So I have decided to start a blog. I never thought I'd say that, but just like 8 years ago I said, "I'll never sign up for myspace." and just like 5 years ago I said "I'll never sign up for facebook" so here we are 2010, I have a myspace account, a facebook account, a twitter account that I never visit because I really dont give a shit if you're clipping your toenails or if you're "gettin crunk tonight", and....a blog. I have decided to start this blog, however, for a very good reason.
Ever heard that age old time tested marital advice "pick your battles"? Well this is me picking my battles. However much I love my dear husband, about 40% of his actions (or rather non-actions) and about 50% of what comes out his mouth aggrivates the living piss out me.
I will begin todays annoyance with a little bit of history on my husband. My husband grew up in a trailor, in a trailor park. Now I know what youre thinking, "well no shit if he lived in a trailor he lived in a trailor park, redundant much?", but for all of you out there uneducated on the many variations of trailor, there are trailors in trailor parks, there are free standing trailors, and freestanding trailors with acreage. There are also single wides, double wides, and modular homes (fancy trailors with roofs and porches made to look like actual houses).
In a few months from now my husband and I will move out of our rented home (I call it a home because we've lived here for almost 2 years longer than anywhere Ive lived since I moved out of my mothers house at 19, my daughter was born here, celebrated her first crawl, first steps and first birthday here) due to extremely high utility bills, mostly our $300 to $400 power bills run up by the electric heaters used in this old, old house. We have a 1 yr old daughter so we have to have another 2 bedroom. I dont expect to find the best of places to live on our budget, I also dont understand why my husband insists on looking at $400 a month trailors when we could easily afford a $500 to $600 a month house or apartment. He has done this the past 2 times weve moved and I have managed to dodge the trailor stigma without directly saying "I dont want to live in a trailor". I know it would hurt his feelings because thats what he grew up in, Ive also seen where he grew up and it is no where near anything I would ever want my daughter to live in. I love my husband and I dont want to offend him but I really wish I could tell him in the nicest way possible "I DONT WANT TO LIVE IN A F 'ING TRAILOR!!!" Its bad enough most of my friends have graduated college, have nice jobs, nice homes, or even just the potential for nice jobs and nice homes. Im lucky I work somewhere where I get interior and exterior paint VERY cheap and that I know how to sew because otherwise, our house might as well be a trailor, without color, or curtains, and cheaply framed dorm room style posters as opposed to nice paintings. Our house would be perfectly fine if my out of work husband would actually work on fixing the house up, something I know is a landlords responsibility (we unfortunatly have a lazy landlord). Oh did I mention we already live 30 minutes from my work, 20 minutes from family, grocery stores and pretty much civilization and he not only wants to rent a trailor but he wants to rent a trailor about 10 minutes further away. So for now I will just bite my lip, play nice, and if it comes down to it and we do get a trailor Ill just cry myself to sleep quietly like a good wife and tell all my friends we moved out of state so no one will know where or in what I live. I'll whisper quietly to my precious little girl, "I'm sorry this is where you have to live, I'm sorry mommy couldnt do a better job of convincing daddy that you deserver better". We'll move in, Ill make some nice new curtains I'll hang up the colorful reminders of my dead dream of a career as an art teacher, Ill put some pretty quilt over the couch so no one can tell that none of our furniture matches Ill make some chair covers so that no one realizes our kitchen table chairs consist of a 1960's wooden school chair, a swivel office chair, and a plastic outdoor chair. I'll spend a year trying to convince my husband to let me paint the outside so that it doesn't have that fake wood grained "trailor" look. So good buy for now, wish me luck, and I'll see you all next time my husband does something just stupid enough to piss me off, but not worthy of argueing about, or something worth the arguement if I stood any chance of actually winning. Oh and I apologize if I may have offended anyone who may live or previously lived in a trailor....nothing personal, call me ignorant or stuck up if you must but it is how I feel and I can't change that.
