Long winded

Let's play catch-up, shall we? We'll start with the exciting match up of The Thing vs. The Paperweight, since that's where I left off. The Paperweight was totally jealous of The Thing this weekend. I'm sure, no matter how much of an asshole you are, it can't be easy to see your new ex-wife in love with another man or to see your kids made so happy by said man. However, if your jealousy turns you in to an even bigger asshole? That's not the way to win back the hearts of your children. So Sunday night, after my Thing left, was a little tense. The kids, The Girl especially, were talking up a storm about The Thing when The Paperweight stopped in for a visit. He left in a huff after managing to start an argument with each one of us.

However, there seems to be a silver lining, though I'm hesitant to get too excited. The last three days have actually been pretty good. Perhaps The Paperweight finally came to his senses and realized that being an asshole was only going to push his kids farther away. Or perhaps it's just a case of macho-male-pride and we have a competition going. Whatever the reason, I really don't care because the kids and I are benefiting. The Paperweight has been so goddamn nice it's disgusting. On top of being on time with the child support, he plunked down a wad extra so that I could buy more Christmas presents for the kids. He spent time with them last night and even took The Boy to buy the equipment he needs for hockey season. And the health insurance information I've been asking him to get for me since June magically appeared in my Inbox today. I don't know how long this will last, but I'm going to enjoy it while it's here.

Then there is Wilma. After careful consideration, I sent her an email declining her invitation to dinner. Perhaps I should have left it at that, but I didn't because…well…because I'm me. And being me, I told her why I was declining her manipulative gesture. Of course, I received a response not long after and of course, it's all my fault. What's my fault? Everything. As always. Her bad marriage. My bad marriage. Fred's bi-polar disorder. Her arthritis. Global warming. So, yeah…I'm glad I turned down the invitation. I'd rather cook Christmas dinner myself [cringe] then to put myself and the kids through that. Though, I found it interesting that my sister emailed me today, a mere 12 hours later, asking what day would be good for her to come to my house to visit me while she's in town. Seems that the news that I will not be attending has gotten around rather quickly. And I'm terribly curious as to what Wilma said to my sister, though I'll never ask.

Also, I've been tagged by KaraMia and even though she considers snorting a 'weird' thing, in lieu of the 'hottness' we all know it truly is, I shall play along...

Here are the rules:

Each player of this game starts with the 6 weird things about you. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

SIX WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME:

1. I can not sleep in a messy bed. I have to make the bed before I can sleep in it.
2. My bra and panties have to match; same color, same brand. Always. For example, I could never wear a pink VS bra and white Hanes panties. I'd feel weird all day. The Thing is fascinated by this quirk of mine. He asked the other day what would happen if, say, a bra from a set got ruined, would I refuse to wear the panties? The answer is, yes. The panties would be retired until I could replace the bra.
3. Okay, yeah...I snort when I laugh. Often.
4. I collect things. Anything. It doesn't matter what it is, if you are a friend of mine and you gave me something, I'll save it. Does it matter that it is a Styrofoam cup you drew on, a picture of your nostril hair or a post-it note that says 'bastard'? Nope. I'll keep it forever.
5. This one cracks up The Thing as well; I've seen Ted Nugent in concert 4 times - more then I've seen anyone else. I don't listen to his music nor have any of his CDs for that matter, but he's hysterical in concert and worth the whopping $20 to get in.
6. I hate closet doors left open. And I mean hate. I don't know why, but I always have. If I was rushing to leave a burning building and saw a closet door standing open, I'd risk my life to go back and shut it.

And I will tag LoisLane, Jac, Contrary, The Immortals, Rose, and angela marie.