September 10, 2009

• Men And Apologies: Never The Twain Shall Meet

  AM and Godzilla left this morning around 10am. They were well rested, bright eyed and bushy tailed. The Beast took them out for breakfast and left me alone to sleep longer since I don’t eat so soon after waking up. I told him *GO!* and he did. I got up after they returned and had a cup of coffee while they chatted. I have to have my first cup of coffee before I can even smile in the morning. It’s kind of an old family joke; just ask Bratfink, who once snapped a picture of me in my infamous blue robe before I had my coffee.

  I enjoyed AM and Godzilla’s visit. Godzilla never had time to get on my nerves. For that, I am grateful. AM, of course, wants us to come up to The Cottage for Thanksgiving but I told her that I was going to have my kids here. I hope so anyway. I’m not sure how many of them will come but I’m sure I will have a few of them.

  On to other things. Bratfink and I were talking about MEN (capitalization deliberate) and their moods. She thinks they PMS and I think I agree with her but……the Beast is waaaaaaay past the age of PMS-ing so what is HIS excuse? I think that some of the crap that some of us women have to listen to is just a *MAN THING* for men who believe the world should be ordered to their wants and needs. And, when it isn’t, they become potty mouths and yell at inanimate objects or people they can’t see and who can’t hear them even. They blame US for shit WE do NOT control or they snap at us because THEY can’t control whatever it is that is pissing them off.

  Personally, I had enough one day and told the Beast that he was a hypocrite. This evoked a shocked look on his face and a snappy *F–k you*. I told him that he looked down on people that used bad (cussing) language all the time and yet he was doing it more and more and I was sick of it. I told him I didn’t want MY HEARING contaminated with that kind of language from HIM and to close the damn door!!!!

  Would he apologize? NEVER!!! And it’s not just that. He’s blamed me for a lot of things that he found out later that I was not responsible for and never apologized for it. *I’m sorry* is just not in his vocabulary. Yet he once asked me (when I was wrong about something) to apologize to HIM. I looked at him and said, *Oh, I thought that since you never apologize for anything that NO ONE had to apologize.*

  Like most men (I say *most* because I have been privy to some men apologizing to their wives), he will apologize to OTHERS but not me. Never. So sometimes I say out loud when he doesn’t, *I am soooo sorry, Bratsis* and I will drop my voice and say, *Oh that’s okay. We ALL make mistakes!* . Then I walk away with a smile on my face. It annoys him to no end but hasn’t helped any. Just so you know and you can try some other tactic if you are in the same boat. Let me know what works for you if you find something. Personally, I think the Beast is too old to change and will go to his grave never once apologizing to me. *sigh*

  We recently had two homes in the general vicinity go up in flames. One wasn’t a shock because it was pretty ramshackle and the story was that it was a meth house. It was far enough away from us (about a half mile) that I wasn’t concerned if it was true. However, it didn’t blow up; it just burned down. Then another one had an electrical fire about a quarter mile away and, by the time the fire department got there, the whole back of the house was pretty much destroyed. It’s so weird to drive by and see the untouched front of the house after you get a shot of the side and see that it’s pretty much gone. They managed to save some of their stuff and it was all out in the yard for several days.

  Those two events made the Beast go out and buy us some fire extinguishers that were certified for both electrical and grease fires. I now have one in one of the pantry closets and the other is in our coat closet. It makes him feel more secure (and me too to be honest) since it would take us too long to get a hose in here. We also don’t know how long it would take our fire department to get here. I don’t even know where it’s located. If the closest one is in town, we might as well kiss our house goodbye if such a thing happens. I don’t care how fast they can go, it would still take them almost a half hour to get here with all the twists and turns.

  He has decided to get busy and get the ceilings painted in the last three rooms that remain to be done. That’s the guest bathroom and the two bedrooms (one is MY computer room). I am cringing at the thought because, although they need it since the paint is original and was cheap, cheap, cheap, I know how the Beast works and he can be really sloppy. If he is trying to be careful, he finds it necessary to take EVERYTHING out of the room. That makes my life a nightmare of mess all over the place. Worse, he will start moving stuff without any thought about whether or not there are fragile things to consider on/in it. I have seen books and things hit the floor because he wanted it moved NOW and I wasn’t fast enough or else he thought that it was empty enough that he could *manage*. I told him he is NOT painting my computer room. *I* am going to do that. I am also choosing the color/colors I want in here. It IS my computer/craft room and will soon be my sewing room if I ever get my table back that the Princess has been using. I was hoping to have it back by now but they have had a lot of other things going on that they are spending their free money on. *sigh*

  Well, it’s time to get this posted. I know that some readers in NJ start looking for it long before this. Sorry NJ. Love you all and have a wonderful day. Here’s the thought for today:

  Life is short, Break the rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly, Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably, And never regret anything that made you smile..

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