The bastard on the Couch is about to meet the Bitch in the House.

There are so many variations of blogging. There are moments when I have so much to say at one time that I can't hardly stand it and I type it out so fast and the title gets so goofy and unrelated.... I love those moments. And then there are the times, like today, when I can't even begin to think of something that I would like to blog about, and it ends up being a basic description of what I have done or am doing. It's silly really. I am not a person that lacks words, but sometimes I lack topics.

I recently upgraded to Adobe Acrobat 7.0 Professional, from Adobe Acrobat 5.0 and let me tell you, I love the added functionality. Especially with fill in forms. And the Stamps (Sign here, etc.) are great!

So today at my "undisclosed place of employment" I cleaned off my desk. For some reason I always accumulate a pile of miscellaneous papers and books in the upper righthand corner of my desk. I think it's because every time I eat or drink or work on a project, I need to clear a space so things just keep getting shoved and stacked into that corner. Silly, I know.

So once my desk was clean I felt much better today. I have changed my hours so that I go to work 1.5 hours earlier each day and therefore leave 1.5 hours earlier. It hasn't been too bad. I have been forcing myself to bed early. Sunday night I went to bed at 11pm so that I could be awake at 7am. And Evan woke me up at 3:30am. So last night after work, and cleaning dog kennels, eating supper, and taking a milk bath, I started to read and fell asleep at 7:20pm. Then I woke up at 9pm, 12:30am, 2:56am, 4:30am, and 6:58am.... before the alarm went off at 7am. Ick. Nothing like a solid night's sleep, huh? Whatever. But I have made it by 8:15 both days, which isn't too bad. Especially considering I usually worked at 9:30.

So I am still reading the book The Bitch in the House (described in detail in this post) and I really love it. I have seen the new book "the bastard on the couch" which is a spinoff... and I assume that I may read that one too. I dunno. It is edited by the husband of Cathy Hanauer, who edited The Bitch in the House. It is supposedly a story about the men's side of the exact same situation.... and I find it interesting that it discusses "Why men lie and always will." and that makes me angry, considering how much I appreciate honesty and despise that men find it "ok" to lie just because they can. (are you reading this husband of mine? Doubtful. He never ever reads my blog.) How rude. That in itself makes me want nothing to do with the book.

Do they have any idea that their lying is what MAKES them untrustable, and makes us think of them as the bastard on the couch. Ugh.

I guess the only real reason I want to boycott this book today is because Evan (evil husband of mine) spent his night away from home (are you reading this John? I am blaming you! How would Amy feel if you didn't come home till 3am all the time? EXACTLY. That is why you are at home and Evan comes to you.... now that doesn't hardly seem fair, does it?) and he came back at god only knows what time, and slept in the spare bedroom because he (smartly) didn't want to wake me up again. And also that he hasn't taken the garbages out in exactly 9 days and they are all overflowing all over the floor, and he didn't put together the office chair that he has been promising to do since SUNDAY and it is now TUESDAY and there is laundry everywhere, which he also isn't helping with.... and then he puts the DIRTY dishes on TOP of the clean dishes which are lying on a towel drying in the kitchen. ARGH! So today he is the bastard on the couch. And he got a honey-do list this morning and if it isn't done I will be going Bitch in the House on him tonight. If he were a really smart hsuband, he could read my blog and heed the warnings, but since he likely doesn't even know it exists, through his fog of dungeons and dragons and playstation games and internet useage.... I am safe to rant all I want here.

But ya'll know I'd do it anyway. That's my nature. Just like men lie "because they can."