ELWAAAATTTTT!

This is what Tiny yells when she throws a stuffed animal in the air.  She is actually saying "elephant" because when she first discovered that it was fun to throw stuffed animals in the air, it was an elephant that she was tossing.  Unfortunately, no matter what the animal, it is always an elwat when flying through the air.  You should hear her say duck or truck.  I know, every little kid when learning to talk, says duck and truck the same, but no matter how many times I go through language arts with my babies, duck and truck training is always hilarious!  ELWAAAAAT!!!

Today I felt really good.  It was foggy, but warm, so I decided to take a walk.  I walked to the vets and paid 10$ on my bill-only $15 more to go! Then, walked to the post office to send a couple letters.  Then, I just started walking.  I walked down to the edge of town and took county road V out toward Prairie Farm.  When I got to the stop sign, I took a right and walked to the next stop sign bringing me back out to highway 25, then I walked the edge of town through the ball park and over the hill, back across 25 and down my street again.  I don't know how far it was, but it was a doggone good walk.  My surgeon will be proud of me.  Maybe I'll take the van tomorrow and use the trip meter to see how far it was.  

The snow is melting!  Somewhere around the end of November the garbage guy left a pile of trash next to the end of my driveway.  I left it there for the next trash pick up and it was ignored, then we had the crazy freezing snow and it all got trapped in the snowbank.  Its starting to melt out again-whew.  The reason the trash guy didn't get my trash was because it was not inside a can.  Evidently you have to have all your trash inside a can at all times.  Since I only have 2 cans and we were unpacking and moving in, etc., I had more than 2 cans worth of trash.   Anyway, Now I can dig it out and maybe the neighbors won't talk about me behind their back anymore.  I have snooty neighbors.  You know, not necessarily nasty, but they are really particular about how their yard looks.  We weren't even moved in good when the snow fell, so my yard looks like hell with stuff piled all over that really can't be moved until spring.  Add trash in the snowbanks and I got me some bad gossip.  I haven't heard anything myself, but I was lectured for 30 minutes by this lady on the importance of mowing the grass correctly and how exactly her version of correct mowing works, while I was sunning myself in my yard this fall.  I have a busy summer of yard work ahead of me.

I still haven't bothered discussing my disgust over Valentines Day with Curtis.  I'm entertaining not saying anything.  As long as he doesn't bring it up, I won't bring it up and silently throw all this shit in the trash.  If we do talk about it he will just make excuses and pretend he didn't know, even though he has been told more than any man should ever get away with.  I really hate his excuses.  He has one for every occasion and every single one seems to trump his common sense. 
Hate it.
Besides, I know if I start this conversation, the word pig, lazy, thoughtless, and redneck will be used a lot.  This is why I have a blog, so I can vent and stay married.  I will admit, today anyway, that I feel its hardly worth the effort.    Especially lately, my feelings are hurt more than not and I'm not ashamed to say that I am really, really jealous of my friends with spontaneous and romantic husbands that have listened to you enough in the last 15 years to have a rudimentary clue.

Someone asked me previously if he is good with hints.  No.  I once sat on his lap naked "hinting" that I wanted to go to bed and he completely ignored me.  When he did finally come to bed hours later and I was pissed off, his response was "well, I didn't know..."  Retarded.

I really want to tell him that with every pound I lose, my self esteem goes up.  Some day someone will show interest in me.  Is he going to step up and behave like he is supposed to, or is he going to shrug and say "I didn't know?"