Damn you QUEENIE

I am sure you are all familiar with the Queen, This blog is a bitch session about what that HAG woman did to me.....


 Any body who is a nosey bitch anyone has a face book, right? Yep so do I (cuz I think I am SOMEBODY)!  And I have  a friend who is the Queen of all that is bad and Evil.....

Well the Queen likes to play the games......as do I.  One day I see this post on my wall begging somebody to play this new game.....Queenie needs friends to level up, and Oh, this is her FAVORITE game....blah, blah, blah....

DAMN ME !! I fell for it....she said "you don't have to play, just set it up so I have a neighbor so I can level up".

So ok, the game looked a bit interesting, so I played....just a little bit......You see Queenie was already like 26 or so levels ahead of me, no chance there, just let her keep on going.....

Next thing I know I am HOOKED! Fucking addicted to this God forsaken game!!!! I am talking 5 hours a day.....7 days a week!!

I am now level 37 and moving on up..... and Queenie...well...The Bitch QUIT PLAYING !!!

How fucking stupid is that!! So now I figure, if I beg others to be my neighbor and use the same hook line, well maybe...just maybe.....

I can give up that fucking addiction.....Like I don't have enough of them on my own! I certainly didn't need that kind of help from a FRIEND!!

And I am so not buying the fact that she now has 3 real life jobs to occupy her time.....No way in Hell she is getting out of this one..... the blame is all hers and I did nothing but try to help a friend!!

the way I see it, I'm a thinkin' I may have to trick her into meeting me half way between her place in Kansas and my place in Nebraska for a weekend of drinking, and , and, umm..... FUN!!!! Maybe I can get her to "drunk blog".....then you would all  pee your pants see how evil she really is!

And let this be a lesson to one and all.....NEVER, I repeat, NEVER help a friend on Facebook!!!

BEER ASSULT

SHIT, DAMN AND HELL !! Where have I been for the last 5 months??? Out of my mind that's where!

Hubby is on his last year of this Damn union job, the one that gives him an extra paycheck every month causes him so much stress..... so much stress that the extra paycheck he gets (that is NOT part of the household funds), well it goes to the local liquor store. Yea to the tune of $14 a day!

I ask him if he was going to miss his beer when the job is no longer his, and he said "nope". Um... What the hell does he think? Does he believe I am giving him that kind of money from the household funds? Does he think he wont be drinking it any more? I chose not to find out just yet.......

But I don't think I can do this much longer...... You see after a 12 pack a night, he proceeds to go get into MY new bed, (yea the one I had to have after I broke my neck in order to sleep pain free) and crashes into a coma! A coma of the brain mind you, not a coma of the body!!  2 hours later I go in and roll him over so I can get the covers that he is so adamant about laying on TOP of.....put a 4 ft body pillow between us, another pillow on top of that.....and one under my head. Should be good for the night right? WRONG!!

I have gone from getting kneed in the back and elbowed in the head to......wait for this shit.....

You are never going to believe this......

The elbow now lands OVER 2 fucking pillows to land in my FACE!! The knee in the back, well the pillow protects the back.....but it is not fucking BRICK...so he rolls right on over them and plops happily on my face....smothering me in the mean time! Thankfully I have the will to survive!! I can usually slither off the side of the bed, roll his ass back over and rearrange that fucking pillow wall......and manage to hold my breath while doing so.....Have you ever smelled sleeping beer breath? That shit will traumatize you for life if it doesn't kill ya!

And hell no I am not giving up my bed.......I will move it to another room someday while he is working and put a lock on the fucking door!! Maybe I will let him have the futon that's in the dogs room Better yet, I think I will keep my room and put him in the room with the dogs beds.....Let him fight the Saint for the futon in there.....I can just see waking up with his ass curled up in the dog bed and the Saint stretched out on the futon!!!!  Oh that would so be picture time!!

In the mean time.....I will get my 2 hours of sleep a night and endure the headaches and body aches until I am to wore out to continue......

Oh, the Love of my Life.......