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This is actually a gift for The Sister. I’m making her come up here to get it though, I won’t send it.
Sometimes you need someone to be fodder for your blog, to listen while you complain about life, to listen when you scream/cry/laugh/pity yourself. Sometimes when your life is just completely awful and you need someone to blame it on even when it’s not remotely their fault.
And sometimes those people just take it and go on. That someone is my The Sister.
Thanks, The Sister.
Happy Memorial Day.
So, The Boyfriend was invited to a frilly little baby shower for a work-friend of his.
Because of this, I’d like to share with you all a rant SECRET. The Boyfriend is awful at recognizing anyone when anything happens. In case you forgot, his BlackBerry exploded on my birthday and subsequently my birthday was canceled until he could fix it. Then we drove to Target together like 5 seconds before my birthday lunch that I planned with the 2 friends I have here so he could get me a gift. Not exactly Mr. Thoughtful. So, being the dutiful FTHW girlfriend of over FOUR YEARS I take care of everything. Yes. If you’ve gotten a birthday card, gift, thoughtful note that “we” were “just thinking about you” Fathers Day, Mothers Day, Christmas, New Years, Graduation, Baby Shower, ETC ETC ETC card, It was from me. The only contact The Boyfriend even had with that card was maybe to carry it to work to put it in the mailbox so it’d get to you faster. Or he might have looked up from his phone long enough to look at the card that I painstakingly searched for that would be perfect for you. That’s a maybe though.
BUT STILL! AFTER ALL THIS! I very rarely am included on any invitation to anything he is invited to. I’m not even included as “and guest” usually. So, high fives to the 2 people in The Boyfriend’s life that have remembered that I exist when you send invites. And also, high fives to the people in my life that include the both of us on everything. The fact is, most of my family likes him more than me anyway. Plus, the parts of my family that love me more mostly just know me as “That girl that makes cookies” and not that I don’t love them in similar ways like “Girl that sews things for me” and “girl that answers my tax questions” and “guy that cooks me steaks”
And from now on, if my name isn’t on the invite, I’m going to assume the invitation is not for me, and I will not be taking care of the gift/card.
In closing, if you’d like to invite the person/items The Boyfriend truly spends the most time with, send invites to “The Boyfriend and BlackBerry” or “The Boyfriend and Work Girlfriend” or even “The Boyfriend and his coworkers that are constantly asking him to work on the weekends”
Today The Boyfriend and I are browsing through pictures on our computers in an attempt to find some worthy of printing and hanging in our house. The Boyfriend refused to let this one make the cut, but I’m pleading with the Steelworkers Union to make this their official photo for whenever they strike…
THE NIECE HATES GOODYEAR’S UNFAIR LABOR PRACTICES: