A Different View

So, women complain a lot. Oh we try and say we just need to talk about things because that's how we deal with life, but let's call a spade a spade. We are really good at bitching and moaning but sometimes we take it a bit too far. While getting ready for church this morning I realized that with a little tweaking, I could have a different view...

I'm grateful we have no money in our checking account because it means we've payed for our trip to San Diego outright and didn't have to put it on a credit card.

I'm grateful that Rick has been working twelve hour days because it means he has a good secure job.

I'm grateful I have about five loads of laundry to fold because it means my family has clothes to wear.

I'm grateful we took Aren to the ER on Wednesday when we thought he broke his arm because it means we have insurance and weren't worried about a bigger bill.

I'm grateful that I have to buy a whole new wardrobe for Tatiana because it means I have a little girl that is growing like little girls should.

I'm grateful for all of the anticipated costly home repairs because it means I have a home that is mine and I can do what I want to with it.

Sometimes we all need to be reminded that life isn't that bad. So tell me, what crappy thing are you grateful for today?

He Said She Said

So, a little over a week ago Aren had finally saved up enough money to get a hamster and since I was the idiot that said, "Save your money and you can get one," I took him to the store where Chester was purchased. You can read my thoughts HERE.

This afternoon we found out that Chester is not a he, but a she. Yup. Apparently this little hamster was never told about rodent birth control and the little hussy went and got herself knocked up and we've become the baby daddy. For the love of all that is good and holy.

The pet store slut...

Her multiple offspring

Just Say No

Just say NO! has always been my policy when it comes to animals. I don't like them really. I figure if I'm going to invest that much time and energy into a living thing I better reap some of the benefits like being taken care of when I'm old. Dogs just can't do that.

If I hadn't pushed Aren out myself I'd swear he wasn't mine. He loves animals. Loves them. He's always asking for a dog, a cat, something, ANYTHING that he can take care of. I told him he could have Tania but he didn't want her. Last year I finally caved and said, "If you can save up enough money to pay for all the supplies, I'll buy you a hamster," knowing full well this kid can't save money to save his life.

Well yesterday it happened. He walked up to me with money in his pocket telling me he had enough and he wanted his hamster today. Dammit. So we went and now Chester is living with us. I refuse to say he's part of our family because my hell, he's a freakin' hamster. He's cute and all, but I have no connection. Like most things in life, the Simpsons pretty much sum up my feelings...