Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Hello, 2010.
I thought I turned things around last summer when a Secret Admirer sent me flowers. I was intrigued. Three dates - and one very bad bender in Vegas later - I found myself married. The rest is history.
But I am Wendy the Optimistic Cactus and I am convinced that 2010 is going to be an amazing year. Well, at least it will be better than 2009. Or, about the same as 2009.
Ok, look, 2010, I'm going to be straight with you: please have mercy. I am a broken woman. 2009 kicked me in the shins - again and again and again. Just when I thought 2009 and I could be friends, it threw acid in my face and stole my wallet. 2010, I know you are probably going to be a miserable, wretched year but if you just let me divorce my husband Ralph, I can take any other abuse - I can even spend Saturday nights at home. Alone and celibate. Watching Glee reruns.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Worst. Christmas. EVER.
Ok, I'm back. I just spent the past 4 hours sobbing hysterically in bed. I think I'm done now. Wait, no.
Ok, I'm really done crying now. My tear ducts are exhausted. When I cry now, it is tearless - I just shake and heave and moan in agony. But I am a strong, independent woman and I do not need Christmas presents to be happy. Good thing, too, because my Christmas presents this year were total crap.
1. My mother gave me a selection of business cards for divorce attorneys that her friends recommend.
2. My single friends would not let me participate in our Annual Single Girls Secret Santa because I am married now and don't need silly single girl gifts like lipstick and shot glasses. I started that gift exchange, damnit!!!
3. Ralph gave me a used vacuum cleaner and a $25 gift certificate to Starbucks. He found the vacuum cleaner in the alley behind our apartment. It probably does not work. Actually, it will probably work just long enough to give me an electric shock and set the carpet on fire.
I've already spent the $25 gift certificate on seasonal flavored frappucinos. I was feeling depressed and thought the sugar would make me feel better. Instead, I felt depressed, ill and fat.
Please go away now.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Feliz Navidad!
This is easily my favorite Christmas ornament. I made it myself last weekend when I was feeling depressed about my marriage.
In 2010, I'm thinking about redecorating my apartment with a bunch of portraits of myself. I have thought about doing this before, but I was worried it might seem a little creepy. Well, now that I have seen myself as a Christmas ornament, I have realized the error of my ways. Of course I should plaster my apartment with images of myself. Everyone knows that men are attracted to confident women.
Merry Christmas! If Ralph didn't spend at least $25,000 on my Christmas presents, I am going to be seriously pissed.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Best Christmas Present Ever
Miles eagerly unwrapped his present and - VIOLA!
IT'S ME! I gave Miles the gift of MYSELF. He gets to be my friend for another year and listen to all the drama in my life and buy me drinks and treat me to expensive pedicures.
Miles was so happy, he collapsed and remained silent for several moments. I told him, "I know, I know, you are too happy to speak." Finally, he began to shudder and cry softly. I said, "I know, I know, you are crying tears of joy." Then Miles started to mutter "selfish, selfish, selfish" but I knew he was just overwhelmed and was trying to say "so incredibly selfess, selfless, selfess."
Tonight, I feel like Wendy the Selfless Cactus.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Bah Humbug
But this year, it's different. I can't canoodle with a strange hot man under the mistletoe. (Which means I better not indulge in the egg nog). Instead, I just stay home with my husband and furtively sneak out with my girlfriends when Ralph goes to the bathroom. This weekend, all my girlfriends disappeared. It feels like a conspiracy, but I guess they have dates or maybe someone got the evil swine flu.
I tried decorating our apartment to get me into the Christmas spirit. It didn't work.
Spa Day
So I got a facial instead.
I love spa treatments! But today, I was disappointed. I wanted to zone out and go to my happy place - a place where I am still single and leading an exciting, glamourous life. But Tanya (the woman giving me my facial) WOULD NOT SHUT UP.
