Monthly Archives: July 2006
Hubby is out fishing tonight and I’m home alone with the doggies. That means that I have the remote all to myself and I get to watch whatever I want. No, we haven’t hooked the TV up in the living room yet, so I’m hanging out with the doggies in the kitchen. I’m flipping through the channels and I come across my idea of the worst movie ever. “Stepmom” is playing on TBS tonight.
When I first heard about this movie in 1998, I was so excited. It has Julia Roberts, Susan Sarandon, and Ed Harris in it. I thought there’s no way this movie could suck. I thought I was going to see an honest depiction of what it’s like to be a stepmom. Man was I disappointed. The first half of the movie was exactly what I expected it to be. The ex-wife didn’t like the new woman in her ex-husband’s life. The kids didn’t like the new woman. The new woman didn’t like kids and didn’t have a clue what to do with them. The poor ex-husband/dad didn’t have a clue how to help the girlfriend and tried his best to get his ex-wife and the kids to give the poor girlfriend a break. It was very realistic. I could seriously relate to everything that was going on. It was like they had watched my life and put it on the big screen. It was a GREAT movie.
Then they did the unthinkable. The only way that they could get the girlfriend and the ex-wife to get along was to have the ex-wife die of cancer. Oh, please! This wonderful, true-to-life movie suddenly became a Lifetime Movie of The Week. I wanted to throw up. Luckily, I was watching the movie at home on HBO and I could scream at the screen and throw stuffed animals at the TV. I finished watching the stupid movie only because I had to see how it ended. It ended exactly like you would expect a Lifetime movie to end. The girlfriend and the ex-wife called a truce just before the ex-wife died and the kids finally learned to accept the girlfriend as part of dad’s life. They all lived happily ever after in the family home. Bleeaacckkkkk.
I’m insulted that the movie had a typical Hollywood ending. Why not have the ending be more realistic and less melodramatic? I became a stepmom at the tender age of 19. The stepkids were 10 and 8. They hated me. The ex-wife hated me. But then she was going to hate anybody that was involved with Hubby, I was just the lucky target. Over the years, I’ve tried EVERYTHING to get along with this woman. And nothing worked. I always thought that if I just tried harder, then things would get better. Things never got better. They’re still crappy. But I’ve learned to accept that. Sometimes it’s just that way. Only took me about 20 years to accept that fact. Why not show that as the ending? Why did it have to be tied up with a cookie cutter Hollywood tear-jerker ending? In the movie, everybody looked like the good guy in the end. In real life, sometimes you’re the good guy and sometimes you’re the bad guy.
To this day, I’ve not been able to watch that movie. I scream obscenities at the screen every time I see it on TV and I flip the channel as fast as I can.
Add this to my list of reasons why I want to call a do-over for this weekend.
About a month ago, a nice looking young man came to my front door to talk to me about how I could get a "free" home security system. I had to step out on the front porch to talk to the nice young man because the dogs were at the front door and Blacky was barking very loudly at this strange person on his porch. I listened to the young man’s sales pitch. All I had to do was put a sign in my yard and the alarm company would "compensate" me for having this sign in my yard by installing a state-of-the-art security system. I explained that I didn’t need a state-of-the-art alarm system because I already had a security system. Their names are Blacky and Luci. The young man laughed and said that he understood but that his system was better, blah, blah, blah.
I honestly didn’t listen to the rest of the sales pitch because this is the point where I told the guy that my dad had worked for 38 years with their competitor and that he would kill me if I even thought about accepting his offer. The young man said that it was a free system, how could I turn that down? I asked if it’s really free and he said yes. No monthly monitoring fee? No installation fee? The kid went all pale on me. Ah-ha! An informed consumer. Something he wasn’t expecting. He stuttered and stammered a bit and said there was a $99 installation fee and I had to sign a 3 year contract and agree to have the monitoring fee automatically charged to my credit card. I told him that’s what I thought and that I wasn’t interested. I went back into the house with the barking dogs.
