This could be the last one folks....

Not because I want it to be, but because I am tired. Mentally tired of listening to my family gripe about it. Little Miss and Hubs make it hard to enjoy it anymore. It's really just all the griping, complaining and snide remarks. I swear sometimes they absolutely hate me. Neither think I should have anything I enjoy. Oh, if I bitch about it, they throw a hissy and tell me how they said nothing about me giving it up, but in reality what other choice do I have? Listen to the near constant moaning and groaning? I would rather eat my own shirt.

I always give up the things I enjoy on my own. That is the key here...ON. MY. OWN.

I enjoyed doing crossword puzzles, I would do a couple a day. Then Hubs started griping, you know it was a waste of time, I could actually be accomplishing something, it was just stupid. So I put away my crossword puzzles, only to bring them out every now and then when he isn't around. Same thing happened to search a words. I regulated those to the bathroom. I now have something to do when I am hiding in there. And don't think I am above hiding out in the bathroom, hell it is the only place to find peace sometimes!

I gave up jigsaw puzzles. I have one half put together in my closet, it has been there for 2 years!! I loved doing the Thomas Kinkade puzzles, 1000 to 5000 pieces and hard as hell to put together. I don't take them apart, I glue it all together and stash them away. I can't bare to rip them apart after spending weeks putting them together. I have one hanging on my wall in the living room, framed. But hubby and Little Miss complained, I started just working on them when they were not around, then hubs complained that they were always out, I was wasting my time, I should get a life. And Lord knows, Little Miss is always around.

I loved painting, not pictures, but ceramic figures. I have a whole Christmas village I painted. I have horses, angels, cats and a bunch of Christmas things. Again Hubby fussed and then Little Miss always wanted to help, I gave her her own things to paint, but she always wanted to help with mine. It got to be an unenjoyable hobby.

Bead projects...Forget about it!! I have a ton of beads and instructions and shit and they have not been touched in a few years!! Same with cross stitching...Can't finish one, why start?

I have a quilt unfinished in a bag in my closet. Another victim of the bitching. Yet another thing that was a waste of time, stupid and always out. I decided to only work on it when hubby was gone, I would stop when he came through the door. Well, I would finish the square then stop and I always got that same grunt and look. After a couple of days it wears on your nerves, that and the, "Are you ever going to get done with that thing?" It was to be our new comforter, I guess if I ever get it done, we can die under it from old age!

Little Miss fussed that I *gasp* talked when I went to visit mom, I quit visiting as much, easier than having her gripe and complain the whole time I am there. I started just dropping her off and staying about 30 minutes. Talking on the phone with mom? Went from everyday to maybe twice a week. I can't talk for her bitching and bothering me, so why bother.

The latest victim has been blogging, reading blogs and Plurking! None of which are done when hubby is around and I try to keep it to a minimum when Little Miss is around. Little Miss rats me out to her father for doing it, gripes to no end if I am on for a millisecond longer than she wants me to be on and constantly rolls her eyes if I am doing it and that sigh...... the one that makes me want to slap her head off.

And hubs, oh hubs, thinks it is stupid and a complete waste of time and that I should get a life or a job or should accomplish something anyway. He doesn't understand why anyone would want to read my rants or about my life. He thinks perhaps we all need a life. I mentioned I was given an award, he wanted to know why and thought it was silly. I mentioned I was quoted and linked on BlogHer, he just rolled his eyes and said so. When ever I mention something I read, he gets that glazed over look in his eyes and grunts.

And Plurking, well, now there is a stupid site. If anyone has time to do that, they really need to get a job and a life. Mostly a life. I mentioned that I had met a few really nice people on there. He thought it was strange, that I would "talk" to someone I didn't know. What could you get from that? It would have to be men trolling for women. I told him most of them were women. So apparently I made his point, a bunch of women on one site, like fishing in a bucket.

I told him I plurk stupid things, like that I am taking a break and eating a nanner sandwich. I actually got a response. Someone wanted to know if I put peanut butter on it or was it just on bread. I told them PB and mayo. And I found another person who eats it that way. You know just silly things. I am not trolling for a man, I have enough headaches without adding another man to the mix!

I think that is hubby's main problem, he is jealous of me having something besides him. I don't have a problem with his shop, his Internet time, his friends or anything else I consider as just his. But I have relied so heavily on him to be my "hobby" it bothers him when I try to do something for just me.

I got pregnant when I was young, I quit school to raise my oldest son. Well, a girl with a baby isn't much fun to party with and I got left behind. You know out of sight, out of mind. It was me, him and Easy E. I was content. His friends were my friends or so I thought way back then. But his friends are just that, his friends. They will talk to me if I am around, but they don't come to just see me and visit. Why should they? They are his friends.

If this is to be my last post, I want to thank all of you who stopped by and visited. I love all of you. All 10 (?) of my readers have been great! You lifted my spirits when I needed it and laughed with me and at me more times than I can count. I loved visiting with you everyday, whether right here or at your sites. I think I shall miss that the most, visiting your sites. And yes, I am visiting, just not commenting as much, time restraints and all. It helps to know others are going through the same things and sometimes I just need a good laugh and ya'll are always up to the challenge.

If something drastic doesn't happen over this long holiday weekend, this will be it. I may come back when school starts and I have the house to myself again. Hubby has told me not to quit blogging, though he doesn't understand the concept, I enjoy it and shouldn't give it up. I know it won't last long though, he will go back to griping in no time. He talked to Little Miss about her griping. He told her I needed something and she should let me have this. She has begged me not to stop, but I know it is only because for once in her life she feels guilt. She too would be back at her griping in days.

I have thought about it and believe it or not, I have cried over it, and I just don't think I can keep doing it and put up with the constant harassment. It will take a lot to get me to believe that it will stop. I will miss this. It is a place where I can say anything and no one judges me. I can put in some of the stupidest things and someone will get it. It has been nice knowing I am not a strange little creature. Others think the same way as me, who would've thunk it? Believe it or not my numbers have recently started going up and I was excited about it. Nothing like the A-lister but I was making my way up to maybe D-list, OK maybe S-list, but I was getting there. I went from a reader here and there to having between 30-60 people visit a day, in less than a year. Not bad for a country hick from the sticks with no formal training and no friends who read because they have to. I came out here alone and now I have a few followers. It's hard to believe anyone would read my drivel. But you do and I feel like I might not be such a bad blogger after all. A couple who show up everyday, rain or shine. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! I feel so loved.

This started as a fluke, just a place to rant and get things off my chest, it has become a place I love to visit, because of all 10 (?) of you. I don't expect anyone to hang around if I am not here daily, but I hope if I make my way back to it, that you too will find me again. I shall miss you!

And Plurk, what can I say? I will miss you too! I have found some friends there that are the greatest! I was completely amazed that some of the bloggers I loved so much would actually "talk" to me. Just like I could be one of them. Not a wanna be, but one of the somewhat cool kids at the table. Not one of the actual COOL kids, but someone they would talk to without being embarrassed. So thank you Plurk buddies, for making me feel like I might belong!

And Twitter, we haven't hung out much here lately, but I will miss you too. I enjoyed my morning visit to see what the others were doing and you taking me to such great post. Thanks for making my morning coffee enjoyable!

So thanks for the memories and let's just hope something happens this weekend to change my mind. BYE!