Warning... this is kind of a rant. I'm sorry. But I'm a little upset with my fiance right now...
Here's a little back story. My fiance, Greg, and I have been together just over 2 years now. We met online and were friends for a few months, then things progressed and feelings developed so now we're engaged and are planning to marry on January 7th or 8th, 2011. He lives in Pennsylvania; I live in Texas. We see each other every day via Skype and that is our main line of communication when we're not together in person.
He is an awesome person and an amazing fiance. Yes, he does do some things I wish he wouldn't, and sometimes he hurts my feelings or annoys me. That happens, and I am most certain I do those things to him as well. But for the most part he is very considerate of my feelings and very tender and affectionate toward me, which I love.
Sometimes he just makes stupid mistakes... like today. While I'm rushing around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to take care of all my responsibilities before he basically rushes down here, marries me, and swoops me off to Pennsylvania, he doesn't really have to do anything except work and wait until the day that he flies down here. Meanwhile, I have to give all my notices, for my job, my apartment, etc etc etc. I have a dead car sitting at a mechanic's lot who wants to fix it for $300 too much and no way to tow it away, though I wouldn't be able to afford the storage charges I've been wracking up all the time it's been sitting there anyway. I have to separate up my entire life into what I can live without, and what I can take to PA. I have two cats, and can only bring one to live with us... and no idea what to do with the other one... or which one I'll choose. I have to arrange for the Justice of the Peace to marry us and find a place for us to actually get married... by myself. Plus, work, pay bills, and just live my daily life.
Today while I'm at work I get a text message -- from Greg. Of course I can't check it till I actually get off work, which was at 3 pm. It says, "Baby I love you more than life and I am wasted." Great. So as I'm driving to my landlord's to give her notice that I'll be leaving, I call him and he doesn't answer. So I decide I'll leave him a voicemail, but while I'm waiting for the beep, he calls me back. I asked him where he was and he says, "At the bar, but I'm about to go home." I asked him again and again not to drive, but he swears he's okay. I beg him not to drive, and try to reverse the situation to make him realize how serious this is and how worried I am about him. He admits he would be very upset with me if I were the one planning on driving home drunk from the bar. Yet he insists he is alright and is getting in the car to drive home.
The man pisses me off sometimes. I know a lot of people drive while under the influence, and some people don't think it's that big a deal. Well, to me it is. He seems to have no problem with risking his own life, whether by using his laptop while in the bathtub (plugged in), or driving home drunk. When he does things like that, that risk his life, it feels like he doesn't really care about me. I know that's not true. I know he loves me, but doing things like that doesn't show it. If he doesn't take care of himself, how is he supposed to take care of me? I'm supposed to be able to count on him and entrust him with my life, and I can't do that if he's putting his own life in danger.
He is apologizing now (on Skype), and says he doesn't know why he drinks too much and then drives home. Whatever. All I know is I am not a happy camper and I will be even more unhappy if this is still a problem after we're married. I'd probably be a fool to think it would change just because he was a married man and had a wife to come home to after work. I guess we'll see.
--Tierney
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Uhmm... what am I supposed to do again?
Hey! So this is my first blog... ever. Yeah, don't expect much. I think I'm stuck... after two sentences that's pretty darn bad...
I guess I will start by telling you about my first Black Friday experience... boring I know, but hey! you were warned. It will get more interesting I promi.... forget it I'm not promising anything.
It's Thursday night. I have to go to work at 6:45 in the morning. The ONLY store in town that is having Black Friday special sales is Wal-Mart. Yes. I do live in a tiny tiny town where Wal-Mart is the grocery store and local hangout. Anyway, I have been eyeing this Paula Deen cookware set for ages and every time I walk through Wally World, I have to go touch it and imagine cooking with it... like I cook. Well, it just so happened to be on the Black Friday circular. Yay. So my friend and fellow blogger, Ellie Mosellen, and I decided to venture out to good old Wal-Mart to do a little Black Friday shopping. The checking out of sale items didn't begin until 12:01 am, so we figure to get what we want, we should be there fairly early... 11:00 pm. We go in, stand by my cookware and some down pillows we wanted, and wait. Other people start standing by the items they want and it starts getting a little crowded.
