What a Headache

Lately I haven't had much of an appetite. Actually, that's not necessarily true, I have an appetite but nothing ever sounds good to eat. Things have been so crazy that we've taken to eating out for every meal and we're both so tired of all the options.

This has been going on for about a month now, and you'd think that a side benefit would be that I might lose just a little weight simply by default. Instead, my favorite pair of pants is now tight around the waist. (They were my favorite because they were loose around the waist and fit perfect everywhere else.) So WTF?

Then I did some math, and I discovered that I drink 6 Mt. Dew's at work every day, then I go home and have a couple Coke/Pepsi's. Add up the calories and I'm drinking a full days recommended calories without ever putting a bite of food in my mouth.

So Friday I told my boss not to buy any more Mt. Dew (he supplies all kinds of pop and snacks) and that I was going to start drinking tea at work. Monday I did pretty good. There was one Mt. Dew left when I got to work, so of course I drank that, then I had a soda with lunch and one with dinner. What? You didn't expect me to quit all at once, did you?

Tuesday I went the whole day with a single soda! I was pretty proud of myself.

Wednesday I woke up with a headache that hasn't gone away since! I've been drinking lots of tea (and spending lots of time in the restroom!), so I didn't really think I'd have a problem with a caffine headache. Turns out I was wrong. So I drank a couple soda's yesterday and had one this morning. My goal is to only have the one today but we'll see.

In other news, Chris is braving flash floods to do some fishing. I think 3/4 of Oklahoma is flooded right now and he HAS to go fishing. He'll be back Friday evening and then he has a surprise for me on Saturday. (I really hate waiting for surprises). I'm to pack a bathing suit and casual, lounging around clothes and we're going someplace private. I've been wanting to go swimming, but considering there's about a gazillion to one chance it's going to rain, I didn't think we'd go this weekend. The awesome thing is that we have the van for camping - no more setting up tents in the dark (why is it almost always dark when we arrive somewhere?)!

In the meantime, I'm having my hair cut this evening. Shoulder length. Chris isn't going to like it much but I'm so sick of it being long. And it doesn't even look good - split ends, frizzy, etc. I keep imagining running my fingers thru my hair without catching a thousand tangles.....

How Contrary am I?

I've been complaining because I don't have any girlfriends. Well, I've got Sandie but she's really my aunt, and we don't hang out that much. She's got Britt, and I've got work and school and parents and looking for a house and....

Then there's Jamie, also my aunt, but she's a couple hours away, and we are both involved in school.

Then there's Steph, my best friend from high school, who happens to be in Iceland now, and has 3 kids.

Chris has a couple of friends who are married, but I don't have anything in common with the wives - kids and garage sale-ing, just not my thing.

So we get invited to go to his step-brother's house this weekend for steaks and drinks. I've only met his wife a couple times over Christmas last year, but we got along okay. And I complain because I have to go make nice, small-talk, and all that. I had to stop myself and think "I've been missing girlfriend companionship, this could be a good thing" to pysch myself up to go.

We had a great time and I didn't catch myself watching the clock to see if we'd been there long enough to gracefully leave! I don't think that we're going to be new best friends or anything, but it was nice.

Sandie tagged me

For the (Insert Number Here) Odd/Unusual/Strange Things about me meme and asked for a specific story. I think she really meant 6 embarrassing things. I've been wracking my brain, and the sad, sad truth is that I appear to be pretty normal.

1. I was an exhibitionist. While Sandie is my aunt, she’s only 8 years older than I am, and we’ve always been close. Well, at least since after I quit “borrowing” her good high heel shoes to go walking down the gravel road in (I was around 8-10 or so)! One day, Sandie was visiting me at my apartment and we decided that we needed something from the convenience store down the street. It was the closest store to my place, and I was in there all the time and “knew” all the people in there to talk to. This time, when I got to the counter with my stuff, the guy pretty much just stared at my chest. Now, I ended up with most of the boobs in the family, and having them stared at isn’t unusual, but it was in this situation. I mean, dude had never stared before. So I get back out to the car and tell Sandie what had happened and she starts pointing and laughing.* I look down and there happens to be a hole in the flannel shirt that I’m wearing (without a bra) and my nipple is sticking straight out! I never went back to that store again.

Sandie very kindly told that same story to my husband, and both of them persist in bringing it up periodically just to see me blush!

*She didn't literally point and laugh, but the thought was there.

