Old Man Winter, You Can Leave Now.

I'm at the end of my rope with Winter. I know I live in the Midwest so that means the weather is constantly changing but this is getting ridiculous. Every 4 days or so we are getting hit with more winter-like precipitation and I'm sick of it. Even the kid who usually loves playing in the stuff, is sick of it. Plus I think for the first time in my life I can say that the weather is having an effect on my mood/disposition. And it's not good. Just ask my husband. He said something smart ass (can't even remember what it was) to me last night to which I threatened him that if kept it up I would throw water on him. He responded back to me that I wouldn't dare. I did. He of course threw a shit fit about it like a 2-yr old and you know what? I didn't care. I didn't apologize for it, and the way I'm feeling right now, I'm not going to. I'm in a serious funk and it's making me hyper aware of all the annoying things he does/does not do and I'm not really liking him right now. Ugh!

What's the surprise, you say?

I got lazy on the eyebrow plucking and asked my hair stylist to wax them today. I guess he forgot how he did it the last time because now I have pencil thin eyebrows! Yikes! Let's just say I will be growing them out and fighting the temptation to get my eyebrow pencil out to fill them in until then and hoping like hell my husband or kid doesn't notice the new "surprised" look on my face tonight.

 
 

G got to meet a couple of her favorite UFC Champs on Saturday -- Matt Hughes and Robbie Lawler. Hubby took the pictures. I swear either we both suck at taking pictures or we need a new camera!

After Super Tuesday

I've a long way to go on learning a few things about politics. I'm one of those who didn't vote until the last Presidential Election. However, it just continually amazes me how many people who voted didn't even know which candidates are still in the race!

Then there is this bullshit rule when you go to vote in a Primary that you have to declare what party you are voting. I thought everyone's vote was supposed to be private. I mean the person who helped me feed my ballot into the automatic ballot counter machine was all "Oh no, put it back into the cardboard thingy. I can't see your votes or it'll burn my eyes!" How hypocritical. Is that the word I am even looking for?

I swear this election is putting a strain on my marriage. I'm pissed that my husband, for the first time in his voting life, had to vote the political party he has always disagreed with because his government job depends upon it. Apparently they check the voting records of employees. Ugh! Plus, when I ask my husband why he "likes" this particular candidate, he can't give me any clear cut reasons. So hubby, this ecard is for you! Ugh! I guess if James Carville and Mary Matalin can do it, so can we.

Another picture

 

My girl is the one on the right. :-)