Post by Jack Burton on Feb 14, 2009 21:32:19 GMT -5
So, I'm going to blog here bout stuff. I already have a movie review blog but I never really blog about stuff that happens to me. Since today has been a throughly blah day for me, here it goes: (PLEASE NOTE: I'M EXTREMELY DOWN IN THE DUMPS SO WHATEVER I SAY MAY BE EXTREMELY OFFENSIVE. APOLOGIES IN ADVANCE.)
Sigh.
Who's married? Show of hands? Okay, this topic's all about marriage. Been married for almost 20 months now and the wifey is starting to show her true colors. BLUE. She's been utterly depressed and down about her work, which is fine, but when she comes home I try to get her to not think about work, usually with humor and/or good deeds that I have no desire to hear "Thank you" for, just a smile might help. Well, Mon. I cooked dinner for her, had it ON THE DAMN TABLE when she walked in. She sat down and before she took a bite out of her chicken tacos her mother called and she proceeded to TALK ON THE PHONE FOR 20 MINUTES to her her mom. She didn't eat the meal. She sat and talked and let her food get cold. No "Hi how are you" No "I missed you". NOTHING. I told her I thought it was a tad rude then she jumped on me and yada yada yada. I let it go.
Tues. I met with some friends who I am making a short film with and edited from 5pm to 9pm. When I got home I got chewed out for being out "LATE". I'm sorry but 9pm is only late if you are an Amish farmer. I let it go.
Weds. Relatively incident free.
Thurs. Near meltdown. I wanted to see Friday the 13th at midnite and SHE SAID SHE WANTED TO GO. 11:00 pm rolls around I'm getting ready and she says she doesnt want to go all of a sudden. The people we're going with show up and she just goes into the bedroom to sleep. Whatever.
Tonight. She hired an electrician to put security lights on the back of our house. It's her house (long story) so I said fine. She asked me what I thought and I told her the light should be on the far corner of our house facing the yard since we already have another security light on the other side of the yard. She didn't take much stock in that because the dude put it on the opposite side facing the security light so now one half of our backyard is immacualately lit and the other half is pitch black. I told her this and now IT'S MY FAULT BECAUSE I DIDN'T TELL HER WHERE TO PUT THE DAMN LIGHT!
This is after we waited 90 min. for a table at our favorite restaurant and she childishly bickered with me for not getting a reservation and when I said "do you want to go somewhere else?" she said "No." Then minutes later (LITERALLY MINUTES LATER) she complains again about the wait. Again I say "do you want to go somewhere else?" Again... "No". Repeat.
Back to like 30 min. ago. (I'm telling this tale like Tarantino, forgive me, I'm upset) We're talking about the possibility of knocking the boots in the car ride home. Cool. Then we pull into the driveway and the security lights DON'T COME ON. Melt down. AGAIN MY FAULT FOR NOT TELLING THE ELECTRICIAN WHERE TO PUT THE LIGHTS.
A. I was never home to let him in to do the work and give my opinion. B. I did voice my opinion to the FIRST electrician who gave her an estimate that was too high, but she made no note of it then. C. The Nookie Train came to a screeching halt.
Fight ensues. Every little thing thats been bothering her about me for the past year comes out (She makes more money, I have more time off, I should be using said time to make the house immaculate instead of pursuing my goals in life which is to make a movie). Then well, the S hit the fan.
You all want to hear what NOT to call your wife on Valentine's Day?
I'll give you a hint.
It starts with "C".
That St. Valentine dude can kiss my rear.
Sigh.
Who's married? Show of hands? Okay, this topic's all about marriage. Been married for almost 20 months now and the wifey is starting to show her true colors. BLUE. She's been utterly depressed and down about her work, which is fine, but when she comes home I try to get her to not think about work, usually with humor and/or good deeds that I have no desire to hear "Thank you" for, just a smile might help. Well, Mon. I cooked dinner for her, had it ON THE DAMN TABLE when she walked in. She sat down and before she took a bite out of her chicken tacos her mother called and she proceeded to TALK ON THE PHONE FOR 20 MINUTES to her her mom. She didn't eat the meal. She sat and talked and let her food get cold. No "Hi how are you" No "I missed you". NOTHING. I told her I thought it was a tad rude then she jumped on me and yada yada yada. I let it go.
Tues. I met with some friends who I am making a short film with and edited from 5pm to 9pm. When I got home I got chewed out for being out "LATE". I'm sorry but 9pm is only late if you are an Amish farmer. I let it go.
Weds. Relatively incident free.
Thurs. Near meltdown. I wanted to see Friday the 13th at midnite and SHE SAID SHE WANTED TO GO. 11:00 pm rolls around I'm getting ready and she says she doesnt want to go all of a sudden. The people we're going with show up and she just goes into the bedroom to sleep. Whatever.
Tonight. She hired an electrician to put security lights on the back of our house. It's her house (long story) so I said fine. She asked me what I thought and I told her the light should be on the far corner of our house facing the yard since we already have another security light on the other side of the yard. She didn't take much stock in that because the dude put it on the opposite side facing the security light so now one half of our backyard is immacualately lit and the other half is pitch black. I told her this and now IT'S MY FAULT BECAUSE I DIDN'T TELL HER WHERE TO PUT THE DAMN LIGHT!
This is after we waited 90 min. for a table at our favorite restaurant and she childishly bickered with me for not getting a reservation and when I said "do you want to go somewhere else?" she said "No." Then minutes later (LITERALLY MINUTES LATER) she complains again about the wait. Again I say "do you want to go somewhere else?" Again... "No". Repeat.
Back to like 30 min. ago. (I'm telling this tale like Tarantino, forgive me, I'm upset) We're talking about the possibility of knocking the boots in the car ride home. Cool. Then we pull into the driveway and the security lights DON'T COME ON. Melt down. AGAIN MY FAULT FOR NOT TELLING THE ELECTRICIAN WHERE TO PUT THE LIGHTS.
A. I was never home to let him in to do the work and give my opinion. B. I did voice my opinion to the FIRST electrician who gave her an estimate that was too high, but she made no note of it then. C. The Nookie Train came to a screeching halt.
Fight ensues. Every little thing thats been bothering her about me for the past year comes out (She makes more money, I have more time off, I should be using said time to make the house immaculate instead of pursuing my goals in life which is to make a movie). Then well, the S hit the fan.
You all want to hear what NOT to call your wife on Valentine's Day?
I'll give you a hint.
It starts with "C".
That St. Valentine dude can kiss my rear.