Happy anniversary!

Yesterday was my 1 year wedding anniversary. That makes today my year and a day which is very important in my religion. Everything in the wiccan faith takes a year and a day, and the first year and a day of the marriage is almost like a trial period. That means that if you decide at the end of this period that you no longer want to be married then all you have to do is go with your priestess to the place where you were married, face away from each other and walk apart. That's it no lawyers or anything. Fortunately for me this is not something that I even considered. I have been lucky enough to have married the most wonderful man in the world. While he can be a bit moody, well more than a bit, he is still perfect for me. It is as though we were made for each other. We fell in love at the most inopportune time, as he was engaged to a woman that was carrying his child. This relationship didn't work out to say the least and after she left we got together. Everyone told us that we were in love even before this though. We are wonderfully happy and this is one of the reasons I am such a happy person. So heres to many more years!

I am NEVER putting gas in my car again!

So, after this last week in SC with my car dying I thought I was done with all that nonsense. No such luck. We bought a new van, that is really very old, from the neighbor for $350. Great deal, except that one of the windows is busted out of it. Well this morning after I filled up the tank because the "hey idiot" light came on. You know the one that should scream out "Feed Me Seymour!" Anyway so I am like 10 minutes from work, once again at a red light and the van DIES. Yes again! So now I'm stuck on one of the busiest roads in vegas in the fast lane Hysterical crying and trying to get in touch with the DaddyMan who seems to have his cell turned off. While waiting for him once I got in touch with him I became amazed at the sheer idiocy of people. For 45 minutes my van had it's hazard lights on like 5 car lengths back from the stop line and NO DRIVER IN IT, as I was smart enough to get out of it before it got hit. Every single light cycle someone would climb right up on the ass of my van and wait. Too close now to see the hazard lights blinking that they should have seen as the approached. The light turns green and they wait, and wait, and honk and wait some more. Then they are so close to the vehicle that they nearly hit the car behind them that is also WAITING because they have to back up to get around the vehicle without hitting it. CHRIST! ISN'T THAT WHAT HAZARD LIGHTS ARE FOR?!?! And of course once DaddyMan got there the car started right up, as it was only flooded and in need of a tune-up. What is wrong with people, can you not see that there is NO DRIVER in a car, can't you even look before laying on your horn? PAY ATTENTION! ESPECIALLY WHEN DRIVING MORON!
and that's my rant for the day.

A week in the 60's

So this week I went to the husband-man's hometown and visited with all of his old friends, as well as his sister. He is from santa Cruz, CA. This is the most beautiful town you will ever see. Everyone there is so friendly, and hippieish. I mean to the point that one of his friends gave me tye dyes socks and a onsie for the Button. It is god damn cold up there though. Life up there was great, we had a wonderful time with the sister and his friends. It all went very well until the car died. Flat ass broke down and would not start again. It is actually still there. Husband-man freaked out. His sister and I told him what happened and he started yelling at her and me and got out of the car. She drove away and Iwas still with her talking her into going back. When we got back of course the first thing I heard was how I abandoned him. We talked calmly and quietly for a while and got everything back on track. Love finds a way every time. Today is his birthday, here I am at work and he is still on a bus coming home since the baby and I took a plane. He should be home in a couple of hours. I missed him so much when he was gone. I cried myself to sleep both nights and I couldn't get the picture out of my mind of him standing on his sister'd driveway waving and blowing me kisses as the sis took the Button and me to the airport.
The child support issue is becoming more and more of a headache every day. We paid our taxes and they said, 1/2 will go to the ex and the other 1/2 will go to you. Then we got a letter stating that all was going to the ex...then we got a letter stating that it was all coming back to us.....now we have info that the check thatthey sent us is for my 1/2 only and the other 1/2 is going to the ex, but it is being held for 6 months. Gods only know why. Either way at least she isn't being a bitch about it. Ever since I apologized to her for "stealing her man" she has at least been holding her tongue about all the bad shit. Thank the gods for that. For 2 years Ihave dealt pleasantly with her happily talking shit about me, including death threats, but I am the one whe "needed" to apologize. Never mind the letter calling me a "ugly, disgusting, manipulative, bad toothed, trailer trash whore who stole her man" Never mind the blog that called me everything from a spineless twit to a giant whore. Nope I needed to apologize for falling in love. And I did :) So finally she doesn't hang up every time I answer the phone and finally she talks to him regularly without freaking out if she hears my voice in the background. Life is good.