2. I found a dead body. This one isn’t funny, but I swear it’s true. S (not Sandie) and I and various other people used to go downtown and hop on trains. They’d slow down to go thru town, and we’d jump on the last car, ride it until it slowed down again, hop off and catch one going the other direction. Sometimes there wouldn’t be another train and we’d have to walk back. Early in the morning one November 1st (that date is important), we decided that we were going to go hop a train. This time was me and S, her brother, and the guy I was dating at the time. We perched under an overpass and smoked a couple of joints while waiting for a train to come by, and when one didn’t show, we decided to walk along the tracks for awhile. While walking the tracks, we always put anything we found beside the tracks on the rail, so that when a train went by it would cut it in half. (Never anything big that would derail the train or anything – tennis shoes, sticks, a penny to see if it would get flattened, etc. Don’t ask me why, but there are always tennis shoes next to train tracks.) S reached down to pick up a tennis shoe and there was part of a leg in the shoe – from the knee down. We walked a little further and found the rest of the body lying next to the tracks. S’s brother completely freaked out, jumping up and down flapping his arms. My boyfriend took off running back to the car, and S and I stood there going “This can’t be real. Someone stuck a dummy on the tracks as a Halloween prank. This can’t be real.” We headed back to the car ourselves, and as I was climbing in the backseat, S’s brother shut the car door on my leg, so I screamed “Oh my God, my leg!” and he totally freaked out again.

Turned out, the body was a homeless man who had tried to hop on the train while drunk, missed, and was dragged to death.

That was the last time I remember hopping a train.


My stories are pretty long, and I can't think of any more right now, so if I come up with anything else, I'll continue this later.

A Little Blah

So, I've been a little down lately. You know: house floods with sewer water, asshole landlord that forces you to sue her because she won't take care of her house, moving in with your mother, finding a house that you really really like and not getting it, living with your mother, not having a house, living with your mother.....

There seems to be a theme up there! I think Mom is actually kind of enjoying it though. Payback from when she lived with us! I actually feel pretty bad about it because she stays in her room 90% of the time, and I feel like she's hiding from us. Or it could be that she just likes to hang out in her room. Who knows. Still makes me feel bad.

Poor Chris though. I guess I'm going thru a bout of depression, and my PMS episodes seem to be getting worse every time. This month he got depression AND a bad PMS. Yesterday I was in tears most of the day, but today I actually feel pretty good.

I've decided that the next time I go to the doctor, I'm going to ask them to do the fertility blood test, and then I'd like to get on some anti-depressants again. I haven't taken any since before I moved down here, so going on 10 years now. Chris has always been very adamant that he doesn't want me to take anti-depressants, and he actually says he loves me just the way I am - Moodiness and Bitchiness and all! I need some of whatever drug he's been on!!

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So, I finally switched to the new blogger deal 3-4 posts ago, but I haven't taken the time to really check it out yet. One thing I do like is that I can actually type my post in Blogger instead of doing it in Word and then copying it. Other than that and the labels option, I haven't noticed any real difference so far. How does everyone else like it? (Am I behind the times or what?)

Frustration

We made another offer on a different house. We were declined again. Houses in our price range are selling in 3-6 days for full asking price, and buyers are paying closing costs.

Current score: 0/2

Frustration Level: 15

Number of houses left to look at: 0


We're not doing too well on this house hunting thing.

House Hunting

To the newsperson who said that it's a buyers market...NOT! At least not in Oklahoma.

We actually made an offer on a house on Saturday, it was declined. The people sold it for their asking price and refused to pay any closing costs or repairs.

We've been through all of our listings, so now we're looking at the For Sale by Owners and waiting for more listings. I've noticed that the FSBO's are very proud of their homes and any little thing they've done to their house. VERY proud.

Kyra

Doug's granddaughter, Madison (that always messes with me cuz I think our Madison), tested positive for MENS type 1. I haven't heard the status of the tumor on her pituitary gland, but last I heard medication was helping, so hopefully she's doing okay.

This doesn't mean that Kyra is going to have the disease, but it does mean that they are going to test her for it. Lesley says that even if she does have it, they have preventative measures that they can take and that knowing about it this early would be a good thing. I really hope that she doesn't have it, but even if she doesn't, it's a genetic disease, she could pass it on to her own children so this will be an ongoing concern.

Keep them all in your prayers.

Nutshell

Vacation was great, school's started, we're going to sue our old landlord, and we're house hunting - my life in a nutshell. Much excitement and little time. More info later.