My Latest Rants

Ok so first off, I'm going to laugh, LOL... I used to blog like every day, and now I'm good if I get it in once a week or at least once every other week. Just seems like I would rather spend time with my husband than type on the computer. You just never know when the Navy is going to take him away again. And really... these days, you just never know. I am going to try and work it back into my schedule... seems like my life was a lot SANER when I blogged. Like my bff Meg said, 'This is your public diary!' Well, lol, yes it is. Ok, first rant... NOAH. Omg, people wonder why I never dress this kid. Hello?! If I could keep clothes on him I would. He is a 2 year old streaker. I wake up every morning and he is naked, we go out in public and he starts taking off his clothes. What's even worse is every morning, he poops, takes off his diaper, puts it in the diaper pale, and then runs around. He doesn't wipe the poop on anything, but the remaining that he didn't get off his butt does get on the carpet, his bed... whatever he happened to lay on.

Next rant, of course my family. My mother still hasn't called. I'm still angry with all of them for blaming this whole thing on me. To recap: something pretty bad happened to my brother born from my mom, they asked for my brother born from my dad's number, I said no, yada yada, they blamed the thing that happened to my brother from my mother on me. Oh and now they aren't talking to me. I know I was right, Dad's son wasn't involved in this thing, had nothing to do with it. And I wasn't about to get him involved. I feel like I constantly have to justify my actions with them. One day they will see that I was right. Oh and when I say they, I mean my mom and her mom, my grandmother, oh and my evil sister who I never really liked in the first place. 

Next rant, my neurologist. I told him I have a migraine. Not a typical migraine. This thing has gone on for about a month now. And it hurts like something fierce. Today it isn't so bad, but I have my good days and my bad days. And it has been moving around to different areas of my head. Like I think it started in the front so I thought it was just sinus so I let it go for a while. Then it moved to the back, so I thought it was stress, kind of like a tension migraine, so again I let it go. Now, it's the whole right side of my brain. It starts in the back and just throbs and pulsates all the way up to my eye ball. So what does my neuro say? Talk to my PCP. What does my PCP say? Talk to my neuro. I'm getting no where with these people and I'm still in pain.

Final rant, I'm getting tired of being negative. So when we moved up here I had a feeling William was going to be leaving. As you have probably read by now, we never spend a whole lot of time together. So once we got into our groove, I found my way of coping with everything, Double Stuffed Oreos. I think during the last 8 months, I have eaten probably 10 packages. Some of them I didn't eat alone, he helped me when he was home, and even Noah helped me when he was gone. I'm making excuses. And the Oreos aren't the only things to blame here. The Oreos weren't shoving themselves into my mouth. The point is, I have gained 20 pounds and now I'm not happy. My whole life, well except for the last 2 years of SD and my's relationship, I have been a really petite person. Now all of a sudden... WHAM!! I knew this was going to happen, I expected it actually. I told William that I was feeling depressed and the last time I felt this way I was with SD and that's when I weighed my highest. That's also when my grandmother picked on me the most. Common things she would say: 'You would be so pretty if you would just lose 30 pounds.', 'You used to be so skinny, what happened?'. I hated that part of my life, having her say those things killed me. So to be right back where I was and to hear they are taking an ALASKAN CRUISE this summer with the possibility of dropping by... I want my Oreos right now. I can do this, I can lose 20 pounds and be happy again. William wants to start working out and he says this will be something we can do together.

Ok, I will end on a positive. William and I have decided to get Noah a dog. She is a tan and white Beagle, as of right now she is a little over a month old. I decided to name her Isabella aka Bella. We are going to pick her up probably May 8. We are super excited, and think Noah will be too. He didn't know quite what to do when we were there playing with her. I'm excited, I love Beagles, and I love dogs, so I can't wait to have her home. ♥