How Would You Feel?

A few days ago, my hubby came home and told me that his ex-girlfriend "K" called. She was informing him that she just became preggers and thought that she would find out how he was doing as well. She also told him that she always felt comfortable talking to him and really appreciated all the good advice he's given to her over the years. My blood began to heat as he told me about their call, it never boiled, but it got pretty damn hot.

A Bit of History

(Sometime in '94) My hubby and "K" were together, just before he and I became an item. He says she's cute, but I couldn't see what he saw in her. She's taller than me and a bit older. I think her baby sister is my age. At any rate, they were together a couple of years and it was a tumultuous relationship. He tells me that she was very insecure and she wondered constantly why he was with her. She must have really loved him because, after I came into the picture, she was insistent that he'd made a mistake. She continued to call his apartment, even if I answered the phone. I had to tell him (and remember, this was when we were still young and dumb) that he needed to tell her to stop calling so much. It was disrespectful to me and to our relationship. The fact that I had to tell him is what really gets me, but the hubby I know now would never have let it go on as long as it did.

The phone calls began to lessen and he focused more on us. By '99, we were in our own apartment in Salt Lake City, learning how to be a couple and trying to figure out what we were going to do with the rest of our lives. The phone calls started again, not too bad, but enough that I felt compelled to say something. After this, I was not even aware of any communication between them until last summer, when I stumbled upon an email. It was basically just a, "Hi, how are you?" email from her, nothing more (thank God!). Hubby indicated to me then that she was involved with someone and would soon be married. I suppose this is the same gentleman that she has been married to for eight months.

For me, this seems odd and maybe it's because I have no contact with anyone I dated in the past. That's the past, I'm leaving it there (unless for some reason, it rears it's ugly head). I don't even have friendships with these guys, so this all seems really odd to me. I guess their break-up was amicable and they were able to maintain a friendly relationship. Perhaps I'm too cynical or something. I just think it's difficult for men and women to have lasting, platonic relationships. Not to say that it can't be done, but I believe the difficulty is there.

I truly don't believe that anything is up and I have my suspicions on why it bothers me. Shall I share? I think I'm bothered because they have a past different from the past I have with him. The memories, thoughts and feelings are things I will never be privy to or fully know, ever in life. The other suspicion? Part of me thinks that she still loves him on some level. At least, enough to hold out a sliver of hope that if our relationship failed and so did hers, they could find each other again. Is that too far-fetched?

So, that's the most dramatic thing that's happened to me in the last few days (accept for this morning when they narrowed the main interestate into town to just two lanes...IDIOTS)!

The systems at work are no longer losing their minds and we will be starting a new person to replace "C" very soon. He's even kinda cute! (We don't have a lot of eye-candy around here, so this is major). The babe is in a school assembly today, the baby is crawling all over the place and picking up things like popcorn kernels and loose staples. Yikes! Dad is looking super fine (getting ready for the bodybuilding show) and life is pretty sedate. I say this and then something wild will happen (wild and good? Let's hope so).

Way too Bitchy

That's been me, lately...and it's not even "that time of the month". Just being mean for the sake of being mean, I guess. I don't wanna be mean, but it just comes out. Then, I'm all, "Where did that come from?" I'm surprised my hubby is still hangin' in there, sometimes.

My oldest was on the phone with her dad, just before I put her to bed. Here was her side of the conversation, "Daddy, why doesn't the police place give you a different job so you can work during the day and get some rest at night?" Children are so perceptive, maybe a little too perceptive. I'm obivously too selfish, always singing the, "Woe is me!" blues when I don't have enough time with him. She's certainly feeling it, too.

The baby (my youngest) has now decided that moving forward may not be such a bad thing after all. We saw her move several inches forward, yesterday and today. She's also grabbing things to pull up on. Man, where did the time go?

Hooray for Rain

It's raining, here. Okay, it's really raining, here and I just love it! I woke up to thunder and drove the babe to school watching lightening flashes. It was wonderful. Work is starting to ease up a bit, but my coworker is currently vacationing in Las Vegas, so that leaves me: the one woman show. Oh, well. I've really relearned a lot of things and it gave me back the feelings of why I like my job so much.

So, I'm still tracking down a Halloween costume for the babe. I was bidding on a witch costume, then a lady bug costume. Now, I'm waiting to see if I win a Rapunzel costume. It occurred to me that she's been digging the fairy tales again, lately. I've collected quite a few books and DVDS, and now we've been watching them again. Recently, we watched Faerie Tale Theater's, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. So, there's the theme, I guess. If I lose out on this auction, on to another fairy tale character.

