So I'm skipping the onslought of insults running through my head over observations during Thanksgiving. I will say this... If you have a baby, bring diapers to holiday events...and food...and play pen... toys... general baby stuff??? If you are attending family events, please don't Brittany Spears everyone because you feel your "rockin body" needs to be shown off in a miniskirt that your mom has to pull down for you as you walk in the door... AND please please please be on time to the most important thanksgiving there could be to your grandmother, who is ill, may not be here next year (especially because you haven't gotten your flu shot yet.. why was that again???), and just had the first thanksgiving she'll have in her dream house.

Ok so there is the re-cap of thanksgiving... really don't ask. (And that will make little sense to anyone who wasn't there, I will note that anyone who was there doesn't know about this blog so really it was just for me!)

(inserting a special thanks to the Cuke for being so awesome and checking this out! :-) )

MOVING ON TO MONEY

I worked my butt off to keep us floating for almost 9 months... that included coming home and doing dishes, keeping the house picked up blah blah... Then he gets a job woo hoo!!!!! except somehow we're short on rent... not by much, but by enough to ask a parent for a slight amount of money until next pay check. GREAT! so why is it my parents I'm asking AGAIN??? After I held my job for the last 9 months, and continued to get raises, and continue to work here even though I swear it makes me a cry a little to come in every day? Why do I get the pleassure of asking AGAIN even though I've been giving up my friday evenings to go into town to help out at my Mom's shop in exchange for my car insurance getting paid (not just mine, this is for him too), and food, and some cash when needed. Why is it, again, that we can't ask his????

Then I get the lovely line "then you handle the expenses". Hey that's great! until I do and he can't get that dumb toy he wants, then all hell breaks loose I'm the bad guy again. I'm thinking it's time to assert myself into two separate accounts again. If "we" can't have a good financial standing... maybe I can at least. Maybe for the first time in our relationship we can actually split everything down the middle??? Not the typical I pay more cause I make more, but the more realistic, handle your own money in your own account, give me have or rent and groceries, AAAANNNDDDD we're good.

Ok I"m done for now. I'll write something that reads better later. But I can't right now because I'm much to blinded by rage.