Snickerdoodles, sex toys, and Martin's supermarket methhead whores...geez....

So it's just one of those days where you're slump over and you realize how much life sucks. It almost doesn't matter how much you try to do right in the eyes of everyone because it doesn't guarantee that everyone else who sees you doing right will do so in return. You would think that would just make the most sense if everyone just played nicely and just think happy thoughts. Well, I was wrong. My thinking isn't that innocent as this sounds but I suppose I was just very hopeful.

So where does my story begin?

Here goes: I'm married. Quite unhappily for some time. Never wanted to be married in fact but it was one of those situations where you find yourself holding the positive preggo tests and the father of the baby kneeling down every few days armed with that blasted diamond ring. Now didn't that last statement just sound crazy coming from a girl? I suppose many people say this but I'm going to say it again: I'm not your typical girl. I come from a rigid family full of some old ancient traditions, o'bit of money, loud voices, missing mothers, and plenty of failed marriages. So how weird does it really get? Okay, we burn stuff once a year for the our dead bloodline (with a pinic at the gravesite), enjoy some seaweed soup that looks like black hair, can't dress decently to save our lives, we have some loud voices, and my father has been married four times (we have two missing mothers from that...another story for another day). I've never had a mother for myself. Grew up pretty much without my father as well so that area is pretty lack-luster.

How can this story get more confusing? Well, seven months ago a thirty year old methhead cashier hit on my husband. How do I know she's a methhead? Because my husband didn't take the bait initially but her persistance got him and he cheated on me. He later revealed that he smoke weed with her and he noted she was a methhead with a twelve year old girl. Now here's the getter. Bastard left me and our precious child to spend time with this supermarket dunce for about two months. Why someone would want to go with a girl who has a pretty lame job at thirty, twice the size of the wife you got at home, has a masculine jawline, slightly masculine figure, is six years older than the wife you have at home, and has terrible highlights is beyond me. Someone explain that logic? Beyond that, why would you bring your own child into this situation also? And then lay that innocent child down on the bed where the horrendous deed has been done ten times at least before running back for your wife? The cherry on top is where my mother-in-law invites her over for the New Years Eve party for all the friends to meet her. Stupid ignorant bitch...bye bye grandbaby pretty soon! People around here forget I hold the upper hand when it comes to my son in just about every way and then they want to proclaim themselves great and wonderful. When it was all said and done with, the idiot comes back in tears armed with friends backing him up on how his heart was just always with me. Sorry, I must look like the the biggest idiot on the face of the planet to even care you when you burst into tears in front of your friends from losing your wife. *Whoops* Oh, did I really say that!

With my financial circumstances at the present time and the utter chaos that has come about from this, I have had little option but to play nice until the fog dissapates. Nevertheless, everytime I look at my husband now I think about snickerdoodles and sex toys. Hence the ridiculous title. Why? Well, he goes to sleep before me typically. It use to be when he was asleep I would stare at his pretty face admirably and lean over to give him a soft kiss somewhere on his face. Now I see him asleep and I find it so tempting to violate him with sex toys over a plate of snickerdoodles which happens to be one of my favorite cookies. Warm and soft snickerdoodles.  As for her, she's definitely got an good one coming her way. God will be hand delivering it for me.

Alligators? Oh my!

So it's about a week later and the most I've accomplished thus far is...two loads of laundry and a slow cooker recipe. Oh yeah, we've recently welcomed a new little pet into our lives by the name of Alligator. Apparently, my two year old son has learned to talk enough that he spent a whole day communicating how much he wants an alligator. So off to Petsmart we went and that's how the purchase of a teal and navy blue Betta fish brough little ole' Alligator into our lives. He's pretty boring.

I'm beginning to contemplate the purchase of a much nicer pocket camera to really make the most out of my blog. So far I have a fuddy duddy Sony CyberShot 7.1 megapixels which does pretty blurry stuff. I've been eyeing a Canon SD780 12.1 megapixels for about a year or whenever they first came out. I waded it out so that the price would drop about a hundred bucks. Perhaps now is the time. Either that or I could rip pictures off Google to bring some aesthetic pleasure to my little corner of the internet world. Who knows? For the time being let my static blog be blah.