Quotes from the fam

"I was just informed that the Hulk could beat all the world if he just got a big metal sword." ~Zac

"The only way we can refrain from crying is crocheting headbands." ~Zac

"I was just chastised for not being cuddly. He said 'I kept leaning against you and that's good news!'" ~Zac

"..and that was my first encounter with a lifeguard.." ~Kendra

"You can't play horseshoes with a crutch!" ~my mom

"Antelope! I knew they existed!" ~John

"Dad's flipping the U-ies!" ~John

"Rumble bars, let's bring it on!" ~Chris

"At least I fart 30 times a day." ~Chris

"Well, that does help my comfort problem." ~Chris

"Don't act drunk in a museum." ~Me

Nothing's right, I'm torn

Okay, so I don't want to hog the remote, but I don't want to have to watch anything other than Spongebob. That's just the way it is. Do I really want to watch a movie? Nope. But he's the one making supper, so I suppose I'll just deal.

I mean, I don't want to make supper.

I need to go to the gym tomorrow.

Obsess much?

So my obsession with cutting myself is gone (for now), and it's moved on to The Ultimate Super Extreme Organized To Do List System.  Counting the protector sheets I'm estimating it to be around 800 pages when I'm done. I would love to be normal. If only for a day.

I need to redye Chris's hair.

Both of my kids passed to get new belts in karate yesterday. I think we'll skip the 2nd day of testing since they already made it through.

I should get out invites to Chris's birthday party soon.

Short and sweet today.

You are dismissed.

$6.00 Jesus

It's no secret. I went back to the looney bin for a couple of weeks. I hadn't been there in a year and a half. I really met some interesting people, and a couple new friends this time. I'd tell you about them all, but I know I don't want anyone writing about ME on here, so just know that they were a whole range of different.

Someone asked for me to post a picture of my arms and legs, but uh no thanks.

My brain is on overdrive, and I feel very weird.

But, while on a random visit to GI, Zac bought me a cheap little necklace, and since I've had it on I just feel safer. Plus I've got my engagement ring, and mother's ring on my hands.. and when I told him it was all comforting in some weird way he picked out toe rings and ankle bracelets for me. He has plans to get earrings as well, but we're way out of money.

Only because he hasn't seen any of the unemployment money he is supposed to get while college is out of session. And well, I keep spending all my money.

We've had to use our honeymoon fund to pay bills this month. Booo.

Chris needs an "off" button. He does not stop talking. He makes me laugh a lot though.

Some peace would be nice though, for reals. Totally for reals.

The kids are out of school, so I'm happy to not have to get up at 5:45am for awhile. I do, however, have to get up at 7am, 9am, and 11am if Chris isn't up yet to take my meds.. followed by the next set at 2pm, 5pm and 8pm.. yeah, I have to take a handful of pills 6 times a day.

SIX times a day.

Did you know they don't seem to make pill holders that are 6-times-a-day friendly?

I had to buy a bigger purse.

I'm totally ready for bed now. I had coke today. And donuts. And for sure if you're trying to lose weight, coke and donuts is always the way to go!

Um my son just crawled on the arm of the recliner, and rested his hand on my boob. Um. I removed it, but didn't say anything.. made him get up and push play on the dvd player.. and he crawled back up here and rested his head on my boob. And then announced that his head was on my boob. Sometimes he's a weirdo. And a tad creepy.

We found a picture of Jesus at the goodwill store while we were looking for books for my psychiatric fiasco, and we just decided to get it. Chris hung it up on the screw by the door.  It was $6.00.. and says so in permanent marker on the corner above his head. (We haven't bothered to try to get it off yet) (I feel kinda dirty talking about "getting it off" when talking about The Son Of God.) So anyway, we left Brenna home in charge of Chris the other day, and before I shut the door I told her to make sure she was good because "six dollar Jesus" is watching her.

I'm not religious, so I give myself permission to giggle about it.

And the magic number is...

4793mg/day
That's a bit more than I thought.

Well, if you read this on facebook, then obviously you already know... but I went to walmart yesterday and checked out with Rogaine, Gas X and Red Hots. I found it amusing.

I'm so ready to go back to bed.

Med Bump.

I wonder how many thousands of milligrams of medication I take now. One went up 200 mg yesterday, or monday.. or last week.. it all runs together. But if it gets rid of the floating head and imaginary bunny (or bunchilla as Zac calls it) then it's all good. I'm fairly certain I just have to wait for it to run it's course, but at least taking more medicine makes me feel like I'm productively working to get rid of them. Right.

So Saturday was karate graduation. Brenna's now a yellow belt, and Chris is a Dragon Orange belt. And I'm $75 poorer. But very, very proud.

Driving is still really hard for me. Panic attacks are so annoying.

This is the first summer in over a decade that I won't have any ball games to go to. I hate sitting out in the hot bugginess, but it's still weird. I do like watching my kids do stuff.  Karate and violin will have to do it for this summer though.

This morning is lasting forever! I should be sewing Zac's work pants. Or laundry. Or folding clothes. Or going through the sacks that have magically appeared on the couch.

I accidentally bought a new vacuum last night. I didn't need one. I swear it was some sort of OCD thing. I haven't opened it, but it looks pretty awesome. It almost makes me want to vacuum.  Almost.

I've watched about 5 episodes of Spongebob this morning so far.

We're sucking at saving for our Honeymoon. Mostly my fault.

But I'll be good. Starting now.

Speaking of being good.. My A1C number went down almost 2 points, and I'm very happy with it.  Just a little farther to go.  And a million pounds to lose.

And then a skin removal, and boob job .. hehe..

OCD of the food variety.

I can not stop eating Papa John's pizza. I've had probably 25 pieces in the last week. I hate OCD. It makes me crave and have insane hang ups on random things. It's not helping me lose weight.. that's for sure. I'd like to pretend I'm stronger than it, but I really don't seem to be. Maybe my Zoloft needs a bump.

Chris really wants to go to Big City Burrito for supper, so I might make that happen after karate. I'm not big on burritos, but it'll be fun to watch him eat it. You know, cuz he likes burritos.

Yes, I am this boring.

We have 2/3s of our honeymoon money now. I'm excited.

I need to straighten my bangs.

Yep, that's it for tonight.