Now in my mind, I start envisioning the things we've heard about on the news. I'm mentally preparing myself to grab the box of cookware as fast as I can, kick the old lady in the knee cap that grabbed it too, yank it from her and put it in my cart and get away as fast as I can, guarding it and never taking my eyes off of it, because someone could wait till I wasn't looking and snatch it from my cart. I don't know if I can do this... I mean I do want that cookware, but do I want it that bad? I saw a woman with her small child in a stroller and thought to myself... not "What is she doing with a 3 year old up at midnight?", but "What was she thinking bringing a child into this store on Black Friday?! Doesn't she know it's going to be like a herd of cattle in here once they make that announcement? Crazy woman! Risking her child's life..." By this point my heart's beating a little faster and I notice a woman come up behind me, eyeing the cookware, it's still only 11:30, and the end cap is surrounded, but I'm right next to my box. I ask her what color she wants, and it's the red. Good. I want the blue. I felt a little better about that.
Snap back to reality... about 10 minutes before midnight, an announcement is made that the wrapped pallets will be cut open but we can't check out until 12:01. People look around at each other and shrug, then start filling their carts. I grabbed my cookware, met Ellie with the pillows, and then we walked to the movies. I got several of those, though it was a little difficult maneuvering my cart around the others, it really wasn't a big deal. We then walked to the registers, checked the clock... 12:02 and proceeded to checkout. And then it was over. I was home by 12:15 and in bed by 1 am.
I should be happy I didn't get trampled to death by crazed shoppers in the middle of the night. I don't even like drama. But I have to admit I was a little disappointed at the lack of excitement surrounding my first Black Friday experience. Oh well, I guess there's always next year, and I'll be living in a new city, in a new state, halfway across the country... maybe they'll trample me there.
--Tierney
Oh and FYI... this post is not to make light of those who have actually been trampled on occasions such as these. And no, I really don't wish I or anyone else had been injured. I just think it's funny that what I had imagined Black Friday to be was nothing like what it really was.
I guess I will start by telling you about my first Black Friday experience... boring I know, but hey! you were warned. It will get more interesting I promi.... forget it I'm not promising anything.
It's Thursday night. I have to go to work at 6:45 in the morning. The ONLY store in town that is having Black Friday special sales is Wal-Mart. Yes. I do live in a tiny tiny town where Wal-Mart is the grocery store and local hangout. Anyway, I have been eyeing this Paula Deen cookware set for ages and every time I walk through Wally World, I have to go touch it and imagine cooking with it... like I cook. Well, it just so happened to be on the Black Friday circular. Yay. So my friend and fellow blogger, Ellie Mosellen, and I decided to venture out to good old Wal-Mart to do a little Black Friday shopping. The checking out of sale items didn't begin until 12:01 am, so we figure to get what we want, we should be there fairly early... 11:00 pm. We go in, stand by my cookware and some down pillows we wanted, and wait. Other people start standing by the items they want and it starts getting a little crowded.
Now in my mind, I start envisioning the things we've heard about on the news. I'm mentally preparing myself to grab the box of cookware as fast as I can, kick the old lady in the knee cap that grabbed it too, yank it from her and put it in my cart and get away as fast as I can, guarding it and never taking my eyes off of it, because someone could wait till I wasn't looking and snatch it from my cart. I don't know if I can do this... I mean I do want that cookware, but do I want it that bad? I saw a woman with her small child in a stroller and thought to myself... not "What is she doing with a 3 year old up at midnight?", but "What was she thinking bringing a child into this store on Black Friday?! Doesn't she know it's going to be like a herd of cattle in here once they make that announcement? Crazy woman! Risking her child's life..." By this point my heart's beating a little faster and I notice a woman come up behind me, eyeing the cookware, it's still only 11:30, and the end cap is surrounded, but I'm right next to my box. I ask her what color she wants, and it's the red. Good. I want the blue. I felt a little better about that.
Snap back to reality... about 10 minutes before midnight, an announcement is made that the wrapped pallets will be cut open but we can't check out until 12:01. People look around at each other and shrug, then start filling their carts. I grabbed my cookware, met Ellie with the pillows, and then we walked to the movies. I got several of those, though it was a little difficult maneuvering my cart around the others, it really wasn't a big deal. We then walked to the registers, checked the clock... 12:02 and proceeded to checkout. And then it was over. I was home by 12:15 and in bed by 1 am.
I should be happy I didn't get trampled to death by crazed shoppers in the middle of the night. I don't even like drama. But I have to admit I was a little disappointed at the lack of excitement surrounding my first Black Friday experience. Oh well, I guess there's always next year, and I'll be living in a new city, in a new state, halfway across the country... maybe they'll trample me there.
--Tierney
Oh and FYI... this post is not to make light of those who have actually been trampled on occasions such as these. And no, I really don't wish I or anyone else had been injured. I just think it's funny that what I had imagined Black Friday to be was nothing like what it really was.
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