It’s been a rough week.  I’ve been really pre-occupied with things.  One thing in particular that’s been bothering me is that I volunteer for too many things.  It takes away from other things I should be doing.  I am constantly trying to help people and I’m really sick of it.  This week I volunteered to help with this casino night fundraiser at the high school.  I regret it.  The event is this weekend and I just can’t wait for it to be over.  Worst part is that the coach that asked for the help doesn’t seem to appreciate it.  It’s a new year for me. I am changing this aspect of my personality.  I am going to start saying no.  It’s time for me to be selfish and do what I need, not what everyone else needs.

I took a leap and asked my husband for something I wanted this week.  He totally shot me down.  Made me feel insignificant.  I’d say 99% of the time he doesn’t deny me anything.  My life revolves around him and his around mine, his work and our kids, so hearing him say I didn’t deserve something really hurt.  I know he had his reasons.  I also had mine.  He didn’t care.  Like I said, it’s been a rough week.

My husband and I have been to 3 Queensryche concerts since we’ve known each other.  We went last night to our third.  It was the Operation Mindcrime 1 & 2 tour.  I had a good time, but I would’ve enjoyed myself more if they would have played more songs from their Empire album.  I mean how could they go the whole night without playing Silent Lucidity?  That is one of my favorite songs of all time.

At any rate, we took our kids to the concert.  They were probably 2 of 10 kids that were there so it wasn’t really their element, but they too are Ryche fans.  It was kind of strange because there were people smoking pot right behind us, so to see the looks on our kid’s faces when they smelled that smell was kind of awkward.  I mean I know far a fact they haven’t tried drugs yet, so it was a good opportunity for us to talk about it.  The funniest thing though was that the lady that was smoking it was old and fat, so it wasn’t the image of a druggie that we expected.

We had good seats of course until the two fattest guys in the whole stadium came and sat right in front of us.  Now remember, I’m short, so it was kind of challenging to see the whole show.  One of them took like 100 pictures throughout the whole show, so on top of his big head blocking my view, he kept putting is camera up to take a picture.  Annoying.

My husband had a great time.  As always he is a true Queensryche fan.

I’ll be writing alot more on this topic, but for starters. I like it. I would never not want to be married. I hate sleeping alone. At social events I hate being alone. I don’t know why, maybe because I am an only child and spent alot of years alone. My husband and I met at work. We worked at a messengar service. We delivered stuff for the record industry. It was a pretty fun job and easy. It was a while before I knew what he looked like becasue we used these walkie talkie things to communicate with everyone. I liked his voice though. Apparently, he hated me. At least that’s what he told me later. He was jealous because I was getting more work than he did. I won’t go into why that was, but at any rate…he invited my friend and me over to his place and that was pretty much it. We hung out everyday from then on and I never really went home. A few months later we moved in and three years later, we got married.

We had no plan. Just got married. We knew we wanted kids so I was pregnant a month later. Alot of people plan for stuff like this. Not us, we just knew we loved each other and wanted a family. We really had no plan for anything. We got married, then lived with my parents for a couple months til we figured out what we were going to do.  We were poor. Somehow we worked it out. I guess looking back, maybe we should’ve planned our lives out better, but in the end things worked out pretty good. I’ll talk more about it in the next few posts.

I got a puppy for Valentine’s Day.  Her name is Lola.  She’s a chocolate brown minpin. 

When your kids get older and don’t need you as much, as a mom it’s hard to deal with.  You spend so many years taking care of them, it kind of becomes who you are.  I really needed something to take care of.  It was either a puppy or a baby.  So I went for the puppy for sure.

It was pretty cool of my husband to agree to get me this puppy because we already had two dogs.  Two big dogs…rottweilers.  Now rottweilers are good dogs, but they don’t fill the need to cuddle like Lola.  The first few weeks we got Lola, she was about 3 pounds.  Introducing her to Maddox and Maddy was not easy, but my husband figured it out.  Pretty soon, they were all friends.  My male took to her sooner and really protected her.

This is my favorite picture of them.

Since Lola grew up with two big dogs, sometimes I think she thinks she’s a big dog too.  She only eats the big dog food.  The kibbles are so big she can barely fit them in her mouth.

Miniature Pinschers are good companion dogs.  If you can deal with the barking of course.  Oh, and don’t leave your shoes out.  We swear that Lola has short term memory loss because she will be fine with new people sometimes, then five minutes later, she’ll bark at them all over again.  It’s kind of like 50 first dates.

She follows me everywhere I go.  She constantly wants to be by my side and has separation anxiety when I leave her.  She’s exactly what I wanted.  She’s not perfect and I know I haven’t trained her as well as I could have, but she is still exactly what I wanted.

We bought our first house.  I’ve always dreamed of owning a home.  I’ve also dreamed of owning a million dollar home with maids quarters,a  butler, ten car garage, west wing, yada yada.

So what happened to my butler?  We bought a million dollar house and there is none of the above.  Don’t get me wrong.  The house is beautiful.  I guess, in my dreams though I always visioned a million dollars as being wealthy beyond my wildest dreams.

Funny how times change as does the value of the dollar.  The first house we lived in belonged to my father in law.  He paid 215k for it.  It is now worth 650k ten years later. 

My mind still can’t really grasp the concept that we own a million dollar home.  I mean we were so poor at one point.  When I think of what we have now and were we were, I can’t believe the good fortune that we have. 

So our house is great.  I guess now my husband better get to work on making another 2 or 3 million so we can have our butler.