I have been seriously neglecting this blog. I am so sorry! I check it almost every day to see what lovely posts others have shared, but quite honestly I’ve just been too busy or too tired to update myself.
That’s both good and bad, I suppose. Just 6 or so weeks ago I was dying to have something to do…I really had nothing going on in my life, no job, classes hadn’t started yet, and I was just really bored and feeling very frustrated and unfulfilled.
I would like to go back in time and slap myself.
Actually, not really. A half slap? Now I am so busy that I pray for some down time to…..just….do nothing…..everything….clean my house? Play with my dogs? Luna has taken up pooping on our rug again, so thanks for that, little miss. I’ve washed those darn rugs so many times I just threw them out. I’ll replace them eventually…they’re just bathroom rugs after all. I’m worried if I replace them now, she’ll still continue to act out and piss all over them…..literally.
I went back to school, something I was SO excited to do, something I was dying to do since I haven’t been able to go to school for three years. I’m really glad I went before, because if this was my first time in college, I’d probably have given up by now. Two of my professors are great, but extremely tough. One of them is beyond extremely tough (I feel like an idiot in his class) and most of my classmates and I agree he just doesn’t really care. He talks down to us if we ask questions, and in lab, he tells us what to do and then leaves the room for an hour or so. Most of the time we get through a few steps and then are confused, standing around asking each other what to do. When he comes back and we ask, he just tells us to look in our book.
There are other minor annoyances, like having to pay $80 to have access to a website to do our homework, and buying our own test sheets. Over all I’m just not impressed with this school and would really love to go back to my old one in Florida. But, unless I want to live away from my husband for a few years, that’s not an option. And I don’t want to do that, so stay at my current college I must.
But I was able to get a part-time job that I love and I’m very happy there. I’m working for the Boys and Girls Club, we run an after-school program for a nearby middle school and the kids can come to the “club” and hang out, we have activities to do and snacks to eat and we (usually) have a great time. In just three weeks of working there I’ve realized I really love working with this age group (11-13) and I’d like to be a middle school nurse. It’s a wonderful feeling to mentor kids and having them come to you with any type of problem they may have and feeling so happy when they tell you that you’ve helped them or seeing them take your advice.
I’ve also gotten more girly because one day, our boss decided to paint some of the girl’s nails and one of them wanted to do my nails (I’ve only ever painted my nails once, for my little brother’s high school graduation) and I realized I really liked my nails painted pink so I went browsing the local Wal-Mart for nail polish and found a glittery blue “Ice Queen” one….and yes, okay, it reminded me of Frozen and I wanted it. And now it’s on my nails and I keep admiring them and their prettiness and thinking maybe I should do this more often.
But definitely the hardest part in the past few weeks is my husband being away in training. THIS SUCKS. He left nearly three weeks ago and we have about two or three more weeks to go. We have no idea when exactly he’ll return. At first he was told he would be back in exactly 29 days, because if he is gone 30 days, the army has to pay us $250 for family separation pay, and they don’t want to do that. They would rather bring him back ONE DAY before that has to be paid. But they wanted to bring him and a few other soldiers out there early, so he will definitely be there over 30 days because the next flight out of the dessert they are training in is March 14th, but sadly that doesn’t mean he’ll be home that day.
I was fine at first, I missed him terribly, but I had work, school, and dogs to focus on and keep me busy. But then they took his phone away…….they said it’s because they didn’t want anyone to cheat and use their GPS when they were doing land navigation exercises, but my husband said they’re not doing those so they have no idea why their phones were taken away. So no communication except for a few minutes on Facebook now and then (thankfully he works with the internet so we can at least talk that way). We haven’t gone no-tech since basic in January 2011 so this part of the training is really difficult. I just want to hear his voice. They are taking lots of pictures of the guys training out there, which is awesome, but my husband is never in any of them. I comb every picture for a flash of his goofy grin or bright hair or silly faces he loves to make, but I never see one. Sigh. But hey, we’re only almost halfway done, so there’s more time to get his picture taken.
I guess on the plus side, I get to drive his car? So I get to pick between two cars, yay! His car likes to go fast….I like fast. I take the highway to work and the speed limit is 75mph and by the time my car gets up to 75 it’s time to exit and do 40 which makes me sad. Bumblebee’s car gets up to 75 before we’re even off the death ramp (as we have affectionately nicknamed entrance ramps here in Texas). And I don’t wake up in the middle of the night freezing because he’s a bed hog. Compromises all around because I’m still not use to being alone and I have a bad habit of pushing our dresser against the door (despite living in a very safe area), but hey, at least I can stretch out in the bed! ….after I move a dog or two out of my way.
So, really, a lot going on, but at the same time, nothing terribly exciting.
Oh! I got braces exactly one month and one day ago. If I don’t get this posted in the next 12 minutes, it will be one month and TWO days. I hated them at first……still kind of hate them I guess. They hurt and I talked funny for a few weeks (something some of my friends pointed out and picked on me for and made me even more self-conscious about them)…and I couldn’t eat much of anything and I LOVE to eat so I would pine away, looking at all the uneaten orange chicken on my plate and wondering if I would ever eat again (I was only slightly dramatic, I swear).
But, AGAIN, I lost about five pounds so now I’ve only got about twenty more to go!
My orthodontist has massage chairs in the lobby so that’s pretty nice. I wouldn’t mind if they kept me waiting for a few hours at my next appointment, because I’m in no rush to get these darn things tightened and go through the whole not-eating phase again. And I like massages.
Maybe I’ll lose another five pounds, though…..hmm….I could be down to my goal weight after four appointments. Or I could work out more. But hey, let’s not make any hasty decisions here.
My nails are REALLY sparkly……….