It would have been acceptable if Tanya was asking me a series of thoughtful questions and giving me the chance to vent about all the drama in my life. But no. Tanya would not stop talking about herself. Blahblahblah, me me me, I have breast cancer, blahblahblah, I'm trying to stay optimistic, sigh moan sigh, I'm just so lucky to have such a supportive family. Yeah, cry me a river, Tanya. Thanks for ruining what was supposed to be a relaxing morning. And I still don't have Miles' Christmas present. Crap, I'm the worst friend in the world.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
A Present For Ralph.
It's the complete DVD collection of the greatest television show in the history of television: Sex and the City!
I have always wanted to own the complete DVD collection of SATC. I could have bought it for myself, but instead, I bought it for Ralph. Sometimes I am amazed at how incredibly selfless I can be. Ralph is really lucky to be married to such a thoughtful and sacrificing woman.
Look at them - aren't they beautiful? I think I like them better than I like my own friends. I cannot imagine what my life would be like without them. Indeed, my life has felt a little empty ever since the show went off the air. The re-runs on Bravo are just not the same - they edit out all the good bits.
I admire all of the girls, but I identify with Samantha the most. She's just so strong and independent and she sleeps with a lot of hot men. This might sound sentimental, but Samantha is my role model.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Celibacy Update
Since I cannot take a lover, and it's too early to divorce Ralph, I have no choice but to practice celibacy.
And I am here to tell you that celibacy is a bitch.
These are my options:
1) Divorce Ralph now and spend the rest of my life alone, shunned by hot wealthy men.
2) Experience carnal relations with my husband. (Excuse me, I just threw up in my mouth).
3) Throw myself into a new hobby.
A new hobby it is! Knitting did not work out so well, but there has got to be a hobby out there for me. Of course, an unhealthy addiction would be just as an effective.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Vital Statistics
So, allow me to introduce a new weekly* column That Does Not Have A Name But It Will Be About My Vital Statistics Which Are Extremely Interesting So This Weekly* Column Does Not Need An Interesting Name.
Let's start with some very basic information (I don't want to overwhelm you):
- Favorite colors: Pink, green, red, yellow, and argyle. Sometimes blue and purple.
- Greatest Ambition: To be friends with a Famous Person.
- Biggest Regret: I am not a person who dwells on the past. I accept my mistakes and move on. Oh, who am I kidding? Biggest Regret? Marrying Ralph.
- Favorite Athlete: Beckham because (a) sexy body and (b) he's married to a Spice Girl. I'm not certain what sport he plays but he has a British accent so I think it might be grasshopper or basketball.
- Flaws: None.
* By "weekly," I mean "whenever I feel like it." By "whenever I feel like it," I mean (a) when Ralph is annoying me, (b) there's nothing good on t.v. or (c) I don't want to blog about what's happening in my life at the moment because it is too humiliating.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Dress Rehearsal
Marriage is all about pretending you like your spouse and convincing everyone that you are happy. It has nothing to do with "being true to yourself." This is especially true on Christmas morning.
I expect my husband Ralph is going to shower me with many thoughtful and expensive presents on December 25. Now, when I'm near Ralph, I usually want to vomit. But I don't want to accidentally vomit on my new Manolo Blahnik's. So, I decided I need to practice the things I will say to Ralph on Christmas morning.
(The penguins and snowmen helped me get in the Christmas morning mood).
I am working on the following script for Christmas morning:
- Oh my god, I love you so much! (I will say this while staring at my new expensive purse. Ralph will think I am saying "I love Ralph" but actually, I will be saying "I love you, Prada Purse.")
- Why don't you open the present I bought you? I think you're going to love it... what, you don't want the complete Sex and the City dvd set? Oh shoot, I bought it three months ago. I guess we have to keep it!
- Where are the rest of my presents? Oh, I guess 27 presents is enough you bastard. (I will say this last bit very, very softly - but loud enough so Ralph can hear it.)
