Weekend and Updates and Oh My

So this past Friday the husband wanted to get out of the house. We went to the movies (OMG it's been AGES since we've done that) and saw Hansel and Gretel. It was good :) Now, you need to understand that I like Action movies. I am not a girly girl movie type (except for Mama Mia and a few choice others, but it's very very few), I like blood, guts, heroics and suspense. I like the bad guys getting their asses kicked so hard you know a sequel is coming once they get back up. So, Hansel and Gretel. It had a lot of blood, lots and lots of blood. And the witches? Some of them would give me nightmares (if I didn't giggle at the stereo types a bit) but the CGI was pretty damn cool on a couple of them. And I totally wish I was skinny enough/fit enough to wear some of those outfits. DAMN. The only thing that sorta bugged me was the ending (no spoilers), I wish it was sorta done differently, though I can understand why it was done that way.

After the movies, we still didn't want to head home. So we went to Wal-Mart, hoping that most of the red necks were at home and get some needed shopping down before any more snow came down. Well, it seems there were still a few shopping and running into old friends that they had to stand in the middle of the damned aisle and chat with. Oh, and lots of fucking teenagers. Seriously. They were roving in packs. And it seems, someone of the 2 pathetic groups stole my Laplander Bat hat, the asshole, at some point. It really killed the night for me. One minute, happy date night and things are going well. Then WHOOSH mood killer. What sucked as well was that before we even left for the movies, I realized that my opal nose ring had fallen out and gods only know where the fuck that itty bitty thing went to. At this point, more than likely the vacuum cleaner. But that didn't bother me as much as the hat. And of course the hubby is asking if sex was in the cards and I just started him drolly because, uh, no. I don't want to have sex when I'm angry, well unless I want angry sex but that is not the same thing at all. Which probably then killed any happy feelings HE was having. Ugh. Cluster meet Fuck.

Saturday, the MIL came over that afternoon. The morning was good, breakfast was yummy (eggs. toast, bacon and COFFEE) and did some laundry, cleaned up a little bit. Saturday was just a fine normal day. Morning sex was good too.

Sunday, the husband slept in late...like as in past lunch. I got up earlier, around 9 am and made breakfast (repeat of Saturday, except it was maple sausage instead of bacon) and actually got on my computer. It was been so fucking long since I actually looked at facebook. My kid has been on it, playing games. But I haven't touched that fucker, not really, since the beginning of December. Wow, it almost felt weird being on it. I know it's just a website, social media, but it was also part of an old pattern, you know? I think moving forward, it will be good to just visit it and see how that goes. I am thinking of doing more with google+ anyways. Will see. Maybe I will just stick with my blogging and Goodreads for now and be content.

Anyways, back to Sunday. So, after being on FB for a bit, I bundled up and went outside to read (ahem, and smoke) because I wanted to enjoy the snowy morning/afternoon. The kid was fine, he ended up going outside to play a couple times, and my finger tips slowly froze as I got more and more into my book. By the time I went inside to thaw out a little, the husband was up, showered and on his computer. So I went back outside to read some more. He did poke his head at me to see if I was going to the library around 3 pm, I said no because I hadn't showered yet. So, I spend half the day outside, enjoying the sunshine, the snow, reading and smoking when I got my fingers to flex enough to use the lighter. I think that this caused some tension in the house though. Because when I did go back in (ok, it was early evening at this point), I could feel the energy difference. And it didn't really go away. Granted neither of us talked about it, which is the wrong thing because one of us should have said something. So at the end of the night, I couldn't sleep (I was too damned hot, ironic since it's so cold out) and went to the couch. Still couldn't sleep and had all this pent up frustration - from being hot and tired and still a bit of funky energy going on I think. So what did I do? Push ups. Sit ups. 10 push ups, then 4 sets of crunchers (25 in different positions) and then 10 more push ups. The I did some arm exercises with a 3 lbs weight. I felt better. I felt not as upset. I was finally able to sleep, though it was closer to 1 am at this point. Not sure why this worked, but I actually did cool down some afterwards, so go figure.

So, I guess that's something I'll talk to my therapist about today. How to open my mouth and say something instead of being passive aggressive (I was overt about it last night) and how to deal with the fucked upness of life a little bit more. Shoot me now. It might be less painful.


Yes the Ravens beat the 49ners. I like the Ravens, because well for a couple reasons. Which are neither here nor there. I thought this whole Superbowl was wonky. I thought this season was somewhat wonky. Is it just me? So, the 2 teams owners are brothers. Okay....and some of the games this season were fucked up because of Ref's...and the Ravens were kicking ass until the lights went out and then just sorta went stupid? And yeah there was those extra 2 points to the 49ners...It just all screams politics and money at me for some reason. My little psychic sense is telling me something was not right with this. I think someone must have but a ton of money on that spread...

Sorry for not blogging as much last week. I had some things going on and it made thinking about writing anything not a happy idea. So, I pondered things away by ignoring them for the moment.