A Mix Tape of Emotions Vol. 2

First I'd like to thank my two readers for being loyal, supportive and understanding. Without you guys I would be seeking therapy and a room at Osawatomie. Thanks! I know how you guys love hearing my crazy stories of drama and chaos so I won't let you down with this post....

I love my husband and he loves me, I know this much. I however HATE some of the things he says and does and his constant bickering about certain things. The phrase "No one realizes what you do, until it isn't done" has became my motto. It's frustrating. Anywho, Friday afternoon Scott calls and we argue slightly over money. What a fantastic start to the weekend, I thought while crying and hanging up the phone. I was certain the weekend would be a disaster. He gets home and has a headache and isn't in the best mood. Great! Eventually he started to get into a better mood and we head over to his mom's to try and get some brush piles burnt for her and to cut down a small tree. We get there purposely after 6pm (when Dreyton has to leave to visit his dad every other Friday). Of course, Becky is there with Connery cooking dinner for herself and Brian at Pat's house...? Scott looked around for a suitable fire starter and got to work on the brush piles. After hearing several times we don't do anything around Pat's house and she does everything, I get severly annoyed, as does Scott. What really took the cake is when Becky kept saying "well Brian would do this" "Brian said do that"...Is Brian fucking here right now!? NO! Is he gonna light these piles up!? NO! Shut the fuck up! Typical behavior though, no surprise. Scott then decides hes going to cut down a small tree growing in the middle of a large cedar in Pat's yard. This must have been the first time Scott had ran a chainsaw b/c of the comments I heard, he didn't know what he was doing. After the little tree was cut down, something was mentioned about trimming the lower branches of the cedar so no one could hide in it?! I have a few things to say about this: 1.) If you've ever tried to climb into a cedar tree, it isn't much fun and would find a more comfortable spot to hide in instead...such as a barn, a shed, 4' tall grass...the list goes on, but no we're worried about this fucking cedar!? 2.) Cedars that are mature and have branches touching the ground generally don't have grass under them and have many years worth of needles below. Trimming the lower 4'-6' of branches, as suggested, would look fucking retarded. Scott made his point by giving a "you're a lunatic" look and walking off to put the chainsaw up. After this, I'm sure there were plenty of unrealistic things said between Becky and Brian about Scott and I and doing stuff around Pat's house. There was this pan of random crap thrown together cooking in the oven that Becky called "Lasagna"...I don't want to get started on her cooking abilities...none the less Pat ordered a pizza for Scott, the boys and I, mostly out of refusal to eat the cobbled up shit called lasagna. Becky can take an awesome thing and completely ruin it by changing it to make it her own, which should be a crime in all 50 states. Dakota was hungry while waiting for the pizza and goes into the kitchen to see what Becky, Brian and Connery were eating. He takes one look at the pan, gives this strange look and says "I want pizza". Priceless! My boys arent stupid, they know good food from bad ;). I'm not saying that I make a perfect meal everytime, but I do try my damnedest! Eventually Becky and Brian left and Pat, Scott and I played Phase 10 Master's Edition for a couple hours....then it was home to bed.

On Saturday, we slept in. I was in desperate need of some decent sleep, so this was most appreciated. We got around slowly and went to Grandma Bettys to check on the deer feeder. After realizing the deer had not touched our corn for two weeks, Scott decided to move the feeder and dump a few piles of corn on the ground. We left and came back into town so Colton could practice shooting some more before Youth Season started. While driving around town we found my mom and dad. They followed us to our house and Dad dropped Mom off with us for the day while he went to help my uncle Larry. Normally this would have irritated me to no end, b/c my mother does not get out and about. She is a couch potato for lack of a better term. TV and Couch all day long. Well, it was too nice of a day to sit at home and cater to her usual routine, so we continued preparing to go shoot. Mom went with us! My mom's health isn't the best. She has several mental disorders as well as serious heart problems among other things, but I think getting out and enjoying fresh air and sunshine was good for her. We went out to Becky and Brians to shoot and Colton did such a great job! Scott spray painted a "deer" on a large piece of cardboard and Colton hit vitals at 100 yrds with the SKS every time!! We were so proud. Dakota shot his 22 at 30 yards and did okay. I feel bad for Dakota, he's getting really jealous of all the hype on Colton going hunting, etc. :( Anywho, after shooting we came back into town and I went to the store for dinner ideas. I decided I was going to do Caribbean Jerk chicken, Roasted potatoes and corn on the cob. Dad had said he'd be over to pick Mom up shortly, so I wanted to have dinner ready. Well, it didn't turn out the best. The potatoes were crunchy, the corn was overcooked and the chicken was alright. Oh well...shit happens. By this time, Mom had spilled a pepsi on my living room carpet and dropped her hotdog (she won't eat dark meat) while falling asleep with a mouthful of food...this is Mom's usual behavior or her "crazy" moods as I call it. Dad put Mom in the car and immediately left after eating...that pissed Scott and I off. Can'tcha stick around a little while!? Out of boredom I text Pat to see if she felt up to playing another round of Phase 10 Master's Edition...she did! We trucked over to her house and played cards for the rest of the night. It was nice. I didn't win...but it was still a pretty good time. After the game, it was time to hit the hay.

