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it’s been 48 hours since our anniversary and still not even an “i’m sorry.” i’m moving from humiliated to angry.

hubbin buzzed in on my morning chat with PJ (i was in full “what an idiot” mode telling her the story) and when i told him who i was talking to he said “what, are you bitchin’ about me?” yes, as a matter of fact, i am. would you rather i bitch to your face about it, or dump it on my best friend? i don’t care he said, sounding like he wasn’t going to hit target on the way home for a card.

i am beyond being nice about this. yes, i get it, we went out to dinner, we went to a show, it was great. you still have to show me that this day means something to you, emotionally. you have to say something. and by the way, there are like three bazillion crayons in my house and a bunch of paper, a shitload of princess stickers and paints. all would be forgiven if he made something silly with boo last minute.

i have a valid reason for being upset. and i think it’s fair to let him know that even though 48 hours have past, i’m still hurt. that’s honest. and i guess i respect him enough to tell him that, rather than stewing in silence.

a million years ago, i was lucky enough to watch a band in the recording studio. it’s took like 48 hours to get one song down. the second day i went was also my birthday. that morning, when i got up, i didn’t leave right away. not that i was hanging around to hear hubbin say “Happy Birthday”, but i was a little bit. and he never said it. so i went to the studio grumpy and sad. the drummer commented on my mood and i said - what’s the first thing you say to your wife when she wakes up on her birthday? he said “Happy Birthday, of course”. right! i said, maybe i should have slept with you last night. he thought this was hysterical and promptly wished me a happy birthday. sweet kid.

yesterday was our 11th anniversary. we went out friday night and when we got home and got into bed, it was around 12:30 AM. hubbin says, “happy anniversary”. i say the same. the next day, we are both not feeling well - everyone is getting sick at my house - but still. all day nothing. nothing, not one word. it wasn’t until we sat down to dinner and i gave hubbin two anniversary cards that he said anything. and it wasn’t that he said, happy anniversary, he didn’t really say that. he just said that he didn’t have a card for me.

we eat and the after dinner we start cleaning up and and he reaches for a hug. what’s wrong? he asks. gee, i dunno, it’s like you completely forgot that today was our anniversary. i mean, it’s 6:30 PM and you haven’t even said anything. (i figure by 6:30 PM if flowers haven’t been delivered or a card received he forgot or is a complete idiot). i said happy anniversary last night, he said. yeah, i was there, but that was last night, not today. saying it at 12:30 in the morning doesn’t mean you don’t have to say it today. it doesn’t get you off the hook. and that was it.

i’m hurt and humiliated beyond belief. i work my ass off and to the detriment of my own mental health. and no, i don’t feel well, and he’s complaining about getting sick. but i’m the one getting up with the baby at night, and i’m the one giving boo meds so she doesn’t get it too. AND YOU STILL HAVE TO SAY IT!!! it sucks that he didn’t get me a card. every year i tell him he doesn’t need to get me a gift as long as he gets me flowers. that’s all i want - flowers. and maybe an acknowledgment of the day.

i think most husbands would be thrilled to be off the hook so easily. for christsakes, you can order flowers online in advance to have delivered on the day you choose. you can have someone put “happy anniversary” on the card to be delivered with the flowers. it shouldn’t be impossible for a nearly 40 year old college graduate married for eleven fucking years to get his wife flowers or a card. but apparently it was this year.

and there will be so many things to blame, the kids, his getting sick, how busy we are, blah blah blah. you know, if you think long enough and hard enough there is an excuse for everything. but there is ABSOLUTELY NO EXCUSE FOR THIS. none.

fuck.

Dear MSNBC,

Fuck you! How dare you pull Waldorf and Statler, I mean Olbermann and Matthews, from anchoring Election Coverage! Do you know how much I was looking forward to seeing Olbermann on and off for hours at a time during the debates and possibly during state primaries? I was looking forward to it…a lot, and glowingly. And now you’ve gone and fucked it all up, thwarting my one-sided-media-induced love for Olbermann. Shame on you!

Replacing Olbermann and Matthews with David Gregory is a huge mistake. I don’t give a good goddamn that you are grooming him to replace Tim Russert. He’s a putz and a dink and we ALL know it. Shame on you for taking a dipshit hockey Mom’s finger-waving too literally.

