Requirements to win the Bad Wife Award:

** Send your husband, who is surfing in Hawaii, text messages that say things like, “There’s no way you miss me as much as I miss you.”

** Tell your husband, who is surfing in Hawaii, to have someone take a picture of him surfing so you can blow it up and hang it up in your surf-themed bathroom. And then add, “So everytime I go in there to pee I can get pissed off at you.”

** Thank your husband, who is surfing in Hawaii, over and over again for giving you a whole 36 hours notice before taking off to Hawaii for a week and rub in the facts that when you went to Oregon for 4 days you 1) Gave him 4 months notice. 2) Bought tickets to 6 Flags for him and the older kids (and his brother) 3) Arranged for your mom to watch the 2 youngest so they could all go to 6 Flags 4) Arranged sitters in case he was scheduled to work 5) His brother came in town to visit.

** Basically ruin your husband’s trip to Hawaii by acting like a whiney bio-tch everytime he calls.

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Acceptance speech:

Thank you. Thank you. I’d like to thank my husband for going to Hawaii and giving me the opportunity to act like this and win this award. I’d also like to thank my kids, especially Liv, for using up my patience last week, before the Hawaii trip, making me even more psycho than usual this week. And most of all, I’d like to thank Mother Nature for the huge case of PMS I have had. Thank you.

**Yes, that’s 2 posts I’ve written today. I’m on a roll.

What Seiuli? was doing at 9:02 pm central standard time (4:02 pm Hawaii time):

What Tori:) was doing 9:02 pm central standard time:

I was driving Tristan home from his football game when all the sudden something started running, or wait, no- it was hopping across the street. I slammed on my brakes. Tristan starts saying, “What?? What happened?? What is it?!?!” as I open my car door. I said, “There’s a frog crossing the road.”

T: “So?”

Me: “So I don’t wanna run it over.”

T: “What!!?? Come back!”

Me: “Hold on, I’m trying to see where it is…”

I found the frog and it jumped under our car. I was scared to drive because I didn’t want to squish it. Tristan looked out his door and said, “Go. It’s ok.” So I slowly drove forward. I asked Tristan if I ran it over. He looked and said he didn’t think so. I told him to go check. He got out to look, saw the frog safely jumping across the street, and walked back to the car.

T: “I’ll just walk.” (We were only like 20 yards from our house.)

Me: “Do you think I’m a dork?”

T: “Yes.”

Me: “Yessssssssssssssss.”

The End

PS. HAPPY 8th BIRTHDAY TO MY NEPHEW, Big J!!!!

I’ve been grumpy. I’m not even sure *why*?!?! I mean, I kind of know, but I’m not positive. Some of what I write will probably sound like I am bitter towards Sei- and I want to make sure that everyone knows that THAT is NOT the case. I love Seiuli?. I am so proud of him. I respect him. I appreciate him and all his hard work. He is awesome. (I’m pretty sure I make my feelings known about him on a daily basis…)

Anyway… I guess I’ve been bummed. I am pretty lonely here. Yes, there is family near by, but realistically on average I see them once a week. I am home all day with not only Taj and Livie, but with the baby I watch daily & on some days a couple of other kids. I love being a mom. I do. But the daily, mundane crap I have to do has really gotten old. (I’m sure I’m not the only one feeling this way.) I think part of the reason it’s gotten old is because I’m not sure how much it’s noticed or appreciated. Sei treats me like a queen and my kids are awesome, but the fact of the matter is, moms don’t get progress reports or praise or a paycheck for that matter! Seiuli has been training for months and months to be a police officer. And he has received all those things every step of the way. I was reading thru his progress reports for the last 17 weeks and I was so excited for him and so proud. But I was also thinking, “Does anyone know how good it would make me feel to get a little recognition- to have someone praise my hardwork? Someone give me a goldstar!!!”

I’m also tired. I’m tired of being tired. I still don’t sleep well when Sei is on nite shift. So atleast 3 nites a week I don’t sleep well. This week it’s been 7 nites because of his changing shift. I am suppose to sleep with my husband Monday, Tues., Wed. and Thurs. nite this week. But- a rich friend of Seiuli’s called him and asked if he’d like to go to Hawaii with him (He’s paying!) leaving Monday and coming home probably Friday this week. How can I tell Sei? “no”? I can’t. I want him to go. I do. But I don’t want to not get to sleep with him or see him for another week. I miss him. Because it pretty much seems like the only time I am completely happy is when I am with him. When I went to Oregon in August I almost didn’t go to the airport that morning because I hadn’t seen him all week and I knew when I’d get back he’d start his work shift again. I felt horrible for leaving. But his brother came into town so I knew he’d have fun. And I had fun. But I missed him immensely- especially with all the surfers and the vibe of the ocean…

I think I may be living vicariously thru him. He comes home and tells me his cop stories- chasing and tackling people, drunkards, silly 911 calls, etc… I don’t wanna tell him, “Yeah- while you were doing all those exciting things I was playing Cash Cow on Webkinz.” I feel like I have absolutely NOTHING to add to any conversations. Does he really wanna hear about how much hair I cleaned out of the tub drain or how I had found a few new casserole recipes? I highly doubt it. And honestly- I’m not jealous he’s going to Hawaii. I think I’m more “Yeah- if my rich friend called me with the same offer I wouldn’t be able to go because no one would be here to watch the kids.” Men have it so easy.

Anyway… I’m not looking for compliments or whatever. I’m just b!tching because I feel b!tchy. Oh- and I also ran across a bunch of blogs written by women at church. From what I read I feel like if they read my blog then I would be shunned- although they’ve never really talked to me anyway so I wouldn’t know I was being shunned to begin with. Yeah- I’m diggin’ the chicks (and Omar) I hang with in the blogosphere. Y’all are ok with me callin’ it how I see it and being the real me on my blog. I can post when I’m having a grumpy day. Or a sexy day. Or a silly day or a boring day and IT’S OK. I appreciate it. Now that I got all this off my chest I’m gonna go pout some more… and play Cash Cow on Webkinz.