Please welcome back our very special guest contributor: Red Pill Princess.
Hai everybody! After a long hiatus, I’m back to enlighten the manosphere with my pearls of feminine wisdom! ;) Admit it: you missed me! Well, I missed you too. All these manly men around… it’s enough to make a girl blush!
I imagine you’re all wondering what happened since my last post on Matt’s blog. Well, my wonderful hubby and I had to move out of Minnesota due to his new job: he’s now a “sanitation technician.” As much as he enjoyed working out in the North Dakota oil field, the long hours and time away from me were really straining our relationship. So we’ve relocated to the wonderful metropolis of Buffalo, New York!
Here’s a picture of our upper-middle class neighborhood! Aren’t you jealous? Why just the other day, I spotted an African-American gentleman dressed in rags rifling through my neighbor’s garbage! I was about to go out to offer him a piece of apple pie when the Admiral stopped me. “He’s probably carrying lice,” he said. My good deed for the day thwarted! :(
Anyway, life is great in Buffalo! When we first came into town, we ate dinner at the world famous Mighty Taco on West Chippewa! I had a 3 Cheese Burrito while hubby had the Super Mighty! So tasty! :D Unfortunately, the Admiral’s supper led to some nasty Dutch ovens later that night. Between this and the saltiness of his breath lately (he claims it’s due to stress from his job), I was about to make him sleep on the couch. Then I remembered that Red Pill Women™ don’t order their hubbies around, so I decided to shut up and take it like a girl. I love my life! :)
We’ve also had some difficulties adjusting to the Admiral’s new work schedule. He goes to work at ten at night and doesn’t come home until six, hours when I’m fast asleep. I was gonna surprise him on Steak and BJ Day with a steak and BJ, but I forgot to set my alarm and didn’t get up in time to cook. :( Hubby said it was okay, but I still felt guilty, so I let him… um… I told him that I was up for some “Greek” that night, if you know what I mean. :} All you ladies who haven’t tried it should! All that thru… I mean, movement is good for curing constipation!
Oh, and I also forgot to tell you that I’m pregnant again! We’d been trying all year for another baby, but after the Admiral started taking ice-cold showers to increase his sperm count, we got lucky a couple months ago! And even better, the doctor said that it’s a boy! Raising my little man and my two-year old daughter is gonna be tough, but I know I can do it! :D
Anyway, now that we’re all comfortably ensconced in western New York, I’m hoping to start a Red Pill Woman™ blog of my very own! There’s only so many times a girl can dust the coffee table and vacuum the living room before she gets bored, y’know? ;) I really admire all the traditional feminine bloggers who manage to write multiple blog posts a day while taking care of five kids and keeping the house clean. My only problem is I just can’t find a good name for the blog! :( My hubby recommended Bored in Buffalo, but I think he was joking! :P
Aside from that, I have a plan to make the perfect Red Pill Woman™ blog! Matt was kind enough to pay me… I mean us a visit over the weekend, and he gave me all kinds of ideas! While I was cooking him a delicious steak with sauteed mushrooms (the Admiral was at work), he told me I should write a cookbook! :D In fact, I think I’m going to call it The Red Pill Woman’s Cookbook! Don’t any of you girls steal that, ’cause it’s my idea!
By the way, if any of you ladies have the opportunity to hang out with Matt, you need to do so! He has such a way with… words! ;) It almost makes me sad that he’s out of the country, because I wish I could talk to him every weekend! It gets so lonely when the Admiral is at work and the only company I have is the gunshots on the next street over… :(
Anyway, I’m sure I’ve taken up enough of your time, guys! When I launch my new Red Pill Woman™ blog, I’ll be sure to let y’all know! Remember to stop by and say hi! :)
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