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Santa Baby
I want presents. Lots and lots of presents. Expensive presents. Expensive and impractical presents. No vacuum cleaners, sewing machines or toaster ovens for this party girl. On Christmas morning, I expect the following items to be waiting for me under the tree:
(1) A gift certificate to Tiffany's in an amount that involves at least 3 zero's. My self-esteem would really benefit from this gift.
(2) A one week vacation at a luxury spa - ALONE. A pampered wife is a happy wife. Well, a complacent wife. Ok, a pampered wife will probably not kill you in your sleep.
(3) Shoulder pads.
(4) A new purse. I'm not too particular about this one, I'd just like something that Paris Hilton owns.
(5) A pair of Manolo Blahnik's. Nothing black. Think Sex and the City.
(6) Whatever the expensive new "it" gadget is. I don't actually know what this is BUT I WANT IT.
I reserve the right to revise or expand upon the scope of this list. Thank you for your prompt attention to this matter. Ralph - if you buy me all of these presents, I will probably hate you less.
Wendy T. Cactus
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
A Math Lesson
Monday, November 30, 2009
What the hell is this?
It's the "key" for a hotel room at the Embassy Suites. I am confused and upset. Confused because apparently Ralph tricked someone into sleeping with him, and I really can't get my mind around that concept. He is such an ugly toad and don't get me started on the halitosis. Upset because he stayed at the Embassy Suites. Am I really married to a man who conducts his extra-marital affairs at the Embassy Suites? That is so BORING. If you are going to cheat on your spouse, and you need a room, then you only have two options: (1) ridiculously expensive hotel, where you rub elbows with the likes of Bon Jovi and Cher; or (2) sketchy roadside motel where you rub elbows with prostitutes and serial killers.
But the Embassy Suites? I'm so humiliated.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
A Light Lunch
I decided it was time for some damage control today. So I had lunch at Long John Silver's.
I ordered chicken, fish, and potatoes. Lean protein + vegetable = healthy lunch.
It was amazing. For the second time this week, I lost consciousness. But once you lose consciousness, the calories don't count. If you can't taste the food, then it can't make you fat. Amen.
Friday, November 27, 2009
An Open Letter to My Husband
I know you are reading this. I don't care what your mother says, but it is an invasion of my privacy when you read this blog. Didn't anyone ever teach you about boundaries?
But, since I have your attention, I thought I would take this opportunity to share some advice. Last night, you asked me: "How can we save our marriage?" I'm sorry I laughed so hard, but I honestly thought you were joking. I thought your tears were part of the gag.
I have meditated upon your question, and I have some advice. If you want to make this marriage work, there is something you can do: shower me with presents.
Ralph, in celebration of the Christmas season, I think you should give me lots of presents. Expensive presents. Treat me like the Trophy Wife that I was born to be. Also, please try to be less ugly.
Your Wife,
Wendy
p.s. Remember to wash the dishes.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Happy Thanksgiving!
Here is the conclusion of my Gratitude List:
5. I look damn cute in hats.
4. I have a happy marriage. Well, a content marriage. Ok, fine, a faithful marriage, but only because my husband is too fat/bald/ugly to score with the ladies. I hate my marriage.
3. Sex and the City, the greatest t.v. show ever.
2. I can't remember. I was thinking something about self-esteem last night, but that can't be right.
1. Chocolate.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Gratitude, Part 3
Today, I am feeling a little better. Before I retire to the couch, I will try to think of a few more things I am grateful for:
10. Dark sunglasses, blonde wigs, and crowbars.
9. Antacids.
8. Drunk dialing.
7. My cat-like reflexes.
6. [CENSORED - THIS IS A FAMILY BLOG DAMNIT.]
Monday, November 23, 2009
Greatest Gratitude Hits, Part 2
15. Nothing. I'm drawing a blank.
14. I had a bad day.
13. I accidentally farted in front of a cute guy at Starbucks.
12. It was really loud.
11. But the coffee was pretty good, so I guess I'm grateful for that.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Giving Thanks?