Yeah, yeah, yeah…they are still commentators, but still. Clipping their wings because of pressure from the Old Man and the Sea-Monster only goes to show that the news can be bought and sold. I hope and pray that Mr. Matthews and Mr. Olbermann continue their honest insight, I wish them continued courage to question the unreasonable, and to speak their minds.

A dissenting daughter of the revolution,
Jodie

rejoice my darlings rejoice!
i just got out of a conversation with a Jehovah’s Witness and it wasn’t horrible!
hand to god, i speak the truth!

the weird thing is, is that i’ve known this person for a couple of years and while i don’t generally discuss religion with anyone, i know pretty much what faith most of my friends are. this one took me by surprise.

our conversation started because she asked if the “No Solicitors” sign on my front door was meant for Jehovah’s Witnesses.

“No”, i sighed, “That’s pretty much for everyone. Since the hail storm, these creeps come out of the woodwork, roofers and siders, etc.”

“Oh, because you know I’m a Jehovah’s Witness, right?”

aaaaaahhhhhh, she was already in the house…….and i thought, shit! i’m fucked.

we talked a little bit about it, but mostly we talked about moving away from the faith of our childhood and then coming back to it later in life. she seemed to have a pretty good attitude about having door slammed in her face, because i asked her. then i asked her about the number above. that’s what they believe, only 144,000 get to go up….the rest of us stay here. made me wonder, i’m pretty sure i’m not one of the ones jebus has his eye on. probably because i call him jebus.

you know how you have that one friend who swears by holistic stuff and extracts and nuts and shit? and how they get up at 5 AM and do their sun-salutations and use the neti pot and do the NY Times crossword puzzle and totally have their shit together?

yeah, i want to kick them in the chin too.

well, i am here to tell you that i will never be that friend. and while i’ve been up since pre-dawn all i’ve done is change a diaper, feed the shark, watch the psedo-albino guy deliver papers, balance the checkbook and play the same silly little twinkle song over and over and over to keep the buns happy and kicking away.

there should be no great accomplishments before 6 AM. none. i don’t care about time zones and what time you dentist appointment is. NOTHING should get done before 6 AM*.

all i want to do is sleep, sleep, sleep. but the buns is doing his little twinkle dance and it’s really cute - well all of it i can see between teary eyes yawns.

* the only exceptions to the 6 AM rule are saving lives or giving birth.

Rock of Love 3 announced.
it’s ritchie sambora. eewwww!
i feel dirty all over, and not in a good adrien brody kind of way.

i mean didn’t this guy just get busted for drunk driving with his daughter in the car? and i’ll take heather locklear’s sloppy seconds any day, but denise richards? fuck that.

i’ll still totally watch though.

thank god it’s not true.

are you kidding me Minnesota Weather? i mean, really? freezing temps, and snow in late April…..COME ON! i suppose now this means it’s going to be 90 degrees on Halloween with such a late start to the nice weather.

what doesn’t help is that we had to turn the heat up. which means i had to sleep in a tank top (i will explain the colossal sweating associated with breast feeding at a later date), which is just too much. it’s too warm in the house and it’s too cold outside for this to make any sense. i’m constantly sweating and i stink.

it means that boo will climb the walls today, because it’s too cold to take the buns outside. call me crazy, but i won’t take a newborn outside unless it’s at least fifty degrees out. grrrrr…which should be replaced by brrrrr.

i would just like to take a moment here and raise a huge middle finger to daylight savings time.

yeah yeah, we’ve come out of the cocoon of darkness and winter is almost over. clearly i’m still suffering from SAD.

but anyone with kids under the age of four is ready to pull their hair out.

it happened to early this year, and now we’re all fucked. kids are taking naps later but wanting dinner earlier. they melt down at bedtime because for some it’s still light out.

what a joke.

so piss off daylight savings time. yeah it’s still light out at seven o clock but my kid is working my last ever-loving nerve and it’s ALL YOUR FAULT!

look to your right and you’ll notice a link to “Garfield Minus Garfield” - a hi-LARIOUS look at the famous comic strip sans it’s lead character and namesake.

i’ve had the link up for at least a week. and it took EW a week LATER to name it as #5 on their Must List.

ggod thing for JCSG that there is no five.