You don't use a knife silly...........

I bought fresh green beans and little red potatoes at the farmers stand for dinner this evening. This will accent the roast that has been cooking in the slow cooker all day. Since the hubby was going from the porch back into the house to fill his coffee cup I asked him if he could please bring back the beans and a bowl so I could get them ready for dinner. He brings the beans, a bowl, and a knife. I asked what the knife was for and he tells me for cutting the beans. I just smiled really sassy at him and kept my comment "your such a Yankee" to myself. I was brought up the tradition southern style which meant I spend many a summers not only picking bushel baskets of green beans but I had to sit and snap bushels of them. And I won't even begin to talk about all of the canning I was forced to assist with. Funny how at the time I was so miserable and mad about spending summers in the garden and now those memories are my very favorite. Well not the memories of picking grapes for jelly. The spiders in those grape vines were the biggest, furriest, scariest creatures to me and I still have nightmares about them. Maybe that is when I developed such a fear of bugs. Guess that is one for Dr. Phil to figure out.
Anyway today the weather was wonderful, I got the pool cleaned, organized the pantry,I made a fantastic dinner (wish hubby would have acknowledged) and know I am relaxing with a glass of wine and writing this posting while I wait for my bubble bath to cool down. I got side tracked and ran the water way to hot. I bet I could poach a egg in it it's so hot. So, my plan for the evening is a rather hot bath, another glass of wine, and reading a few chapters in this amazing book I picked up at a thrift store. (gotta love $.79 per book) The book so far is about this young couple in love that are separated by family circumstances , after time marry someone else, and then by accident run into each other at the market. I am up to the chapter were they have secretly met and.................... I can't tell you anymore or I might ruin the story for you. I will say it is sooo good so far and I want a man that longs for me that way!!!

Ouch that comment still stings..........

The comment that is still stinging is " It's time to put your big girl panties on and get over it." Yep, I have some tough chicks in my circle of life. And for the record I was wearing panties!! (thought I better interject that before some goof comments about it) Alright let me back up and give you the history of why that comment was made. Saturday I got a call from the girls asking if there was anyway I could throw on my swim suit ,grab a bottle of wine and meet over at Judy's pool. Tough choice - stay home to cook hubby dinner and clean house OR go meet the girls for a meeting of the opinions in the pool with wine. You guessed it - I was at Judy's pool within the hour. One of the girls in our posse was in town from California for a surprise visit. She needed girl time to get over a " need space" comment that she made to the guy she was seeing. Apparently he wasn't to keen on the comment and needless to say she is single again. Not to worry cause he was a putts. Of course with the wine flowing and that many women together our conversation went from family,friends, politics, careers to MEN. The men discussion was humorous at first because we were talking about the putts in California but then we began to discuss each others significant man and that's when the comment got made. We were each saying the good about the man in our life and then their short coming. The good, the bad, and the ugly. When I said that the bad about my husband was he isn't affectionate enough and doesn't compliment me and the reminder about his major screw up last year I was told " put your big girl panties on and get over it." The girls all agreed that my husband has many good qualities and he is doing what is needed to correct his screw up last year. They did make some valid points like - he puts no expectations on me (hence not required to cook or clean if I don't want), he is easy going about me starting projects that he ends up having to finish, he has no problem with my last minute get together and volunteering him to cook, he is not jealous of my relationships with other people and doesn't feel neglected, and he definitely spoils me with killing bugs when I scream, cleaning the kitty box and hairballs cause I have a weak tummy and bandaging any wound cause I don't handle blood. I was also reminded that no one person can meet all of our needs. I then said does that mean we can have one on the side to meet the needs the other doesn't and after they stopped laughing they splashed me. Judy says " good Lord I don't want the one I have and you want two?" Funny how spending the afternoon with the girls has me really taking a more realistic look at my expectations. This has me wondering - do we have to sell ourselves short in some areas to gain in other areas? How do we figure out what is a "deal breaker" and what we can get by with? How do we get our needs meet that the our mates are not able to meet? Am I just settling or am I just wanting it all?

Root Beer Floats....

Why has it taken me so long to realize that Root Beer Floats are a wonderful dinner on a warm summer evening? It has been forever since I had a float and probably wouldn't have thought of it on my own but my husband bought root beer a week or so ago. It was wonderful! I recommend you have one soon.........

Low tolerance........

I have been in a mood lately where I have low tolerance of putting up with peoples sh@#. Hell have no fury when I am in this mood.
First example - I am next in line to check out as soon as the guy ahead of me is done. Please note he smells like he is wearing as much beer as he drank yesterday. Anyway he is badgering the check out clerk and it wasn't in fun. He was being rude and accusing her of not ringing out his merchandise correctly. He just kept up being a jerk and I could tell he had upset the clerk and really had her rattled. So when she finished with his order and he was walking down the lane to collect his bags to leave I made it a point to say loud enough for him to hear " I am sorry that some people feel it is necessary to be such jerks for no good reason." You see I have low tolerance of jerks.
Second example - While walking through the parking lot approaching the store entrance I see a old frail woman trying to get the door open so she can go inside. I then see two young healthy self absorbed people walk right around the old lady and use another door so they didn't have to wait or help her. WTF is wrong with people. I jogged up to the door so I could help her. She smiled and thanked me and I told her no problem cause the door is really hard to open. Again low tolerance for mean people.
Third example - Obama. He has changed his mind more times than anyone can keep up with. The man is so wishy washy that it is down right scary. I wonder if he even knows what he truly believes in or does he just go with how the wind is blowing. I again have low tolerance for someone that wants to be the president of the United States but has the audacity to believe we aren't going to notice his vague answers and meaningless opinions that he is changing daily. God have mercy on us!
So now you get the idea of what I am talking about when I say I am having issues with low tolerance. I will be going on vacation the week of the 18Th so during that time I promise to take time to get back in the happy place and stop this ranting. I so need to write a fun posting soon.
Got any ideas?