Help! I’ve started and I can’t give up!

As I’ve gotten older I have learned one thing about myself: I don’t like surprises. I love peeking at presents before I get them. I don’t like April Fools Day because my kids are constantly surprising me with pranks. I don’t like going to a movie not knowing what it’s about. I can’t watch a movie without knowing what’s going to happen. Once I went to the movies, to see Becoming Jane. If I had read what it was about, I would have never gone. I LOVED, LOVED, LOVED the movie; until the end. What a piece of crap waste of my time. Whenever I watch a movie at home now, I’m on IMDB looking for quotes, the ending, who’s who, what has he/she been in before and since. It’s like a drug I just can’t quit. Do you think there is rehab for IMDB?

Help! I work for my husband

So the divorce papers are not in yet which means things are going well. I started working at my husbands work about 3 weeks ago. I know, the quickest way to a divorce is to work together. It hasn't been too bad. Did I know I was going to work to become a web designer? I didn't think so but guess what? I am. I'm designing 3 websites right now: www.warmma.com, www.tpa-design.com, and www.hammerguard.com. That brings my total up to what? 5 websites total, in my life? How much am I getting paid for all this? Oh, that's right, NOTHING!!! That's right, I'm working for free. Of course I think I've gotten more done in 3 weeks than his secretary got done in 3 years. I keep telling him that I'm going to be such a great secretary. I feel like the part in the movie Pretty Woman when she says, "I'm gonna treat you so nice, you're never gonna let me go." I brought him Coffee Bean and muffins for heaven's sake. You know, the only reason I spend so much time at work is because I don't want to be at home. If I stay home I have to clean, do laundry, cook dinner. If I go to work all day, I can get help with all that! I hate cleaning- I cleaned last weekend and I'm still sneezing from all the dust. You would think I lived in a dust-pan. Of course, tomorrow is my official "day-off". I volunteer in my sons classroom; well, I take them to the computer lab. Wait, wasn't that the job I use to get paid for? Yes, it is. Oh, and they sent me retirement papers today. Did I retire? Didn't think so. I was "let go." I did got into the secretary when I got my paper and told her I was upset. My pink slip was not on pink paper. Why call it a pink slip if it's not pink? Of course, my "retirement papers" went to my mom's house. Have I ever lived in St. George? Didn't think so. Well, I'm sure working for my husband will give me pleanty to blog about, so until then...

Never call during a fight!

There was a huge UFC fight on last Saturday. The main event was Rashad Evans vs. Chuck Liddell. HUGE! It was the girls turn to have a night out with the guys "watching" (I say that very loosely) the kids. The reason I say it loosely is that I don't really think they watch the kids, they are more just adults in the house while the kids are also in the house. So after a nice dinner at Marmalade Cafe the girls can't go home. NO WAY. The night before, my husband and "Mango Mouth" as we like to call him, were watching I don't know what; after a while the shows all look the same. All I know is we were way too loud and kept getting shhh-ed by Mango Mouth and my husband. Is there anything new happening? Are guys still fighting? Oh my gosh, are you kidding me? Anyways, the girls and I do not want to go back during the fights - I'm not keen on shhh-ing. So after dinner we decide to go to Target - I know, but it's the only thing open late on a Saturday night! I'm only thinking of my husband and his work. I decide to call him and ask if he would like me to pick up a few necessities that his office was running out of. I know - I'm always thinking of others! ;) Well, of course he's not picking up; "no bars"- can he hear me now? Guess not. Finally my cousin calls her husband, Mango Mouth, and tells him to have my husband call me. OH CRAP AM I IN FOR IT. Little did I know that during my conversation the best knock out would happen when Rashad Evans knocked out Chuck Liddell. What did you just say? I can't hear you. I'm still deaf from my husband screaming so loud in my ear. I think I pissed him off when I told him to forget it. No more thinking of others, at least during a UFC fight. I have learned my lesson!

I ALMOST FORGOT!
My kid would kill me if I didn't announce this: My youngest son was just promoted at the Gracie Academy to the Advanced class!! He is so excited. He's been wanting this for a long time. He had to show his instructor that he could do a combination of moves and end with the instructor in an arm-bar. He's so excited!
CONGRATS