<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465488030872874313</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:47:35.623-07:00</updated><category term='cocktail whore'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Batewick</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://batewick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465488030872874313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://batewick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Batewick.  It means something, I promise...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155773950793341437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465488030872874313.post-420818926031103091</id><published>2007-09-21T11:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:32:52.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cocktail whore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Attention Whore?</title><content type='html'>My husband has known his friend, J, for most of his life.  They met when they were in elementary school, and have been close in contact since.  They've been through everything together- bike riding, comic books, that first joint, slutty girlfriends, jail, everything.  True friends.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, J met a girl a while back and they were friends, then got married, shipped off to boot camp, and got stationed together in Nevada.  Vegas to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;Right off the bat, they have problems.  Me and my husband got together about a month before they got married, so the entire time I have known my husband, I have known them, even though it took 2 years before I met them.&lt;br /&gt;So when I finally meet them, I take to the wife quickly I guess, (and for identification purposes, we are going to refer to her as Cocktail Whore.  More on this later...) and me and her go out to eat alone sans men.  Now, when I get together with my friends, we husband bash, but it is harmless.  This girl thinks that he is a complete idiot.  The conversation wasn't about you know, dirty socks on the floor or a bad night in bed.  She said he was immature, unworthy of being the father of her future children, he was slow, etc etc.  I was taken aback I guess, I mean, who was I to comment on her marriage while I was a guest in her home?&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to about 2 months ago.  The past 3 years have been peppered with their spats, but nothing as bad as it is now.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, the Cocktail Whore has been demeaning him and telling him that his ideas and plans are pretty much stupid and juvenile.  See, J and my husband want to go into business together once J gets out of the military and finishes school.  Cocktail Whore mocks their ideas, and I take this personally because it is a joint idea, and well, if my husband is a part of it, then she must think he is stupid and juvenile as well.  &lt;br /&gt;Let's go on a tangent, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;Marriage isn't easy.  I love being married, but it's not going to be great 100% of the time.  But when you marry someone, you go into a commitment with intent to support your spouse through thick and thin, good ideas and bad, till death do us part.  I believe in divorce, if it is neccessary.  J and Cocktail Whore need a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;To get the the point, Cocktail Whore got out of the military, and got a government job which resulted in a significant pay cut.  They are still comfortable financially, except for one little thing...  She spends in excess of 500 dollars a month on clothes, shoes, bar nights, and lunches out every day.  She has a 30,000 truck with payments every month twice that of my own...  When J told her he wanted to buy a house, her response was that they couldn't afford it.&lt;br /&gt;What. The. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;What a twat.  Maybe if she cut down on her spending, brought her lunch, and drank at home, then they would definately be able to afford it.  &lt;br /&gt;They have been talking about separating because Cocktail Whore wants to get a second job... As a cocktail waitress.  Not that I am knocking cocktail waitresses...  Make that buck, do what you do.  Cocktail Whore is not getting this job to merely support her habit of spending, but because (she told J) she needs to prepare herself if she has to be financially dependent.  So, if they do decide to split, she can work two jobs and still swipe the plastic.&lt;br /&gt;They also have about 3500 dollars in debt, with 7 grand in savings.  Wouldn't the powers of Duh? tell you to pay off the debt?  There is still a nice comfortable cushion for them should they need it.  But Cocktail Whore said they can't pay off their debt because she can't afford it.  Come to find out, she has been using their savings to buy her shit.  My husband talked him into opening his own checking account because it may be their savings, but some of it is still HIS money.  Doesn't any one else think this is fucked up?  Am I the only one?  &lt;br /&gt;I hate debt!  Besides my house and car, I have a credit card with a 600 dollar balance.  That is my only debt.  I am not taking out student loans either.  So suffice to say, I am pretty much debt free.  So why, oh why, is it ok to have the means to pay off debt but not pay it off?&lt;br /&gt;J needs to take THEIR money to pay off THEIR debt and then split the remainders down the middle so they can each have their own cushion of money to fall on.  Because Cocktail Whore, despite J threatening to leave her if she got that job, went on the interview anyway.  She is too selfish and unwilling to compromise her spending habits when it is obviously the source of their marital problems.  She says she wants to work it out..  Right.  J is her stepping stone, and she just bought a pair of stiletto heels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7465488030872874313-420818926031103091?l=batewick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://batewick.blogspot.com/feeds/420818926031103091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7465488030872874313&amp;postID=420818926031103091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465488030872874313/posts/default/420818926031103091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7465488030872874313/posts/default/420818926031103091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://batewick.blogspot.com/2007/09/attention-whore.html' title='Attention Whore?'/><author><name>Batewick.  It means something, I promise...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155773950793341437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465488030872874313.post-4659863939015441438</id><published>2007-09-20T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T10:37:29.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>I have another blog.  But, I am not happy with it and I am not annonymous, so therefore- I have a new one.&lt;br /&gt;I'm married, and I have kids.  But I am not a Mommy Blogger.  Im sorry, but talking about my kid's booger face and how much they idol Blue's Clues are not things I am going to waste my time on.  I save that for calls to my family.&lt;br /&gt;I will give you a little background info, because I suspect that this is will contribute to much of the content of my site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My mother is fucking nuts.  She is a diagnosed borderline personality, and the fact that I have made the effort to move half way across the continent should mean something.  My siblings still live there with her, and I think they are slowly turning nuts too.  I will likely talk about her a lot because if it wasn't for the way I was raised; all that hurt and hate and discontent, I wouldn't be what I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am a student, at Expensive Ass Distant Online College.  I am getting fucked financially in the ass with no KY, but hey, I will have a good degree and maybe make money one day.  I also go to Retarded Local Community College to help alleviate some of the expensive courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I live in the south, and I love it here.  Could do with out some of the self righteousness people have here, but for the most part, I like it.  Love hearing the gunshots in my neighborhood at night too.  I think racist jokes are funny, and it is not because I am a racist, in fact far from it.  I just like to laugh at people.  I like fat jokes and men jokes and retard jokes.  Humor is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I have a government job.  I hate it.  I am looking for another one.  I hate office politics and ass kissing is like, beneath me, so fuck it.  That's why I am going to school, too work for my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.  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It means something, I promise...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16155773950793341437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
