Pumpkin Patch Farm

We attended the Pumpkin Patch Farm Field Trip with Grandson. This is his third visit there. He has been going for the last three years. The last few times it was so cold, and one of them it was raining.. Today, I was sweating!! A lot of people were wearing short pants.

When I peered out the window this morning, I wondered what the weather would be so I can dress accordingly. You can't always believe the weatherman... or excuse.. the meteorologist. I just moseyed out with t-shirt and sweatpants.

Needless to say we had a great time. Grandson went with his class, and we had him dressed for the occasion. He played and Grandpa was there to watch out for him. Another words he was the 'helping' parent while I moseyed around taking pictures. I have an assignment for my school, but I can't decide on what and how I'm going to do it. Imagine that.. The last one, I just got an 'it's ok, but I would have went some seconds stop...' I have to consider and think about this some more. BUT not right this minute.

I can't wait to see if we will be moving to Colorado Springs soon. Every time we decide to move, something always come up and it doesn't work out.

Once, I had had enough of O'Hubby, and he actually agreed to let me live in Malibu.. and when I was leaving to Cali to find a condo to live.. guess what???? I couldn't, because that's the year the fire went out of control and burnt many homes.. so much for that.

Then I was gonna go move to Phoenix, and live in the high rise suite... but I did a boo boo and kicked his ass... Hubby had had it with me too, and took my car(s) away. We literally decided that was the end of us, and when I was packing and leaving to go.. (Mom was even outside to drive me outta here...) I noticed Z-man was near choking to death. Where was the lady that was suppose to care for the animals??? I told Hubs, and he asked if we could stay until he returned the next day.. Well, his truck broke down in Texas so he had to wait.. Days went by, by then I said I was sorry for kicking him.. and the rest. He apologized, too. CRAP!!!

Always, something comes up. I hope this time we do move. I really want to do something. Farmington and living nearby my hometown is cool, but really! I want to get the hell out!! I know I can do something beneficial for me in a career sense!!

Yesterday, I got a call from a person and said "Your husband just left here." I asked "From where?" They said "Shitrock Hospital" O I thought.. he told me he was going to move the boat to the warehouse. I called him up and asked where he was... he says he is moving the boat.. I told him that was hrs. ago... MIND YOU, this is our anniversary day... I asked him again, sternly.. Where are you? Quiet, then said '..moving the boat.' I said you are not.. then he hesitated and said I'm leaving Shiprock. I asked him 'where were you?' Quiet again.. then he coughed up some story.. I said "You are so full of shit.' So, you know what kind of hell we went through last night.

Last year, he ignored my phone calls all day.. later a week or so went by.. I asked him questions relating to our Anniversary date.. but I didn't say "Anniversary" just that particular weekend.. he blurts out laughing he was out with the boys at the lake, boating. I looked at him, and thought ooO (*&^#@$%&%%$##!!). You wonder, why does she put up with this asshole?? I hate to say like many pitiful wives.. Grandson loves Grandpa with all his heart, I couldn't leave him with his parents knowing they would neglect him. And Grandpa loves Grandson so much... When Grandpa comes home, Grandson goes crazy and runs out when he gets the ok from me.. I just can't take that away from them. There were many nights Grandpa held Grandson... He has been there for him all the time.

Last year I got mad and left, and took Grandson back to his parents.. They didn't even care for him, instead I got him back with a cut on his head, and bumps.. filthy. Then I took the responsibility of being there for him.. That's why I put up with his shit all the time... Next time, when I decide to leave.. Grandson is coming with me.

So, last night I threw out all of my painted ponies, pottery, indian stuff, alot of my art work, stuff he bought me, sandpaintings, horse figurines, I just cleaned out the living room art crap and took it to the landfill place.. the guys there took it. When he came home, he asked where'd they go? I said Trashed it, he looked and looked and then looked dismayed and asked why? Why would I do that?? I said Why would you give a shit? I told him, keep fucking with me, eventually I won't have anything but clothes in a bag.. and telling you GOOD BYE!! And I meant every word I said... So far I have thrown out half of my clothes, and some stuff..

Kinda get the picture what our marriage is like now? He won't divorce me, so I just get rid of my crap, and I won't have to worry about my things in the long run. I just go, and never look back, cause there would be nothing for me to think of. And when he does ask me to come back, I will just remember what an ass he was.. and I won't listen, I'll just keep going.