So, I went to my Doctor’s appointment and went through the wonderful exam we girls love so much only to find out the Doc is deserting me and moving away, wonderful, just when I finally got used to her. This is the 2nd one in 2 years, should I take it personally or what?

Surely there is a way to make that visit more comfy right? I mean why can’t they use something other than paper to cover the table so that it doesn’t stick to your ass? “slide down, more more more...”
This time they didn’t even have a full gown, I got a paper blanket to cover up with and only a little vest for the top.
Is there any way possible to make this more uncomfortable?? oh yes, let’s come in with a parade of people!
My Doc came in with the nurse and 2 new assistants they are training, and there I lay trying to keep a smile on my face with my legs up in the air and a HUGE paper wedgie, while the women comment on my toe polish and the Doc bellows “RELAX”.

I also met with my PCP to check my blood pressure and see how the meds are working, so we’re chit chatting and I happen to mention that I’m not sleeping well and that just yesterday I was so weepy and loopy that I cried most of the morning...and bang! We both look at each other and realize that she changed my anti-depressant 2 months ago, obviously that is not working for me so she adjusted the dose and hopefully that will do the trick, I don’t know why I didn’t think of that myself.

She signed off on my forms so I can go to the gym, I have no restrictions so I can meet with the trainer next week and sign up for some fun classes.
Monday I’m starting Couch To 5K so I can start getting ready for the 2 walks I have in September and the Shamrock in March.
I’m excited and really looking forward to the workouts, I never thought I’d say that...cool!

When you go the the ladies room at the GYN and J-Lo stares back at you, it’s a little much!



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I have the dreaded yearly appointment with the Dr. today, I canceled at the last minute last week because I just wasn’t up to it but I am forcing myself to go today, and at least I get to leave work early and maybe do some shopping afterward, I need a little something to look forward to after going through that hell.

It’s never as bad as I think it’s going to be, but still it’s just so icky.

4 cups of coffee in the last 2 hours and I’m still not fully awake. I need to talk to the Doc about my lack of sleep and the fact that I can never get enough, 12 hours is still not enough for me,something is up.

We had a huge storm last night and the tornado sirens went off for hours waking everyone except for me, I slept through the whole thing somehow, it’s a good thing we didn’t get hit or I would have woken up blocks from my house on a tree or something.

I’m kind VERY of sick of myself these days, I honestly feel like I can’t stand myself...so I’m sure I’m just a joy to live with. My husband is a saint.
I need to do something...make some changes...something. I just don’t know what it is and I hate feeling like every day is the same and blah blah blah.
Honestly my attitude sucks ass right now, I’m just a short step away from going Emo...kidding!

Aren’t you glad you came here to read this crap?? sorry.

I am the worst blogger.
My life just seems so boring lately but I guess it’s better than having drama going on.

One thing that has been on my mind is my dad, he’s in good health and all of that but he has a birthday coming up and it just seems impossible to me that he is that particular number.
Dad always seemed larger than life to me, my protector from anything or anyone and the one person I can always count on, until I met JR my dad was the only person who could make me feel completely safe.
Having lost one parent already makes me feel even more vulnerable because I know IT can happen, does that make sense? the unthinkable happened already when I lost my mom, so I know, I really know about loss of that magnitude.
My dad has always been physically fit and strong but I see the changes time is making and it scares me, for the first time he seems...I don’t know how to describe it...frail maybe?

I love, respect and admire my dad so much, I wish everyone could have a father like him. I wish I could freeze time and never have to face life without him.

Sorry to be such a “downer” but I needed to get this off my chest.

A while back I wrote about our next door neighbors, they are much older than us and at first seemed like sweet people.

We soon found out that the husband “Bill” is a huge gossip hound and busybody who is in everybody’s business, he was a nice enough guy but seriously we don’t need to spend 30 minutes hearing about people 2 streets down from us and their problems, he bugs me.

Well a couple of months ago he stopped by to give JR an invite to a neighborhood men’s bible study he was starting, he also gave JR a tract and left.
The next day he came by and JR wasn’t home and when I told him that he said he’d come to invite us to his church, he said he’d noticed we were at home the previous Sunday when he left for church.
O.K buddy, first of all we HAVE a church that we attend and we love it, we go to the late service because I am LAZY and like to sleep in, I rather leisurely get up and get ready and be happy going to church than go early and bitch about it for an hour until my coffee kicks in.
Secondly, it’s none of your damn business what we do and where or when!
I very kindly told him that we are members of such and such church and we attend the LATE services...he looked like I had just told him I had a baby with Lucifer himself.
When he saw JR drive up he went outside to meet him...he asked JR to return the tract he’d given him, uhhhh WTH???
JR came in and asked if I’d seen it and I said no, we looked for it and decided we most likely threw it away.
O.K so that was probably not nice of us right? it’s not we did it in a mean spirited way just to be ugly, but Bill took it VERY personally apparently.
So now we are heathens in his eyes, and he has been rude since that day, he doesn’t speak to us at all which whatever, but Friday Bebe and I were sitting on the tailgate of my car waiting for JR to get home and the baby kept waving at him and saying “Hi” and the fucker did not even acknowledge him! That’s really crappy!
Who does that? he’s a baby! he can feel however he wants about us and we are OK with that, but don’t take it out on an innocent baby you big jerk!

It’s not like he’s the epitome of goodness and kindness, he’s a gossip! he walks the neighborhood talking to people and winning their trust until they confide in him, then he spreads their private business all over, he claims he is doing that so he can pray for them...yeah right, I am not buying his line of bullshit!
He needs to mind his own business and quit trying to dig up dirt on everyone.
He makes me sick, seriously. I’m so over his crap...freaking nosy Scooby Douche!

Friday night was great, I met my High School best friend Jules for dinner and shopping.
We had not seen each other in about 13 years, in that time she’s had 2 children and I have a different husband, time is a trippy thing.
Even though we’ve only written emails or spoken on the phone as soon as we saw each other it was “hey you!” and we walked into the restaurant like we’d seen each other the day before.

We wet to Red Robin where I found a very healthy and delicious chicken salad and drooled over the burgers and desserts everyone around us was having.
Fueled by a good dinner we went shopping, we started off at Charming Charlie which is my current happy place and then we stopped at several more stores until everything closed.
Good times.

Saturday we had both grandbabies with us and enjoyed a cooler day that we’ve had in weeks. That night we founds ourselves alone and decided to just chill at home.
JR grilled steaks and made baked potatoes and I steamed some veggies, perfect.

Today we’re taking it easy again, I cleaned the house while he took the babies back to their parents yesterday so all we have to do is a little laundry.
I have a meeting at church this afternoon and if I’m lucky JR will have grilled some chicken for tonight’s dinner. I sure do love having a man that loves to grill and is good at it..."manly man make fire,,,cook meat...feed woman” Heh.