It kind of makes sense that Thanksgiving is about giving thanks (think about it for a moment. If you are struggling, take a closer look at the name - Thanks + Giving. Clever, huh?) Since Thanksgiving might be about giving thanks, I'm going to keep track of the things I'm thankful for this week. A Gratitude Countdown, if you will. Wendy the Cactus's Top Twenty List of Things That She Is Grateful For. This is going to be tough.
20. Selective memory.
19. Women who are uglier/fatter than me.
18. The very strong possibility that I will someday be super famous and paid to make appearances at parties and clubs.
17. The quizzes in Cosmopolitan. They offer me so much insight and are extremely accurate.
16. Scented candles.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
My First Scarf.
I Knit My First Scarf.
But I'm not going to show it to you. It's too humiliating.
I am breaking up with knitting. Time for a new hobby. Any suggestions?
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Somewhat Frustrated.
Wendy the Knitter
Ok, enough blogging - I have to get my knit on! Someday, when I'm on Oprah, I'll have to remember to tell Oprah about the day I learned how to knit. I can already tell this is one of those life-changing moments.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Operation: Stay Married
Viable Strategies for Implementing Objective: None.
Desperate Strategies for Implementing Objective:
- Get kidnapped by a cult. Pros: Lose lots of weight because it's a vegan cult. Cons: Where do I begin?
- Coma. Pros: Lose lots of weight because I'm living off an IV. Cons: I can't go that long without a bikini wax.
- Go to Antartica to study the penguins. Pros: I like penguins. Cons: Bad cell phone reception.
- My husband gets kidnapped by a cult and when he's rescued, the shock of civilization sends him into a coma. Pros: Where do I begin? Cons: None.
It's going to be a long winter.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
My Halloween Costume.
I thought I wanted to divorce my husband as soon as possible, but I realized something as I sat in bumper-to-bumper traffic - if I divorce my husband after less than six months of marriage, everyone will assume I am a flighty, crazy woman. Damaged goods. No one wants to date damaged goods.
So, I have to stay faithful to Ralph as long as possible. My goal is to make this marriage last at least two years. 18 months. A year at least. Ok, definitely 10 or 8 or maybe 7 months.
Halloween is a slight problem. Halloween is my favorite holiday because it gives me the perfect excuse to dress up in a trashy costume, get drunk, and hook up with a stranger. But not this year! This year, I will be almost sober and chaste. If I want to be chaste, this means I should probably not wear the Slutty Nurse costume that I bought last week.
I have to wear a different costume.
A costume that says "I am lousy in bed."
A costume that says "Please do not buy me any drinks."
A costume that looks like this:
For Halloween 2010, I am dressing up as Wendell the Cactus.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Bottoms Up!
That said, let's conclude The Flatulence Chronicles. After far more suffering than I care to remember, I finally took the damn pill after breakfast this morning. I didn't want to - I hate pills (except diet pills! because they make me gorgeous!) - but I was a very brave cactus and I took my medicine.
Now, it is time to elevate this humble blog's content level and move on to more serious matters: like Halloween candy! I think after all my tribulations this week, I deserve to consume at least 4000 calories on Saturday.
Also, I think I need a hobby. Stay tuned.
I don't know.
Has anyone ever read the information on a Gas-X packaging? It's so funny, I'm almost enjoying my plight. My favorite bit: "Use for the relief of pressure, bloating, and fullness commonly referred to as gas." (If I have to explain the humor in this, you should probably not be reading my blog.)
Monday, October 26, 2009
Still Smelly and Bloated.
Relief has arrived. When I came home from work, hark - Gax-X! I started to weep (50% joy, 40% relief, 10% from shock that someone is actually reading this blog).
Then, through my tears, I saw something truly horrible: my husband. He Who Shall Not Be Named had bought me the Gas-X. This means I cannot take the Gas-X because the Unbearable Husband probably poisoned the pills. Sigh. Ever since I stopped putting out, Ralph has been bitter and cranky and plotting his revenge. I don't trust the bastard.
p.s. Who told my husband about this blog? People, come on. Is nothing sacred?
p.p.s. Husband, I still hate you and I'm not going to edit my anti-husband comments, even if they do make you feel sad and think about divorce. Divorce is the new black.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Really Bad Gas, Help Needed.