Hubby wasn’t home during that particular conversation and I didn’t mention it to him. Imagine my surprise when I came home from work the other night and saw Hubby talking to a different young guy from the same alarm company. As I came onto the porch, I heard Hubby ask if the system is free and the guy said yes. This raised my eyebrows and Hubby said "I think it’s okay." and I could just tell he was about to agree to accept the "free" alarm system offer. I gave Hubby one of my "Don’t you dare" looks and he said, "But I’m gonna let you talk to her because I can see that she has other ideas." With that, Hubby went into the house to leave me alone with young sales guy. I explained to the young guy that I had already had this conversation with his co-worker about a month ago and that I wasn’t interested in the alarm system. The young guy again tried to talk me into it and I said I wasn’t interested and went back into the house.
Now, let me say that I love my Hubby very much and he’s a very smart man. There isn’t anything that he can’t fix and I value his opinion more than anybody else on this Earth. But there are times when he’s extremely gullible. Especially when the word "free" is involved. He’s been mad at me all week because I turned down the free alarm system. I’ve tried many, many times to tell him that there is no such thing as a free lunch. After paying a $99 installation fee and sign up for a 3 year contract, this free alarm system would end up costing us $1,500. I can think of a lot better ways to spend that kind of money.
Like treats and toys for my "real" alarm system.
My hit count is 1,015! I finally broke the 1,000 hit mark. For some reason that I can’t really explain, 1,000 hits to my little blog is very exciting. When I first started this space back in February, I never dreamed that anyone was going to want to read about my life. My goal was to record some of the every day happenings at my house. Record Luci’s puppy hood. Keep a journal of Blacky’s life. Get a written record of some of the stuff that happens in my life. When I was much younger, I wanted to be a writer . . . but as I got older, reality set in and that dream got pushed to the side. Except for some creative writing classes in college, this space is the most writing I’ve done in, oh, 30 years.
I could get all mushy and sentimental (like I’m prone to do at times like this) but I can hear the music and I can see that they are waving at me to wrap this up. Thank you to everyone that visits my space. I couldn’t have done this without you.
I’m sitting here at work today, typing along like normal, and I notice that my left index finger hurts a little. I check the keyboard to see if there is something on the keys that might be causing the problem. Nope, it’s just fine. (I thought it might be some residue from the Cheez-it’s the other day.) Next I look at my finger and notice a bruise on the end of my finger. I’m right handed, so I’m wondering what in the world I did to hurt my left index finger? I don’t remember slamming it in a door or pinching it anywhere. Hmmm, I wonder what did I do this time?
I will admit that I’m a klutz. It’s not unusual for me to have a bruise somewhere on my body and most of the time I have no idea what I did to get the bruise. But normally the bruises are on my leg, or my shin, or on my arm. Depending on where the bruise is, I can figure out what happened. Usually I run into the chest of drawers in the bedroom (upper arm bruise), the corner of my desk at work (hip bruise), or the coffee table in the living room at home (shin bruise). Then there was the bruise on my knee about a month ago when Luci and I were playing fetch and she didn’t stop in time and ran head first into my knee. But for the life of me, I can’t remember how I would have gotten a bruise on the end of my finger.
Then it dawned on me what must have happened. When I’m home, I have a choker collar on Luci so that I can her attention when she’s misbehaving. I usually latch my finger through the collar and give it a light tug. That usually gets her attention and she stops whatever she’s doing. The other night, though, she just wouldn’t listen or settle down for anything. Even after I grabbed the collar, she was bucking and trying to get away from me. All of this drama because she had a rock in her mouth and she knew I was going to take it away from her. She must have twisted the collar around my finger and pinched my fingertip.
It’s either that or Hubby bit the end of my finger during the night to get me to stop snoring. I’m betting that it was Luci’s fault. I’m telling you, that dog is going to be the death of me yet.