried desperately to surprise her with a gift... but she lives in the middle of no-where and it has been told that burro's (donkey like animal) once brought her the mail. So this deemed almost impossible.

She has a P.O Box. I have no idea how big it is... and can you send flowers to a box? I asked my dad and he told me to just send her some vapo-rub... because he said that he saw her eat it once. This did make me laugh out loud... I think it may even be true. You never know with my family. They are all on the weird side. To be fair to her... my dad put silly putty in his ear and it melted...

So Anyway.... I did the next best thing. My Aunt loves Cats... (weirdo alert) she has a lot of cats. She may even speak cat ... and have I mentioned that I have never met her? She wont travel... she likes to keep to herself... with her cats. and a dog. (Not that there is anything wrong with that). I have gotten to know her through the internet. She used to send me care packages when Iw as a kid with tons of stickers and cool stuff like fossils... and I always liked them. Everything was so colorful and fun. I told her that I was going to come and visit her... and she wouldn't tell me her address... because she doesn't like humans. I think she's funny. When I have a bad day I look at her blog... yup she has one... and it is way cooler than mine.

Anyway, Aunt Julia... here is your Valentine's Day Gift. It is a picture of your favorite cat Rexie... (Rexie just recently had all of his teeth pulled, and my aunt has been nursing him back to health). I can't imagine how horrible this is for the both of them. She has had Rexie since he was a kitten, and I think she mentioned that he is now 15. I looked for kitty dentures and couldn't find any. I did however find some really gross pictures of cat teeth. ( don't google "cat dentures")... so I did this drawing instead. I hope you both like it. AND I will harass my dad to find a cute picture (if any).. of you as a small child, scan it and send to you. "Happy Valentines Day". Ugh... I think I just threw up in my mouth a little... did I really just write that? I'm getting sappy in my old age.

"Look out bitches, I'm coming to eat your faces with my kick ass new teeth!" Rexie says to the vermin that are fleeing from his enormous human sized chompers (complete with a gap tooth since this is all the rage at the moment). 

show this to your cats so they know it's normal to brush their teeth.