Can't I just get a break once in a while?
Okay... so, since my last entry a lot has happened. I lost my job, got into a car accident on the way home from said former job, found a new job (that I LOVE!) closer to home, am two and a half weeks away from my new house, did something uber-stupid that may have cost me a great friendship, and managed to get pissed off at my mother and sister.
*sigh* When life give you lemons... Okay, so details. My mother has been pissing me off lately. We live with my folks while we're waiting for the trailer to get set up. My folks are great people, don't get me wrong. They're the best parents a girl could ever ask for. Lately though my mom's been getting nosy and pissy about money with me. If I spend money and she hears about it, she gives me guilt about it, even if its for something my husband and I have already discussed about buying and have worked it out so we can afford it. My sister is also getting to big for her britches, taking after my mother but in a harsher way. She's flat out telling me that what I'm doing is stupid and blah blah blah. Its just starting to piss me off.
Case in point. Clay and I have been forever dreaming of our house, and one part of our dream includes and English Mastiff to call our own. Well, there are only two breeders in Northwest Florida for Mastiffs, and both happen to be about a half hour from where we live now. Clay found a sign the other day on his way to work that one of the breeders put up, advertising that she had puppies for sale. Well, I called and spoke to her, got the information, and talked it over with Clay. The puppies will be ready to go home the week after Thanksgiving. We'll be in our trailer the week before Halloween (or Halloween week, at the latest). We'll be moved in and settled by the time the puppy comes home, and right now we can afford the puppy. In six months we may not be able to afford him. We decided the timing was just too spot on and the circumstances were just too much of a coincidence not to jump on the chance. Our little Argus (or Gus for short) will be home with us late November.
I told my sister because I was excited. She got all pissy with me. I don't dare tell my parents because I know they'll get all pissy with me too. Clay told his folks and they are thrilled that he'll have another puppy to love after so long without one (he had two rotties he raised from puppies, one got hit by a car and the other lives with his ex-wife). My friends aren't around much for me to talk to them about it but I know they'd be excited. It just sucks that I'm all eager for this puppy and I have no one I can share it with because no one in my family seems to give me credit for making better choices with my life.
*sigh* At least you guys care... I hope...
*sigh* When life give you lemons... Okay, so details. My mother has been pissing me off lately. We live with my folks while we're waiting for the trailer to get set up. My folks are great people, don't get me wrong. They're the best parents a girl could ever ask for. Lately though my mom's been getting nosy and pissy about money with me. If I spend money and she hears about it, she gives me guilt about it, even if its for something my husband and I have already discussed about buying and have worked it out so we can afford it. My sister is also getting to big for her britches, taking after my mother but in a harsher way. She's flat out telling me that what I'm doing is stupid and blah blah blah. Its just starting to piss me off.
Case in point. Clay and I have been forever dreaming of our house, and one part of our dream includes and English Mastiff to call our own. Well, there are only two breeders in Northwest Florida for Mastiffs, and both happen to be about a half hour from where we live now. Clay found a sign the other day on his way to work that one of the breeders put up, advertising that she had puppies for sale. Well, I called and spoke to her, got the information, and talked it over with Clay. The puppies will be ready to go home the week after Thanksgiving. We'll be in our trailer the week before Halloween (or Halloween week, at the latest). We'll be moved in and settled by the time the puppy comes home, and right now we can afford the puppy. In six months we may not be able to afford him. We decided the timing was just too spot on and the circumstances were just too much of a coincidence not to jump on the chance. Our little Argus (or Gus for short) will be home with us late November.
I told my sister because I was excited. She got all pissy with me. I don't dare tell my parents because I know they'll get all pissy with me too. Clay told his folks and they are thrilled that he'll have another puppy to love after so long without one (he had two rotties he raised from puppies, one got hit by a car and the other lives with his ex-wife). My friends aren't around much for me to talk to them about it but I know they'd be excited. It just sucks that I'm all eager for this puppy and I have no one I can share it with because no one in my family seems to give me credit for making better choices with my life.
*sigh* At least you guys care... I hope...