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Second place is the first loser
Feb. 7th, 2005 10:07 amNot for the Patriots though baby! Woo hoo, they kicked some ass last night! Okay, so they barely won, but it was a good game nevertheless. I’m not really a Patriots fan, as I’m not a big football fan, but they are Steve’s favorite team, so I figure I’d bandwagon for him.
I, on the other hand, am feeling like the second place loser right now. My friend Danielle and her husband Eric (the one whose wedding I was in over Thanksgiving weekend) are coming out from Chicago this week, and so we all made plans to go out on Friday night for a Valentine’s Day dinner, along with another friend and his girlfriend. I asked Steve about it a long time ago, and he was fine with the idea. When I reminded him last night, he said that he couldn’t go because he was going to his work’s (he works for a community college, so it’s the college team) basketball game. Um, hell no! He agreed to this dinner a long time ago; he can’t just back out for a stupid basketball game! He says that it’s one of the last games, and it’s supposed to be the best game of the season. I don’t care! He also says that it’s the only time his mom gets out of the house. Again, and sorry to be mean, I don’t care! She has anxiety and agoraphobia, so she won’t leave the house unless she’s with another person. Therefore, if Steve doesn’t go to the game, she doesn’t go to the game. His dad is just as capable of taking her to the game, why doesn’t he go?! He said that it wasn’t her fault that she has a mental deficiency. Man please, she has anxiety, and while I realize that it can be a crippling disorder, she’s hardly mentally deficient. That he even thinks that it’s okay to flake on me like this is beyond me. I am so pissed at him.
Now that I’m turning my post completely upside down, I’ll start my weekend recap. Friday night, Steve and I were supposed to go to dinner and chat, since we had been arguing since I busted him lying to me about the casino. We got in the car, and when I asked why he was taking the freeway instead of side streets, he got annoyed with me. It was 5:30 on a Friday, who takes the freeway to go three blocks?! When we got to the Olive Garden, I put in our name, and we sat outside to wait. He just kept making crappy comments about things and had a bad attitude. I got tired of it, so I told him that he could either quit being a jerk, or we could go home. He started walking towards the car, so I turned in the pager, and we went to the food court at the mall, and then went home. He went into our bedroom after he finished eating and fell asleep. I just ignored him, because I was tired of his crap.
Saturday night, I had plans to go out to meet a friend for dinner and drinks, mainly to bitch about our husbands. In the afternoon, Steve asked when I was leaving, and when I asked him why, he said that he wanted to make sure he came home after I had left, because he didn’t want to be around me. Asshole. So I went out to dinner with my friend, and we had a great time. I got home at about 10:30, and Steve got home about 10 minutes later. I was sitting at the computer, and he asked if I wanted to watch a movie with him. This was his way of saying he was sorry, because he never watches movies with me, so it was like he was making it up to me. I picked out movies that I know I could normally never get him to watch. I figured that I’d make him suffer a little for being such a jerk :). So we watched "Monty Python and the Holy Grail." Funny stuff, gotta love that British humor. We ended the night on a pretty good note then.
We started arguing again on Sunday, because I was trying to clean the house before one of my school friends came over, and he wasn’t helping at all. He finally got off his butt, as soon as his TV shows were done, and took out the trash. In the meantime, I had cleaned the kitchen counter, washed the dishes, put the dishes away, vacuumed, started laundry, made the bed, and cleaned the bathroom. It’s just getting really old that I’m only home two days a week because of school, and I’m the one that ends up doing the housework.
My friend came over, and we went out to Olive Garden for lunch. Since I didn’t get it for dinner on Friday night, I figured it would be a good opportunity. After lunch, my friend went home and I sat down to watch the Super Bowl with Steve. We were happy that the Patriots won, and then we watched The Simpsons and American Dad. American Dad was pretty funny, though blatantly derogatory. It’s from the creators of Family Guy, so there’s no surprise there. After TV, we got ready for bed, and as we were chatting, I mentioned the whole Valentine’s dinner with my friends, and then that war started. As a compromise, I asked my friend today if we could move dinner to Saturday, but she already has plans with her mom that night, and I’m in school on the other nights that she suggested. So it looks like I’m going to be spending that night as the fifth wheel. Argh!
I, on the other hand, am feeling like the second place loser right now. My friend Danielle and her husband Eric (the one whose wedding I was in over Thanksgiving weekend) are coming out from Chicago this week, and so we all made plans to go out on Friday night for a Valentine’s Day dinner, along with another friend and his girlfriend. I asked Steve about it a long time ago, and he was fine with the idea. When I reminded him last night, he said that he couldn’t go because he was going to his work’s (he works for a community college, so it’s the college team) basketball game. Um, hell no! He agreed to this dinner a long time ago; he can’t just back out for a stupid basketball game! He says that it’s one of the last games, and it’s supposed to be the best game of the season. I don’t care! He also says that it’s the only time his mom gets out of the house. Again, and sorry to be mean, I don’t care! She has anxiety and agoraphobia, so she won’t leave the house unless she’s with another person. Therefore, if Steve doesn’t go to the game, she doesn’t go to the game. His dad is just as capable of taking her to the game, why doesn’t he go?! He said that it wasn’t her fault that she has a mental deficiency. Man please, she has anxiety, and while I realize that it can be a crippling disorder, she’s hardly mentally deficient. That he even thinks that it’s okay to flake on me like this is beyond me. I am so pissed at him.
Now that I’m turning my post completely upside down, I’ll start my weekend recap. Friday night, Steve and I were supposed to go to dinner and chat, since we had been arguing since I busted him lying to me about the casino. We got in the car, and when I asked why he was taking the freeway instead of side streets, he got annoyed with me. It was 5:30 on a Friday, who takes the freeway to go three blocks?! When we got to the Olive Garden, I put in our name, and we sat outside to wait. He just kept making crappy comments about things and had a bad attitude. I got tired of it, so I told him that he could either quit being a jerk, or we could go home. He started walking towards the car, so I turned in the pager, and we went to the food court at the mall, and then went home. He went into our bedroom after he finished eating and fell asleep. I just ignored him, because I was tired of his crap.
Saturday night, I had plans to go out to meet a friend for dinner and drinks, mainly to bitch about our husbands. In the afternoon, Steve asked when I was leaving, and when I asked him why, he said that he wanted to make sure he came home after I had left, because he didn’t want to be around me. Asshole. So I went out to dinner with my friend, and we had a great time. I got home at about 10:30, and Steve got home about 10 minutes later. I was sitting at the computer, and he asked if I wanted to watch a movie with him. This was his way of saying he was sorry, because he never watches movies with me, so it was like he was making it up to me. I picked out movies that I know I could normally never get him to watch. I figured that I’d make him suffer a little for being such a jerk :). So we watched "Monty Python and the Holy Grail." Funny stuff, gotta love that British humor. We ended the night on a pretty good note then.
We started arguing again on Sunday, because I was trying to clean the house before one of my school friends came over, and he wasn’t helping at all. He finally got off his butt, as soon as his TV shows were done, and took out the trash. In the meantime, I had cleaned the kitchen counter, washed the dishes, put the dishes away, vacuumed, started laundry, made the bed, and cleaned the bathroom. It’s just getting really old that I’m only home two days a week because of school, and I’m the one that ends up doing the housework.
My friend came over, and we went out to Olive Garden for lunch. Since I didn’t get it for dinner on Friday night, I figured it would be a good opportunity. After lunch, my friend went home and I sat down to watch the Super Bowl with Steve. We were happy that the Patriots won, and then we watched The Simpsons and American Dad. American Dad was pretty funny, though blatantly derogatory. It’s from the creators of Family Guy, so there’s no surprise there. After TV, we got ready for bed, and as we were chatting, I mentioned the whole Valentine’s dinner with my friends, and then that war started. As a compromise, I asked my friend today if we could move dinner to Saturday, but she already has plans with her mom that night, and I’m in school on the other nights that she suggested. So it looks like I’m going to be spending that night as the fifth wheel. Argh!
