I’ve been sucking at a lot of things lately, one of them is obviously updating here and when I do I rarely have much to say.

The past couple of months I’ve been dealing with a few small things but you know how those can snowball, nothing major just a few little annoying issues so no worries.
I always tend to take on everything and keep it all bottled up and I know it’s not good, I’m really trying to do better and not worry about things I cannot change.

I had a rude awakening last night when I started to feel really odd and woozy, I checked my blood and sure enough it was high and ended up shooting to 400. Those of you who know about Diabetes know this is a VERY scary number...I have no one to blame but me, I have let other things take over and have not taken care of myself, all I have been doing is taking my medicine before meals, no exercise and a shitty diet have taken it’s toll on my body.
I feel like I have failed myself, I KNOW that I no longer have the luxury to not take care of myself and indulge in a lot of things, the last time I exercised was 2 weeks ago.

Last night I thought of what damage I’m doing to my heart and kidneys not to mention my eyesight, I am so angry for getting so out of control. I kept telling myself that I have only gained back 5 lbs. so I’m not doing too badly...the scale is not the only numbers I need to be concerned with, 400 is not too far from a Diabetic coma.

There it is in black and white, I’m sorry to be a downer but I have to let this out and see it so that I can make myself accountable.
Coma, loss of eyesight, amputation of limbs, heart failure DEATH.

I am being so wasteful with my life, putting my life at risk because I can’t take the time to take care of ME.
I am so blessed, I have a family that loves and supports me, the best husband I could ever dream of and a daughter who has been the biggest joy of my life, my grandson....OMG the thought of him brings tears to my eyes because I can’t imagine not being well enough to enjoy him and see him grow up.

I will be 42 years old soon, and if I don’t change my behavior I may not see many more birthdays or have good quality of life for long, I do not want that to be what I’m about, I don’t want to be so lazy and weak that I waste my life away because I can’t stop eating crap and I’m not getting off my ass to work out.

I was doing so well a few months ago...but I lost my grip, I let other things take my focus away from living well and that needs to change today, right this minute.

My job has a lot to do with my stress, and really in the field I’m in it’s more Distress. When you deal with people’s desperation and hopelessness every day it’s hard to not take all of that home with you, it’s hard to think of ME when I see other people who are losing everything.

No more excuses, it stops here and now. I have to get my shit together and see each day as a gift and take care of myself.

I went bra shopping today, something that used to be a frustrating nightmare was so much fun this time!
I didn’t have to look for hours for the right size or one close to it, all I had to do was find the bras I liked and get my size to go try on.
It’s been almost 3 months since I’ve worn a bra and I still don’t really need one, but with some tops the headlights are too noticeable for my taste, and that of JR’s when we’re in public.
A perfect D cup! that’s me! this is all still so freaking cool!
It’s like putting on a glove, everything just fits as it should and the bra actually enhances and doesn’t pull, tug or hurt in any way.

I just had to share that, I know I’m probably making y’all sick with all the boob talk.
I’m off to settle down with a cup of tea and catch up on Real Housewives of NY, it’s not RHOC but I do enjoy Jill and Bethenny.

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Dear Smizzo & Friglet,

Lately it has come to our (our = Misty & Monica) attention that you have been a couple of slack asses when it comes to updating your blogs and keeping us in the loop regarding what is going on in your lives.  Smizzo, we will admit, you have been better than Friglet, but seriously, a step above shit… well, it still smells like shit.  We have been in this thing for too long for you two to start getting all lazy on us.  I mean we are talking YEARS now.  We have put up with followed you through all your domain changes, we have shared WAY TOO MUCH TMI type information with you two, We have flown across the U.S. to meet you.  In a nutshell, we have invested quite a bit into this relationship we have, for you two to go and f*ck it all up.

Get off your asses and post.  Friglet - you owe us some information, get on it.  I think we can make it through this rough patch if you two start pulling your weight in this friendship.  I hope we don’t have to have this discussion again, or SO HELP US.

Love,
Misty & Monica

P.S. Seriously, we are not kidding - get on the ball or the rabbit gets it!

Valentine’s Day is coming up, what is everyone doing?
What are you ladies getting the men in your life?
I’m always at a loss, JR is no help because each time I ask for suggestions he says Valentine’s is for women and not to get him anything.
He goes all out for me and I end up getting him something lame, not as lame as a compilation of love songs CD(which crossed my mind last night) but lame none the less.

That reminds of something I keep forgetting to blog about, we’ve all had those moments where we’ve been faced with an uncomfortable situation, I had a few of those when dating a guy who took the cake in cornyness...I say CORNY Misty! (she of the dirtiest mind)
Anyway, we dated for a while my Junior. year right before he went off to Army boot camp, he was 21 or so.

Before he left he “wrote” me a song and sang it to me one night at his house, in front of his family...awkward!
I still cringe. Cringing right now.
It was actually the song “Amanda” but he changed the name to mine, clever huh? OMG.

On my birthday he gave me a card which I opened outside and when I did the wind blew his gift out, the gift? a $10 bill.
I know y’all are all SO jealous!
I had no idea what to do, do I chase the bill like an idiot? do I let him go after it? what do I say???
The whole time I’m thinking he gave me cash????
Thankfully he ran and dove for it before I was able to process it all, but man that was uncomfortable for a minute.

He finally left for boot camp and the letters started coming.
I would get 3-4 a week, a couple of times...I can’t believe I’m telling y’all this...he actually smeared his sweat on the paper to show me how hard they worked him!
He would make me tapes of him singing along to songs on the radio and send me the pictures of him doing this while looking at my pictures!
I know!!!!!
Also, he would sign every letter “Rock Steady” and draw a guitar and a set of drum sticks.

I broke up with him, yes I know can you believe it?? but he did not take it well, he began writing to my mom instead and he still signed off the same way...crazy nut!

Okay, I spilled my guts now it’s your turn to share an embarrassing love story!

And don’t forget to ROCK STEADY.