We have to buy another car seat for the baby . Oh my Lord, she is so big! She's sitting up on her own, so the reversible seat is just not getting it anymore. Recently, I took her into the store (sans car-seat) and had her sit in the cart. She loved it! The little victories in life when children are growing up. Next, it will be holding her little hand as we walk to and fro. Oh!

Nothing planned for the weekend, just hanging out at the house. I do need to buy the babe some black dress shoes (can't wear the white one's anymore, I guess). Where did that Labor-Day thing come from, anyway? I just wear white and say, "It's winter white" and that usually shuts people up.

Here's a question, were you surprised by the Bobby/Whitney split? We've been talking about it here at work. The catch phrase for everything lately has been, "Crack is whack!" Oh, we just have way too much time on our hands.

September: The Month of Change

Not only the month of change in terms of season, but also the month of change in terms of lives. If people are going to relocate, this is usally the month in which to do it. Jobs, hairstyles/haircolors, frames of mind, mates, emotions, all seem to do the most changing during this month. For years (and I haven't checked to see if this is still true) but September was also the month in which most divorces occurred. Crazy, huh?

You can either use your karmic powers to make those changes positive or drown in the abyss of the crazy and make yourself miserable. I choose the first option. So far, September has been pretty good. The babe has started the first grade and is enjoying it (keeping the hope that I won't get lots of phone calls and drama, this year), the baby is sleeping through the night, sitting up by herself, crawling backwards, sporting four new teeth and eating some solids. She's even started trying to clap. It's cute, but not nearly as cute as when she starts dancing.

It's also time to start thinking about the up and coming holidays. Oh, I how I love them! The babe is unclear as to what she wants to be for Halloween. Initially, she'd wanted to be a funky sort of witch (think "The Worst Witch" movie and series from forever ago), then she wanted to be a cat. When I reminded her that only two years ago, she was a cat, she decided being Daphne from Scooby Doo might be cool. So, I'll keep my eBay finger on the pulse and we'll see what comes up first. Then there's the homebaked wonderfullness that is my mother's cooking during Thanksgiving and Christmas. Oh! Please hips, lie, lie!

On the homefront, we'll be doing some winter cleaning this weekend. My house is a wreck and there are excuses and good ones, but we still gotta clean it. Hubby is working overttime again and, although it's making me just as crazy as ever not having him around, the extra money to pay off bills is nice so, I hold my complaining and screaming down to a dull roar. I'm also putting in some OT of my own, which I've never had the luxury of doing here before (they're so funny about that). Anyway, with our new systems and email snafus galore, we've become so backlogged that the extra hours a week are really aiding in keeping us a float. We're also a man short so, that doesn't help matters either.

It's so nuts that I just got back from vacation a few weeks ago and I feel like I need one. My coworker is going to Vegas next week and I couldn't be more thrilled (and jealous). I think a nice long weekend away from everything would do me good. Unfortunately, I don't think I'll be getting that anytime soon.

Finally, my neigborhood feels like a soap opera recently. Here's some background: my next door neighbors are a cute couple and their two little girls. One is five, almost six and the other is four. They are a mixed couple from very different backgrounds (the husband is latino, raised in California by a very strict family but also a traditional family in which the husband's word is law and the men rule the roost). The wife, a caucasian stay-at-home-mom, is from a broken family here in Utah. Her father raised she and her sisters, primarily due to her mother's drug abuse. So, the husband is military and works out of state a lot. He had a one-night-stand in Ohio with a woman and a child resulted (his only son). She, the adultress, sued for child support and wanted so much that his girls and wife would have been without anything. The court decided on a fair amount and the couple went into counseling together. Mom/Wifey was glad that they were working things out, but she told him that one more incident and they were finished.

A couple of months ago, she was telling me that their oldest daughter told her that daddy was kissing mommy's sister. Well, that did it. The couple separated and the father (who was now working in Arizona), began establishing residency there. He has the girls and they've started school. We've noticed all sorts of strange vehicles next door, late nights of furniture moving in and out, people we've never seen before (and never see again, for that matter) and wifey has dropped a significant amount of weight. Being that my neighbor across the street and my hubby are both cops, they've put two and two together. Now, there is a for sale sign in their lawn. She claims he won't let her see her kids. I asked her if she's looking for work (since she's living off her family) and she says she's trying. Personally, I'd be mopping floors at McDonald's, if it came to supporting myself and/or my children. You do what you have to, right? She also says he sent child and family services after her because he believed she was smoking meth in front of their kids. In front, behind, outside? Wherever it's happening, this is not a good thing. She's supposed to get them this weekend for a week's long visit. The oldest doesn't want to see her at all because she believes mommy will take her from daddy. The youngest is too young to really understand all the drama. We'll see what happens...

Wow, way too much going on...

The work load is crazy over here. I'll be back soon (hopefully, later this week).