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I am on my third marriage. Third times a charm right? My first two husbands were functioning alcoholics. This one has a beer or two here and there. No big deal.

We started camping this summer and my weekends have been full of a drunk (sometimes passed out) husband. I don’t like it at all. This is how the last two started. They weren’t drunks when I married them. They became drunks over the years and this one is following that pattern.

I seem to be drawn to people that really are not good for me. He has been drinking until he cant even walk. Then comes the puke, then passed out by 5 o’clock and not up till next day. This is not what I had in mind when we bought a camper!

Camping is supposed to be relaxing, drink a few drinks and sit by the campfire with friends and enjoy each other. Talk, laugh, sing etc. Not sure when it became a drunk fest.

I left him at an event we were at, after i was told by another woman that “I needed to find a place for him to sit” Fuck him. He is a grown man that chose to behave this way. Someone brought his drunk ass back to the camp site via a golf cart and helped him to a chair. I didn’t even look at him. He stumbled to the camper and flew back out the door landing on the ground before he stood up and puked all over the tailgate of my friends truck.

I have been trying to love him again and he pulls this bullshit, which sets back any progressive I have made thus far.  

Of course I get the “I’m sorry” text today after not speaking to him since Sunday. If I had a nickel for every “I’m sorry” my drunken X’s have given me I would be rich.

Hope your Labor Day Weekend was better than mine.

 

 

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My audience

As I sit here, alone, bored and tired on my broke down sofa I am trying to figure out whom my audience is that I really want to identify with. People like me? Past middle aged women with a passion for life, but not enough money or energy to enjoy it. Women that love but could kill their husbands at the sadottie-couchthrowme time. Women with grown up kids and a grandkid or two?

My age group has experienced some great times and some very trying times. I, myself, have seen horrible things in my life that I would prefer to forget, but, this blog is here for me to talk about those things and remind others going through it that you can do this.

I want to identify with my audience  when I say “Ya, I Internet dated and what a disaster” or “my husband is just like having another child.”

Tonight as I’m feeling sorry for myself I got out my Bible and am reading Job. I could never be him. As much as I wish I could be more like Job, I am not. Not even close. Don’t get me wrong, I try to be a good person but there are days that my mouth is much bigger than it should be.

So the audience I want to identify with is YOU. The below middle class, past middle aged, divorced, remarried, broke, former sexual diva, scrap booker, camper, dog and cat lover, and housewife that has many skeleton’s in her closet but continues to march on.

Daily Post – Obvious

Obvious

I left the house all day yesterday to enjoy myself with a friend. This is something I don’t do very often. Seems like if I leave the house it goes to hell, even if its just for a few hours. Dogs and cats run out of water. There is always stuff laying around everywhere, water bottles, clothes, dishes. I can blame most of this on my mother in law for not raising her son to take care of himself. Its obvious to me when her kids are still at home at 38 and 40 that there is a problem.

I left my husband a list of what needed done before work along with cash to do some of these things. He didn’t do half of what I asked. Here is $40 please put gas in the car and pick up bread and peanut butter. He put $10 in car and forgot the rest.  Wasn’t it obvious that I wanted more than $10 in the car?

There is sausage, spinach and salad in the refrigerator for lunch. He obviously ate because the dirty dishes were in the sink. We have a dishwasher!!

Please work on laundry. I started a load and folded other. He put clothes in the dryer. Obviously he put them in right before he left because they were still in there when I got home and he didn’t start another load.

Its fairly obvious to me that I am not meant to be married.

Obviously, the third time is not a charm!

 

Why am I here?

I wasn’t planning on writing this blog but I started a two week course on writing blogs. My first assignment was to write about “who I am and why I’m here”

I wanted to start a blog to talk about life, my life, and the crazy things that go on in it.I have some interesting stories to tell, some advice to give (if you want to accept it) and I just want to put my feelings out on paper, or in the case the screen. I want to read how others respond to the situations that they are in.

I hope to relate to others whom have had the same joys, sadness and experiences that I have had so that we can share our thoughts and help each other along the way. Share recipes, learn new scrapbooking tips, help with my dogs and cats.

I have 3 beautiful adult children that I am extremely proud of, my eldest daughter has given me a absolutely beautiful grandson that I adore. I have a Great Dane, a mutt, 2 Savannah cats, a stray kitten and 2 geckos. I am a pet person. I love my babies.

I enjoy scrapbooking. I go on retreats with friends and we scrap all weekend. We stay in a hotel, drink adult beverages and laugh our asses off for 3 days. I make all occasion greeting cards and sell them.

This is pretty much me in a nutshell. Im just a mom, wife, grandma, chef, housekeeper, dishwasher, laundress, taxi service, gardner, scrapbooker, pet whisper, daughter, sister, best friend and future blogger.  I think blogging is going to be a great way to vent to the world about my thoughts and ideas.

xo

Intro to my Internet dating

I found myself divorced with 3 kids and spent 5 years not leaving the house on the weekend. I decided it was time to “get back out there” and get me a date.

I live in a small town where everyone is related. I needed someone who doesn’t know every single detail of my pathetic life. Internet dating. That was my answer.

I found myself looking at websites. Match.com seemed just too much for me, they wanted money and I’d be damned if paid to get a date. I started out with Plenty of Fish. Well . . . it should have been called Plenty of Dicks. Don’t get me wrong I had a blast on that sight (more stories to follow), but I received more dick pictures via text messages than Playgirl has.

Just so you know I was very careful about my dates. My bff (I’ll call her FSM2) always knew whom I was going out with, where I would be and his phone number. We did extensive research to find out any dirt possible. Sometimes she would go on the date with me and sit somewhere and just watch to make sure everything was kosher. There were a few we missed. Again, more stories to come.

I have so many stories. Some of them are horrifying some are hysterical and some are down right nasty.

 

That’s my intro. The actual dating experiences will follow.