Work is for Chumps...guess what I am?

For ten years now I have worked for the same company. In that amount of time I have called in sick, maybe three times, taken one vacation (1 week), worked countless hours of overtime, and went out of town for work sometimes for month's at a time.
I am not especially fond of work, or the sacrifices that one endures because of it, and I have decided at the grand old age of 34 that I am not a fan of it.
Now for those who've had a chance or an idea, to create, invent, or invest in something and have not, boo to you. Work sucks. Working for someone sucks more. I wish I would of had the brains and the guts to start a business of
of my own. Poor me
guess I had a bad day at work, I will get over it.

I'm not pregnant, but my WIFE IS!

So let's think about this for a minute...wifey,(full blooded, red headed, German) 9 months pregnant, 4 other kids, and me. I put all that in there for one reason only. I just want my OLD wife back. The one whose back, feet, neck, legs and bladder does not constantly interfere with your so-called everyday activity. Now, I know what your thinking, "What a selfish husband thinking of only himself!" . But NO, ok yes a little bit, well that is who I am. Don't like it? Well huh, it is the way it is. By the way, I love my wife and I guess I am writing this because we are near the end of this pregnancy and I hate this part. The pain my wife has to endure, the no sleep for weeks (months?) (for my wife, not as much me), and the tough adjustment for my four children to the new angel of our household. That's all. I hate typing. But, it HAD to be said.

I hate shopping

I took my eldest daughter shopping to super wal-mart today. Now just so you know I do not shop ever. I have not shopped (other than for tools or beer) in 12 years. I don't like shopping. I hate spending money on stupid stuff (food,clothes, soap etc). So basically this is torture to me but it had to be done.
the first thing I encounter is this women trying to park, not moving, blocking a lane, waiting for someone to load her car. Sorry but truly aggravating. I park 2 spots away from this lady and enter the store about the same time she pulls into the space.(lazy people suck). Now, I'm in a Wal-Mart super store that I've never been to in my life and I'm trying to find a certain department. So where are the maps???? I ask a lady, "Where is the ___ area?" and she goes, "I'm sorry, I work in THIS department and I'm not quite sure what you're asking me. Now, I'm not asking directions to the Science Museum or the Metrodome, and I understand that this is a big building, but...Come ON, you work here lady! Luckily my eleven year old was with me and had actually shopped in this store before and knew even better where to find things than an employee of said store. Thank God we're done with that shopping trip. Now I don't have to go shopping for another 10 years or so.