My Resolution

My New Years Resolution is to quit trying to make everyone happy. No one can tell me what to do unless they are actually in my situation. You always think you know what you would do and say what you would do, but until it actually happens to you, you really don't know.People who are supposed to be your family will help you, as long as you do what they want you to do. It is my life. It may not be the one they would have chose for me, (or me for myself for that matter) but it's the one I have and I am going to make something of it. In trying to always pick the popular decision and make others happy you only succeed in doing one thing...making yourself miserable. So basically...*#@! everyone else and here's to me!

New Years

So...let me recap my New Years Eve. Four hour fight with my still-husband. It started because I couldn't tell him how long it would take me to get ready to go out for dinner. (Yes, so what if I had dinner with him.He makes nice arm candy). He was angry because I took someone other than him to my work X-mas party. I took a friend, not a date. The man that I took has been my friend for almost 10 years. Strictly platonic. He will always have my back no matter what. You know the kind, big brother like. He looks a lot like Ashton Kutcher so it may make some guys jealous if their girl is friends with him, but he is only a friend. I took him because I knew I could relax and have a good time.I could count on him to show up and fit in with my co-workers. Most eevry time in the last year when my husband said he would be at events he never showed up. I felt embarassed because I would say that he was coming and was excited only to have him let me down. He always felt caged in and wondered how much longer we were going to stay. Worse yet was when he did show up and then would vanish for days and I would feel used. I was not going to let him ruin another event for me so I just didn't invite him. Just so you all know...I had fun, got really drunk and had a good time. No stress, just a relaxing evening with my co-workers.
How come when a woman takes a while to get ready men just assume that we are trying to look good to impress them? Guys just don't understand that we want to feel beautiful because we are women. We want to feel sexy and desirable because we are women. Especially those of us with kids who sometimes, (who am I kidding) most days don't get to shower, let alone shave and wash our hair in the same day. This does not make us shallow, it makes us WOMEN.
On another note...know anyone who wants to buy or sell a house? Have them contact me and I can get a referral fee, mamma's got a baby to feed!