10 Years Later

It's a busy ass week in my nuthouse.

August 5, 1954- My mother was born. As I can't be there to take her out to dinner and rub her being over 50 in her face- I sent flowers and called her. Despite my best efforts- she is far less sensitive about her age than I am about mine... and she makes sure to rub the shit right back in my face every chance she gets.

August 6, 1973- My best friend was born. He would have been 33. "Would have" because he made a stupid and selfish decision to hang himself in this fucking manipulating bitch's house that he was living with at the time, 2 years ago. He was in so much pain that he had to, I guess. If I had to live with her, I would have killed her, not myself- in the very least I would have called the cops on her meth snorting ass.
Yes, I am bitter and angry with him for what he did... I am also still somewhat in denial- I think that stems from the fact that living 6000 miles away from Vegas, I haven't been afforded the opportunity to go to his grave. Maybe one day I can forgive him. Not today.

August 7, 1972- One of my other friends was born. She just turned 34. We still talk online a lot. Odd relationship history we have, as she used to be my boyfriend. (Don't ask.) She has been depressed as of late, and I hope she snaps out of it. Happy Birthday anyways.

August 8th, 1996- I got married. Today is my 10th wedding anniversary. Holy Shit! Ten years is a long time. It's not always been perfect or everyday fun- but it has been just what I needed in my life. Who wants a Stepford Wife life, anyways. People who live like that fill their days with pretension- and never get the fun of watching their husband pass on the tradition of the Fart Game to their son.

My Masshole, my love, my husband... Thanks for everything. I can't say much else that expresses the last decade except thank you. Thanks for the laughs and the fun, thank you for our gorgeous kids, and for putting up with crazy-as-a-shit-house-loon me. I know I am not easy to live with- but we're still here, and that says a lot for the couple who got married after 7 weeks of "crash course" dating. I don't know anyone who thought we wouldn't make it this far- but if anyone did- fuck 'em.

A toast (his favorite)- "Here's to you, and here's to me, and if we should ever disagree- fuck you- here's to me." Except- here's to here's to them, and here's to we...

I love you, Kevin, and that may not be all it takes- but it helps a whole hell of a lot. How about 10 more?

(Ain't he a good looking guy?)

Okay enough with the big mushy. On to life as usual around here- fucking crazy with kids and husband and the military life we lead.