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SMHS – Din-Din

It’s Friday, so you know what time it is. Time for #SMHS – Sh*T My Husband Says!

There’s something special about being married and by special I mean hilarious. After a certain amount of time has passed you begin to get into the deep minutia of life and crazy metaphors, conversations, and ridiculousness get exchanged.

Here’s this week’s gem.

Some days I happily reply what’s for dinner because I’m on my game and have prepared for the week. Other days I wish I knew what it was like to be a man and have everything prepared and planned for me ahead of time and respond with ‘God gave you two hands,” even though I’m not religious but very quick-tongued.

Flawsome: Adjective

Flawesome: an individual who embraces their ‘flaws’ and knows they are awesome regardless.

I wasn’t born to be perfect. I was born to be real.

This week prompt: imperfect

Our relationship is flawed because you refuse to listen.
How many more times must I express my feelings?
For I’ve clearly stated my boundaries
yet you still manage to bulldoze straight through them.
If my words and wishes don’t matter
Then why bother, it’s over
You’ll blame me for the ending when you speak about it with friends
because you’ll be able to identify when the atmosphere between us changed.
How come you can’t see your own misactions?
I’ll never fulfill that relationship you’re craving
You need to be needed in a way I can’t give
and I’m sick of repeating it to your deaf ears
For my lips tell truths you can’t handle
So let’s stop with the charades and call a spade a spade

It’s easy to confuse boundaries with control because most boundary-less people can’t fathom why there needs to be a line.

For a long time, I thought the only relationship I had to ever worry about was between me and my husband. Apparently, life forces you to deal with a multitude of relationships you don’t necessarily want or expected.

SMHS – Puppy Pistols

It’s Friday, so you know what time it is. Time for #SMHS – Sh*T My Husband Says!

Here’s this week’s gem.

I honestly can’t handle him some mornings, he’s way to awake and fiesty for me, and I get up an hour earlier to run with the dogs.

Seeing The Forest Through The Trees

This week’s prompt was journey.

I thought I saw the light at the end of the tunnel
But when I got to the end of the road it had a sign that told me path walkers must turn around
Now it’s foggy and unclear
There’s no end in sight and what happens if I can’t follow my feet back to the journey meant for me
There’s a fear burrowed behind my inner voice
Pulsing its nasty jagged reminder, I’m nobody and should give up
Something quieter and located closer to my gut keeps telling that fear to shut the fuck up
So I’ll just sit here snuggling chaos like a close friend
Waiting until the light shines through and show me the forest through the trees

-Sj

Do you ever feel like you’re running as fast as you can but not moving and stuck? Or, no matter how hard you fight to improve the cards are inevitably stacked against you?

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SMHS – Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!

It’s Friday, so you know what time it is. Time for #SMHS – Sh*T My Husband Says!

Here’s this week’s gem.

What joke have you heard from your husband 100 times and then some?

SMHS – Zebra Gum

Cheers to another round of Sh*T My Husband Says …

I don’t care what the Hubs says, Zebra gum was the best because of the free tattoos, too! Who’s with me?

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You Are Worth It

You’re broken and without hope, but won’t take anyone’s lifeboat
Excuses, complaints, and worries about what-ifs send you straight to the deep dark pits
So dear friend, take our hand
It’ll only be as hard as you make it
Because there’s no judgment in our eyes
It’s never too late and you are worth it.

– Sj.

It’s frustrating when someone close to your heart won’t help themselves and you understand it’s up to them to want to make a change. Feeling helpless sucks.

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SMHS – Noodle Arms

SMHS – Sh*t my husband says.

And I’m going to turn mine into a bi-weekly cartoon sitcom. Well, cartoon may be generous but I can’t say graphic sitcom because that implies a whole other situation.

Every other Friday keep a look out for the Sh*t My Husband Says. Hope you enjoy him as much as I do.

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Washing Guilt Dry

I’m on book 3 of the #ReadWithRD for 2018 and it’s Rupi Kaur’s The Sun and Her Flowers book of poems. Reading poetry hasn’t been my thing, the last time I read anything that rhymed it was underneath the title, Where The Sidewalk Ends.

Why wasn’t I ever interested in poetry before?

Maybe I strayed away because the word seemed too feminine and had over the top emotions, corny jazz music and far out artists weaved beneath its definition. And there was no way I’d fit in there…

So imagine my surprise when I began to enjoy it, which then lead to an embarrassing amount of Google searches to gain some perspective and history on the art of poetry.

My searches led me to Blogging University’s Intro to Poetry course and on a whim, I signed up. Its follow-up email sealed the deal by stating, “Sometimes we need a little nudge to get in touch with our creative side.”

I have my own theme I’d like to conquer by using poetry and would like to see if it helps.

This week’s prompt involved water:

Grandma’s death washed me dry
and left me without any layers.
I spoke the truth but it felt twice removed
because she kept secrets like a gypsy.
Guilt crept in and rinsed my skin
clean of any wrongdoings.
Because truth be told, none of us knew
the real J. Ruth in the beginning.

Tell me poem readers, what do you think?

Rain Bird 32ETI – Easy To Install Review

Any good pet owner wants to give their animal the best life possible. An open meadow for your horse, a jungle gym for your cat and a big fluffy green backyard for your dog…

Unfortunately the grass isn’t always greener when living in an apartment. I shouldn’t complain, I’m probably a part of the slim percentage in Southern California who have a backyard and is renting.

My problem is the included backyard is not what it looks like in the listing pictures. Buyer beware.

It’s a giant dirt patch during the summer months when all the hard work I put in during the damn winter and rainy season gets fried out by the summer sun.

I want my dogs to have GRASS DAMMIT!

Unfortunaltey I said this wish a little loud one day and it sent my Hubs straight to Google to search water system for apartments which then led to a small argument about wasting money. Ya know, the usual.

Doing any kind of manual labor to enhance any part of a rented home (especially apartment) is a waste, personally speaking of course. This is not an idea the Hubs agrees with full heartily.

After a day’s worth of negotiations, we came to an agreement. I’ll jump on board for this if he agrees to me never letting him live it down if he doesn’t want to dig it up after we move.

It only took an afternoon to install, probably would’ve been quicker had we had all the right tools to begin with. Our ground is tough because we live up in the foothills, so parts of my yard is like digging up dried rock. We needed a pick to speed up the afternoon project.

I would highly recommend something other than a shovel. Unless you want to have the most miserable 4 hours of your life, have at it.

But guys, in only two flipping weeks this is what my grass looks like! My dogs love it! There is less dirt coming in through the doggy door and they aren’t laying in the mulch anymore.

I’m the cheapest. My husband hates it, but I can’t help it. I don’t like spending money on unnecessary items, but this is the best $100 I’ve spent in a while and would recommend it to anyone desperately in need of grass for their pet’s enjoyment.