I feel so special.

I feel so fucking special in my marriage.

So about a month or so ago my husband agreed to do this 30-Day fast in support of one of his firefighting friends who's doing it as a fund raiser for meningitis because his infant son died last year of spiral bacterial meningitis. So to be able to support my husband in not eating I agreed to do the 30-day fast with him. A few months ago he decided to do an intense 12 week diet...once again to help support him I agreed to do it as well. I was recently thinking about applying for a scholarship to go back to school and finish out a degree. But one of the requirements of this scholarship is signing a contract stating I will stay at the same child care center for one year after my scholarship is complete. So I was thinking that since this would be a two year commitment I wanted to make sure with my husband that this would be OK with him.

So today I'm at work and I get a text message from my husband telling me the firefighter who started this whole 30-day fast thing had been admitted into the hospital with...that's right...spiral bacterial meningitis, which killed his infant son last year and a disease not very many people survive. This is tragic news. Then a few hours later he tells me that starting the 7th until further notice he's gonna work all this dude's shifts since he's in the hospital. That means he's going to be working 48 hours on shift and only have 24 hours off. He tells me this without any sort of discussion. Just a "here are the facts deal with it" and he expects me to be OK with it. What woman in her right mind would be OK with only seeing her husband a few hours every 3 days? and what's more...how is he OK with only seeing me that much? AND he's driving a huge truck that only gets like 18 mpg and the station this dude is assigned to is an hour away from the station my husband is assigned to...give it up for spendind HUNDREDS of dollars on gas each week.


Grrr...that's all I have to say to end this blog...grrr.

first post-i hate money

So, my husband started doing this. Figured what the hell.

Let me start by introducing me. I'm kelli. Newly wed and here's THAT story.

My husand proposed to me in November when i was working as a Leasing Consultant. We soon discovered that our anniversary fell on a saturday the followig year and set that as our wedding date. A month or so later i lost my job and we decided that we could live on one income for a bit if we just had one set of bills. So because our families disapproved a couple living together pre-marriage i agreed to do a quick justice of the peace thing on the PROMISE i could still have my big wedding in august. Well 4 months later and life sucks financially and its starting to look like we're not gonna be able to do it. Because we still need $2800 in 3 months. So now its looking like MY wedding day memory will be that of a shotgun wedding bride. Rushed and 100% the opposite of romantic. Great.