Why?

Why do all of the women I like the most on my Mom online bulletin boards live the farthest away? :(

Why does my husband not believe me when I tell him to do/not do things and then ends up accidentally fucking us over financially when he's the responsible one with money and I, well, um, suck with it?

Why do I procrastinate and not do things that really need to be done yesterday?

Why are there people in this world who are driving in front of me and don't turn on their turn signal to indicate they will be slowing down until they are already in the process of the turn, therefore giving me no more warning than if they just didn't use a turn signal at all?

Why do my children often drive me crazy?

Why are there so many fucking ants in our house? GRRRR!

What a zoo!

Gracie went to the Philadelphia zoo today with my parents as a birthday gift from them. My baby turns 4 tomorrow. *sigh* She had a fantastic time and it's great that she's so close to her Grandma and Granddad. :)

Kitchen progress has been made. WOOHOO! I think we've (finally, yet tentatively) decided to go with a pecan wood with a natural stain for the cabinets. One phone call to Warren (the wonderful designer who puts up with our shit and indecisiveness) and it'll be final and the cabinets can be ordered. Baby steps... Baby steps...

Why is it...

that no matter what position Steve falls asleep in while on the recliner in the living room, when I look over at him 10 minutes later, he's still sleeping, but with his hand now down his pants? I mean, does his hand gravitate there in his sleep? Does he wake up, think, "Shit! I'm not touching my unit!" and put it there on purpose before falling back to sleep? One of life's greater mysteries I suppose.

God help me...

It's "just" a kitchen. Seriously. I've had no kitchen since the beginning of February and that entire part of my house is blocked off. I've been pretty damn patient with the whole thing if you ask me. But now I think I've reached my breaking point. Steve and I went to the designer on Thursday to finalize all of our cabinet and countertop choices (after 3 months and 11 different designs). I thought we were done. It was a two hour meeting filled with decisions, changes to those decisions, "discussions", and finally, some actual choices. Until we left the place. Five minutes after we walked out, Steve said he's not so sure about the white cabinets (that he wanted since day 1) and if we get natural wood cabinets, maybe the black countertops won't be the best choice. {insert choice words here}

So now he says, "Find a picture of the exact kitchen you want and we'll use that to base our selections on." Um, excuse me asswipe, but I've looked at literally hundreds pictures over the past few months and I've shown you about 50 of those. Now I have to do it again? Bite me. (*sigh*)

Just 'cuz...

I have nothing new, creative, or clever to say. But it was bugging me that I only had one post in my whole pathetic blog, so I'm adding this one. (Because I have issues like that.)