Kids these days

I've really been trying to get my walking in. I'm pretty proud of myself, as I don't ever FORCE myself to go, as in one day I was exhausted and decided to nap instead of walk, but most days, I am trying to get out there, but only becuase I WANT to you know? I don't want this to be a matter of having to do something I don't want to do. Funny enough I am finding I am looking forward to it.

Today, I decided I was going to incorporate a cache into my walk. There are a ton around here, so I figured I could walk to one, and then walk back. Then I thought, well hey why not invite the whole family! Why would I want to deprive my darlings of all the fun?

The cache was about a half a mile from the house. We start out, and not even half way there it's whine whine whine. It's hot, I'm thirsty, this is boring, my feet hurt. On and on. Of course, we had to take this long detour, and the walk ended up being much much longer than anticipated.

My sister and I used to walk like a MILE to school today. That is no joke I once mapquested it. No matter what the weahter, in WOOL JUMPERS. And here are my two, who actually bug me CONSTANTLY to go for walks, wussing out. At one point I even said "Look at my big ole butt walking out here, I'm having fun!"

They had fun in the end though. From now on, I'm going to do it on my own.

One thing Tony and I do on these walks is look at houses, and do wistful thinking. Wistful in the sense of.... well, timing is wrong. He leaves in November, the lease is up in November. I am NOT moving by myself. Just ain't gonna happen. But, I am just so DAMN ready to move into a home, a real home. I don't like this townhome very much.

Aislinn is sleeping over at her friends today, Jonny is asleep and Tony is playing his game, and I am watching my crap tv from teh week! I love it! :D

It's eight am, and you know what that means. Spongebob time!

Today I am exhausted. I walked for exercise yesterday, and then we decided to do two caches yesterday and we ended up walking about a mile to get to one and back on top of my usual walk. The caches were fun! I am so glad we got the GPS and I can't wait to do it more often. The only problem is that Jonny is scared of wooded areas. He was hysterical when we were looking for the second one, which we were having a hard time finding. He said he was afraid of getting lost, and doesn't get that we have a GPS, it would hard to get lost.

The third cache was tough. I knew where I needed to be, but I couldn't FIND it. The rest of the family had kind of given up. I looked everywhere. Right when I was about to give up, Aislinn found it! She wsa excited! It was a tough spot, and being a child really helped with the perspective. Tony dug out the container, and we signed it.

It's just crazy to know that there is stuff hidden in places all over the world. Normal everyday places. Like at the park by our house. Aislinn and her friend have probably poked around in every nook and cranny there, and have never found the little cache there. Hell, when I take Jonny there, we poke around in every nook and cranny.

Aislinn really enjoyed it, and Tony had fun, Jonny wasn't a fan. Hopefully he can get into it.

That's how they getcha.

It's now so cheap to get a blood sugar monitor, but to buy the strips is extremely costly. A box of hundred, which would last a little over a month if using three a day, is easily over a $100. The problem is, when starting out, a hundred a month is NOT enough at all. How are you supposed to know what works for you and what doesn't food wise/excersise wise? I could easily get away with checking my BS (blood sugar) four, five, six times a day. I have to STOP myself sometimes from doing so. I get my strips for free, I know I shouldn't complain, but it's not ENOUGH. I went ahead and bought some from the internet, finding a pretty good deal (a hundred for $54) but if I were to buy these at Wal-Greens or Wal-Mart a hundred would cost anywhere from $114-$147. Why the big difference? Who knows.

It makes me wonder how people without insurance, or crappy insurance would handle it? It's sad. Type 2 diabetes isn't a disease people get for being fat and lazy. There are people out there right now that are fatter and lazier than me without issues. It's a GENETIC disease. If you have the genetics for it, your chances are higher. My genetic cards are stacked against me (Michelle, beware!) Two cases of gestational diabetes, each time can raise your chances of getting type 2. Both my aunts on my dads side think they had GD with their kids, but regular testing wasn't done back then. Let's just say my babies at 9 lbs 9 oz and 10 lbs 10z weren't the biggest babies on our family. Asians have a higher risk of diabetes. My grandmother has type 2 as well, and has always been hypoglycemic as long as I can remember. Even if I lost 100lbs, I could still ahve these issues. :( It sucks.

Tony is worried too. His family is riddled with diabetes. Our kids ARE SCREWED. Hopefully I can teach them now before it's too late.

Each day it gets a bit easier. I'm still hungry a lot, but that will pass as my blood sugars go down. It's a rough cycle. It really is. It starts with feeling hungry, and you eat, a lot of time something starchy or carby because you also feel tired and your body wants the energy. But the sugar and starch makes you even more tired, and you have no energy to do anything other than lay around, which packs on the lbs, and makes you even more hungry. It sucks.

Take it from me, you don't want the diabedus, even if your supplies can be delivered by Walter Brimley himself.

I don't know what I expect Tony to do you know? I mean, what else is there to do other than come home and play video games pretty much all freaking night? Yet, I am still very frustrated. Partially PMS I'm sure, but it's other things too.

