April showers bring may flowers...
Well here's the latest update on me.
I've got a lot on my mind lately.
Numero Uno? My move to Michigan.
I've already got most of the steps in motion. I'm getting Kevin mentally prepared for the TEMPORARY separation, I've secured my position with Alltel in Michigan, I've reserved my plane ticket for the apartment hunting visit, and I've even started packing. The only thing I haven't even touched is college. I haven't sent for applications, I haven't even looked up the website to find enrollment dates. I guess that's a whole other stress bucket that I'm just not quite ready to plunge my head into quite yet.
Number two on my stress list: My family.
This actually has three major parts. My sister, my mother, and my step dad's job/location. It's in that order because that's the chronological order that they are happening. My sister is in danger of not graduating, not enlisting in the army, and not having a place of residence. My mother is normally stress itself, but because she's in an extremely high risk pregnancy, she's in danger of dying if her stress level gets high enough. And for those who know my mom, I'm not sure she knows how to be calm... in any situation. (A trait that luckily, I missed out on) My Step Dad? He was the VP of a revolutionary security company... I say was because his company is just a breath away from going under. Luckily he's quite talented in sales and other areas, so I'm not as worried about him... though in lu of his employment status, my mother's condition and my sisters residence are in danger... (don't you just love how it all ties together in the end?)
Number Three on my stress list: My F-ING CAR!!!
Yes, my brand spanking new car is acting up. After three visits to the lovely wannabe car doctors at Pep Boys, it actually seems to be getting worse. First it started shaking a little bit, which is usually a sign that you need to get an alignment and rotate the tires. Well, I took it to Pep Boys... they did it... and I forked over damn near $200 for everything... Well, 30 seconds later, my car felt like it was fishtailing everytime I went over a bump in the road. I was PISSED!! Unfortunately I couldn't go right back. Three days later, we took it back in... they said we needed new tires. Okay okay... it's possible. So we take it to a tire place, and buy two new tires to replace the bad ones. 30 seconds later? Not only is the fishtailing still there, but now the shake is back... only both are WORSE. So I'm REALLY PISSED! I take it back yesterday to bitch everyone out because I'm damn near $400 poorer with a car that runs WORSE than when I brought it in... The guy was nice, told me he wasn't able to get me in to get it looked at, but would take a ride with me so i could show him. He was kinda shocked... apparently my whole back in needs fixing!!!!! My shocks or struts or whatever is bad, and the tires might be bad... I give him my number to call me when he gets a spare moment so that I knew what to do today... I informed him that I was off today (monday) and could bring it in... No phone call, no fixed car... still $400 poorer!!!!!!!!
Number Four: Sex life.
Everytime i get on fucking birth control I completely lose my sex drive. This kind I'm on now is a little stronger than my last and it's even worse!!! I try to "get it up" so to speak, but I just don't feel it... EVER! Not even by myself!!! it's really frustrating me, because as you can see, with all this crap going on in my life, I need a little release!!! Kevin tries so hard to please me, and does as good a job as anyone. I mean, i still CAN get off, but only after hard work. I just can't get turned on. It's really getting old. I was supposed to call my doctor today, but I just didn't. I spent the day relaxing with Kevin... Had sex three times!
Got off once.
Wasn't turned on AT ALL!!!
And normally, kevin turns me on with one kiss!!!! He even gave me a back rub, head, a foot rub, etc etc etc!!! Nothing worked!
Number Five: (not that this will ever delete itself off my stress list) I'm FAT!!!!!
YEP, STILL FUCKING FAT. STILL FEEDING MY FACE THREE TO FOUR TIMES A DAY WITH WHATEVER. STILL SMOKING TOO!!
Oh yeah, I quit smoking for damn near 3 months... kevin comes home one day with cigs... BAM!! I'm back to smoking.
Fuckin' peer pressure... it's a bitch.
I've got a lot on my mind lately.
Numero Uno? My move to Michigan.
I've already got most of the steps in motion. I'm getting Kevin mentally prepared for the TEMPORARY separation, I've secured my position with Alltel in Michigan, I've reserved my plane ticket for the apartment hunting visit, and I've even started packing. The only thing I haven't even touched is college. I haven't sent for applications, I haven't even looked up the website to find enrollment dates. I guess that's a whole other stress bucket that I'm just not quite ready to plunge my head into quite yet.
Number two on my stress list: My family.
This actually has three major parts. My sister, my mother, and my step dad's job/location. It's in that order because that's the chronological order that they are happening. My sister is in danger of not graduating, not enlisting in the army, and not having a place of residence. My mother is normally stress itself, but because she's in an extremely high risk pregnancy, she's in danger of dying if her stress level gets high enough. And for those who know my mom, I'm not sure she knows how to be calm... in any situation. (A trait that luckily, I missed out on) My Step Dad? He was the VP of a revolutionary security company... I say was because his company is just a breath away from going under. Luckily he's quite talented in sales and other areas, so I'm not as worried about him... though in lu of his employment status, my mother's condition and my sisters residence are in danger... (don't you just love how it all ties together in the end?)
Number Three on my stress list: My F-ING CAR!!!
Yes, my brand spanking new car is acting up. After three visits to the lovely wannabe car doctors at Pep Boys, it actually seems to be getting worse. First it started shaking a little bit, which is usually a sign that you need to get an alignment and rotate the tires. Well, I took it to Pep Boys... they did it... and I forked over damn near $200 for everything... Well, 30 seconds later, my car felt like it was fishtailing everytime I went over a bump in the road. I was PISSED!! Unfortunately I couldn't go right back. Three days later, we took it back in... they said we needed new tires. Okay okay... it's possible. So we take it to a tire place, and buy two new tires to replace the bad ones. 30 seconds later? Not only is the fishtailing still there, but now the shake is back... only both are WORSE. So I'm REALLY PISSED! I take it back yesterday to bitch everyone out because I'm damn near $400 poorer with a car that runs WORSE than when I brought it in... The guy was nice, told me he wasn't able to get me in to get it looked at, but would take a ride with me so i could show him. He was kinda shocked... apparently my whole back in needs fixing!!!!! My shocks or struts or whatever is bad, and the tires might be bad... I give him my number to call me when he gets a spare moment so that I knew what to do today... I informed him that I was off today (monday) and could bring it in... No phone call, no fixed car... still $400 poorer!!!!!!!!
Number Four: Sex life.
Everytime i get on fucking birth control I completely lose my sex drive. This kind I'm on now is a little stronger than my last and it's even worse!!! I try to "get it up" so to speak, but I just don't feel it... EVER! Not even by myself!!! it's really frustrating me, because as you can see, with all this crap going on in my life, I need a little release!!! Kevin tries so hard to please me, and does as good a job as anyone. I mean, i still CAN get off, but only after hard work. I just can't get turned on. It's really getting old. I was supposed to call my doctor today, but I just didn't. I spent the day relaxing with Kevin... Had sex three times!
Got off once.
Wasn't turned on AT ALL!!!
And normally, kevin turns me on with one kiss!!!! He even gave me a back rub, head, a foot rub, etc etc etc!!! Nothing worked!
Number Five: (not that this will ever delete itself off my stress list) I'm FAT!!!!!
YEP, STILL FUCKING FAT. STILL FEEDING MY FACE THREE TO FOUR TIMES A DAY WITH WHATEVER. STILL SMOKING TOO!!
Oh yeah, I quit smoking for damn near 3 months... kevin comes home one day with cigs... BAM!! I'm back to smoking.
Fuckin' peer pressure... it's a bitch.