I have a problem. For the past three weeks, I have been suffering from the most paralyzing and horrific gas imaginable. I need help. I need Gas-X. But I am too embarressed to go to the drugstore and buy some. I don't want the clerk to know I have Gas. It would destroy my reputation.
I tried to buy some Gas-X this morning. I went to the drugstore and started to fill up my basket with Decoy Purchases - lip balm; candy; some new pens - in other words, a bunch of crap I don't actually need but this way, the clerk thinks that I am running errands and I am also picking up some Gas-X for my boyfriend. (I also deploy the Decoy Purchases Technique when I buy tampons).
But I couldn't do it. I bought the Decoy Purchases but there was a really cute guy in the Gas-X aisle. He was looking at the laxatives (probably for his Super Model Girlfriend). Icould not let Really Cute Guy know that I was responsible for the farts in Aisle 7. So now I am home, bloated, smelly and miserable.
I thought about buying some Gas-X online except then it will show up on my credit card history. What if I become a celebrity? What if I marry a celebrity? Gas-X is the sort of credit card purchase that could ruin my life.
Will someone buy me Gas-X as an early Christmas present? Please, have mercy.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Depressed (and Gorgeous!)
Here is a photo that was taken of me on Easter day:
And here is a photo of me that was taken about 11 minutes ago:
Look at that sexy waistline! My mother started to cry when she saw me yesterday, but I assume those were tears of joy. My sister says I look like a deflated balloon, but I think she is just a jealous bitch. I am gorgeous. G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S. I feel like I should be taking advantage of my depression weight loss and dating men who are normally out of my league. Except I promised myself that I would not cheat on my husband during the first three months of marriage. I have to give this whole "Married to an Ugly Annoying &*#$" thing a fighting chance (right?)
Saturday, July 25, 2009
My Gorgeous Kitchen Floor.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Let Me Be Frank.
I hate my husband.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Meet Ralph.
It seems ironic that my husband is named Ralph because Ralph also means "vomit" and well, I don't think I need to explain myself. (I can never remember the differences between "irony" and "coincidence" and "tragic.")
I know the lighting in this photo is not very good. Let me explain: we took the photo inside by the light of a single lamp because Ralph is extremely ugly. I cannot be seen with him in the following places: (1) public, (2) well-lit indoor spaces. I enjoy being seen with Ralph in the following places: (1) no where.
Please don't judge me too harshly. I made a terrible mistake, but I think we can all understand. When a passionate woman like myself has been dating a man for a week; and she thinks that she might eventually kind of like the guy if he stopped farting every time he laughed; and then that man proposes; well, of course the Passionate Woman has to take a chance and say "yes!"
Right?
Sunday, July 19, 2009
I Was Lonely.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
It Started With Flowers.
Yes. I, Wendy the Cactus, have become That Girl. The girl who got swept off her feet by romance and sweet whispered nothings. The girl who abandoned all reason and sense and turned her lifed into a big complicated pile of crap.
And I know, Cherished Readers, that you are as shocked as I am. I have always been the Sensible One. Did you ever think I would be so foolish as to marry a man I barely know? Of course not.
But how could I resist? This man - my husband (oh just kill me now) - sent me the most spectacular bouquet of flowers. Just look at them. I was mesmerized.
And, just to make matters more intriguing, the flowers arrived WITHOUT A NOTE. How could I help myself? I fell in love with the mysterious flower sender.
I still haven't told my mother.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Long Time No Post.
I got married.
I'm sorry, I'm too upset to write about this. Maybe more later.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Happy 4th of July!
1. I look good in red,white and blue.
2. Fireworks.
3. Beer.
4. I think the "star" is my favorite shape (but I am also partial to trapezoids and parallel lines).