Today is Friday. Well, actually it’s Saturday now. Saturday just started, so I don’t have much to say about it. Let’s talk about FRIDAY.
I had a really hard time sleeping Friday morning. My stomache hurt like hell. I still haven’t gotten over this sickness. I’ve thrown up twice this week. Who knows what I’ve got. Anyways, My stomache hurt. Not like a bellyache, but the muscles and everthing felt really sore so it was really hard to get into a comfortable position. Since I didn’t sleep much Thursday night-Friday morning, I slept a little through the afternoon. I missed most of AMC, which ticked me off. I wanted to see what Greenly’s dad / Erica did when confronted by her at the Valley Inn.
Yea, so as I said I wasn’t feeling well so I sat around most of the day feeling sorry for myself. I watched a show on Animal Planet—A pet Story. It was about a Great Dane rescue. It made me miss Brutus a lot. After I watched that I was plagued with the heartburn I’ve had pretty much all week. I had a cream popsicle hoping that would help, and I laid down for awhile.
When Jon got home from work he started cleaning, which pisses me off. The reason I hadn’t cleaned was because first of all, I didn’t feel good, secondly, He never takes the trash out and he never cleans up after himself. So, anyway, he comes in and acts all stupid, picking up all kinds of things and taking the trash out. So I went and took a shower. This helped me feel better. He decided he wanted to go somewhere because it was soooo nice out today. We decided to go to the Sussex Inn. It’s some really big hotel type of deal with good food.
When we got there, there was a wait, and I was very hungry so I wanted to just sit at the bar and get something to drink(a soft drink or water) and wait for any available table—smoking OR non. I didn’t care. Jon wanted to go outside and walk around. HELLO! Didn’t I just tell you I wasn’t feeling very well?? I was also having a lot of pain in the groin area… So walking wasn’t exactly what I wanted to do, so I just said no. We sat down at the bar and he said something about cigarette smoke. I told him I didn’t care. He says to me “Do you even realize that you’re pregnant?”
This. Coming from the guy who never gets up in the middle of the night when I’m sick or can’t sleep because I can’t get comfortable. This. Coming from the guy who won’t go to the store to buy milk so that I can eat the way I am supposed to. … Oh there’s so many more things I can say… But I won’t. Anyways, I took offense to this and it hurt my feelings, and got up and went to the car. I wasn’t going to make a big deal or anything, I just didn’t want to deal with his crap, so I wanted him to take me home. Anyhoo… He talked me into staying after I cried my eyes out for a couple minutes. Then he let me get nachos as an appetizer.
I got a steak, he got roast beef. Good food.
When we got home, I was very full. We sat on the couch and watched 20/20. Some dumb little boy decided he wanted to be like Johnny Knoxville and set himself on fire. Except, Johnny Knoxville had a flame retardant suit on. This little boy just sprayed himself with bugspray and then started running around like an idiot and set his shirt on fire. Hello. When I was 12 I was smart enough to know that setting myself on fire would PROBABLY not be a good idea. What the hell is wrong with these kids?
The parents blame MTV. I blame the parents. Don’t let your kid watch Jackass?!? How’s that for an idea???
People really piss me off.