Sunday we got up and around and went over to Pat's to see what she was doing for the day. We ended up helping her do some shrubbery work. Her shrubs were out of control before yesterday, but all is well now. After a couple hours of that, we all, Pat included, hopped in the truck to go to Grandma Betty's to check on the piles of corn and the recently moved feeder and to grab a tree stand. Come to find out, it looked like the deer had already found the piles of corn! 2 weeks with a feeder sitting out there, there was no signs. 1 day of corn piles and they'd been attacked! Funny huh? Anywho, we grabbed the tree stand and headed to Raymonds to put it up out there. We figured having another stand at Raymond's would be a good place to hunt Youth season for Colton. After that, we came back to Pat's house where we found Becky's van in the driveway...Doesn't she have her own house!? We all walk inside and Pat instantly ran to the bathrom. Colton and Dakota were excited to see Connery so they run into the living room to find him. Big mistake I guess. They got their asses CHEWED. Connery was asleep and the boys were diliberately trying to wake him up....Becky couldn't hear her movie...fucking ridiculous!!! Scott went outside on the porch and Pat, unaware of what had happened, followed. I run outside and Scott asked where the boys were. I said in the toy room and he said to get them! I go inside and god forbid they play with anything that makes any noise half the house away, b/c they were getting chewed out again!!! I grabbed the boys' hands and took them outside. They asked what I was doing and I said "preventing you from getting your ass chewed anymore" right in front of Pat. Scott and I were like FUCK THIS. If Becky wants to lounge around all day and nap and watch movies, etc....she has her own fucking house to do that. And then to act like she owns the place in telling the boys they're being "inconsiderate" of Connery's napping. WTF! It's not her fucking house. Granted Scott and I spend a lot of time at his moms, BUT we don't act like we own the place. I don't go to the grocery store and buy stuff for dinner and then go to my mothers house to cook it, b/c I don't like going home!? Grow up! She is on some fucking high horse and someone needs to dismount her! I get tired of everything revolving around her. The world stops for her. She's always in charge of EVERYONE. Fuck this shit. I know I'm hormonal and everything with being pregnant, but I know I'm not crazy in saying I have a right to hate her. She treats everyone like shit unless she wants something. I don't understand how a person who pretends to be so nice can be so hateful and rude. After we load the boys up and come home I cleaned out Scotts truck and my car. Pat came over to use our shop vac to vacuum out her car...while leaving Becky at her house. HA. Scott decided he was going to go sit in the recently moved tree stand to scout deer so he left. Pat brought over some shears and an electric trimmer so I could try and tame the tree covering most of the front of the house. She stuck around and helped for awhile...while Becky was at her house. Thanks Pat! It's about time she showed a little backbone and quit trying to please her daughter all the time. She has two other kids plus 4, almost 5 grandkids....! UGH After Pat left, I started dinner. I grilled Lemon/Herb chicken and baked potatoes. This actually turned out not too bad. Of course when I'm not cooking for anyone but us 4, its awesome lol. After dinner, I was BEAT. I turned on a movie and within the opening credits I was dozing off. I encouraged Scott to come to bed. I was out like a light....until 3:30 when I woke up sneezing, with a headache and Haelie dancing around. I've been up since....makes for a long day, but I've already gotten a lot accomplished, so that's a plus. I'm exhausted and in need of a nap already, which is sad, but oh well.

I know you guys will appreciate this weekend summery of mine lol. Let me know what you think!