WTF - Titty Sweat

Building off of my previous post, now I want to talk about something else the wife said yesterday which came as a shock.  We had been working in the yard for a while.  Although it was a little windy, the temperature was very nice.  Apparently the temperature was a little warmer than I thought because my wife announced she had "titty sweat."  WTF?  Really?  With your 3 daughters within 10 feet of you, you state you have titty sweat?  I told her that if she was wearing a bra, she might not have that problem.  This is when it got worse.  My wife asks our oldest daughter if she was wearing a bra and if she was sweating around her titties.  WTF?? I don't know what is to be said about that situation.  

WTF - I'm Itching

Sometimes people say and do things that can only be responded to by saying "What the fuck?"  Yesterday provided several of these moments.  The girls, my wife and myself were working in the backyard bagging up leaves.  During the process my wife decides to let everyone know that she was itching.  WTF?  Itching?  First of all, you are from the Delta region on Mississippi where they keep pet mosquitoes.  I know you are not itching from being in the backyard bagging leaves.  Secondly, I have seen you on more than one occasion walk through this backyard barefoot.  So I know you are not talking about itching now. 

Judgement Day Arrives

Today was the day for my wife's hearing for her disability claim.  We had to meet with her lawyer at 730am before going to the location for the hearing.  While at his office we covered what he was going to tell the judge and what my wife should and should not say to help prove her case.  While we were reviewing the information, I hoped my wife could hold herself together to get through having to recount her battles with bipolar/depression/suicidal thoughts.  We rode with the lawyer to the building for the hearing.  When we arrived we were told it would be about 30 minutes before we could see the judge.  After a short time, my wife was called.  I accompanied her and the lawyer to the hearing room.  We walked, got seating and her case began.  Then it ended just as quickly.  The judge explained that based on the information he had in front of him and with assistance from a doctor who explained conditions and medications, he did not need to hear any further testimony.  The judge said he could make a ruling based on the evidence alone.  So that's it.  My wife has completed her fight for her disability claim.  Now it's just a matter of waiting to see how much her fight was worth. 

WTF Moment - Who Wears the Pants in the Family

I came home from work today and was going through the mail when my wife approached me about something that happened to her today.  She explained to me that she had taken a shower earlier in the day and decided to put on a pair of my boxers because they were laying on the dresser.  Let me rephrase that - she tried to put on a pair of my boxers.  Now in days gone past my wife could wear some of my clothes because I used to wear loose fitting garments and she was a little bit smaller. In present day - that ain't happening.  The difference in our sizes has widened (no pun intended) so much that she explained she could not get the boxer above her thighs.  WTF?!! Guess her test today proves who wears the pants in the family since she can no longer fit into mine.

Judgement Day

Well the day is almost here when my world will be changed forever.  After nearly 2 years of not working, my wife's court date has finally arrived.  A lot of things have crossed my mind about this situation and the possible outcomes.  If she does win the case and is awarded disability, will it be enough to actually make an impact on our financial situation?  If she does not win the case, will she be willing to actually look for a job?  Most importantly, if she does not win the case, what will her mental state be like?  Will she be able to cope or will she have another breakdown?  The answers are only a couple of days away. 

Destroying my future to deal with the present

I had to take a desperate move to take care of most of my financial debts.  I had hoped that I would have found another job by now but no such luck.  In order to catch up on the mortgage and my truck note as well as some other bills, I cashed out my 401k from my last full time job.  Good news is that I was able to clear $8000 after the initial tax penalties.  Bad news is that I owed $6000 just for the truck and the mortgage.  Add $450 for daycare, $300 for a trip to the local Sams Club to buy stuff (paper plates and cleaning supplies) in bulk while we had money and you can see how to blow 8g's in a couple of days.  So now my present is ok for the moment but my future looks bleak because I don't have anything saved for retirement.  

Medicine, No Chaser

This is just a piece of friendly advice I want to offer based on my experience today.  You know those warning labels on medicine that suggest you don't consume alcohol while taking them?  You might want to pay those a little more attention in the future.  I am battling a cold and decided to take some daytime cold and flu relief.  In order to speed up my recovery, I decided to take a shot of vodka to help with the congestion.  BAD MOVE!  That was one of the nastiest combinations I have ever tasted.  So please heed my warning.  If you are taking over the counter or prescription cold medication, do not chase it with vodka. 

Out with the old, In with the old

Seems like 2014 is starting off like how 2013 went for me.  My wife decided to go to her mother's house with our kids last weekend.  They returned today.  In the four days she was gone, my wife managed to beak her glasses, get a crack in the windshield of the van and lose one of her rigid gas permeable contacts.  Not bad for a couple days out of town.