The car has been acting up for WEEKS now. He even went so far as to purchase a few things to replace last week. Has he gone out there to check it out? He STILL hasn't gotten his liscense and taken his class for motorcycle training, so the motorcycle is just fucking SITTING there, dead and unused. Wanna guess how many times he used that $500 bow since he's gotten it? How about zero? He's "gotten into" three different games since we've been here. His new one is a monthly one that will cost us $15 a month. He comes home, takes a dump and immediately sits down and plays his games. If he ISN'T on the desktop he's playing online poker on his laptop. He is literally attatched to a keyboard all the time. He's been home since three, a total of eight hours, at least 6 of it has been playing a video game of sort.

What really pisses me off is that fucking motorcycle. I can't even think about it without getting infuriated. Of course when I BRING IT UP he get's all "man-fensive" and pissy.

Liek I said though, what do I expect him to do? I have NO FUCKING CLUE. Yet, I get mad anyway. Maybe it's just me? Maybe I just expect to much. Whatever. I've been good about it, just letting it happen, but you know I do find myself throwing out little passive agressive comments, which is just stupid.

I think it's just hard. You know I don't have any friends here and blah blah blah. No time to myself blah blah blah. The kids have just stoppped asking him for stuff like drinks and stuff because he's so into his games, he gets pissy and snaps "Get it yourself" or tells them to wait. So, they ask me, which gets tiring, and makes me unable to do anything like watch a movie, or whatever.

Today he had to run back to work becuase he forgot his belt. Don't even fucking get me started. He wanted to take Aislinn but didn't want to take Jonny, which pissed me off. You can't give me a fucking HOUR? After I had to give up my girls weekend this past weekend? The one I was looking forward to for weeks becuase of your work, and then when you got home, you immediately went to sleep, and then today you are up there playing shoot em up games?

I really want to scream at him and rant at him, but it won'tmatter and it doesn't help. I am literally choking it down, and trying not to cry. When I brought up him taking Jonny he kinda yelled at me.

I REALLLY need to get out more. It's sad when a trip to the grocery store and Target wipes you out. Then again, I DID take both kids, and it was just hours of "No, stop touching" or "Seriously, you can NOT push the cart" while I have a kid in between me and the cart, and I'm trying to push with my ass sticking out, and waddling with my feet far apart. That is what it is to be a mom, contorting yourself to make your child comfortable so they can continue to make your life a pain in the ass.

This has been a less than stellar weekend. Aislinn and I have had a bad go at it the last few days. I don't what her deal has been, but she has completely reverted back to being like four. I kind of gotten used to her just saying "Awwww whyyyyy?" when I tell her no, so when she starts to wail and roll around on the ground like the "good ole days" well, I guess I forgot how to handle it. and it hasn't been pretty. It turns into a neverending cycle of me yelling No, and demanding obedience, and her doing everything to defy me. Her attitude has just been sucky. Today at Target she cried through the aisles, thankfully very quietly. Both kids got ten dollars for Easter from their PawPaw and Grandma Gracie. Aislinn decided she wanted to spend hers today. Now, Aislinn and I have had many conversations about handling money and gift cards. I would prefer for her to give me the money, and when we get to the register, she can hand it to them. Everytime she gets super pissy about it. This time, I just couldn't deal with it. So, I didn't say anything, and thinking if she lost it, oh well. Which she of course did. Dropping it in the grocery store. Then, OMG THEN, she BLAMES ME for her losing it. Guess what she said? Just guess? She said that I FORGOT TO REMIND HER TO GIVE ME THE MONEY. Yes, she did, she went THERE. I asked her what happened every time I DID remind her and she grumbled "I get mad". That's RIGHT YOU GET MAD.

So, the crying came when Jonny got to buy something with his money and she didn't. Boohoo blah blah blah.

I could go on about how this was a hard lesson for me, because I didn't cave and taught Aislinn a valuable lesson, but I, being the soft hearted mom, actually DID buy her a DS game. I know right? Who has two thumbs and is a dummy? This gal. In my defense, this is a game she has been waiting months for. The thing is, she is grounded from her DS until tomorrow. In the parking lot, I told her that she wouldn't be able to play until tomorrow. Tears of course, and right then I was like WTF is wrong with me? So, the game goes back tomorrow. She can tell her therapist about it when she's older.

I'm here

Whenever I say the phrase I'm here I always add in my head I'm queer, get used to it. I think that is one of the smartest catch phrases ever.

I'm not dead. Thank you for your concern Anne. I've been pretty much obsessed with diabetes. I've joined a few message boards, researching any website I can, trying to finding replacements for items I currently use that could be an issue. Blah blah blah.

One thing I found out is that a lot of people find the diet that is usually reccomended for diabetics to be completely confounding. A sample breakfast for a diabetic is a bowl of bran flakes, skim milk, and half a banana. What?!? I would be easily in the three hundreds if I ate that, not to mention, starving an hour later! I've always had an issue with that. You know how they say when you eat chinese you're hungry an hour later, that how any type of pasta, flour, cereal, bread, grain was for me. After some research I realize that a lot of diabetics depend on a very low carb diet. Not as strict as Akins mind you, but a lot of them eat bacon and eggs for breakfast every morning.

So, after about a week of trying to stay the course, my numbers albeit still high, are coming down, I can't deny that. I've been taking walks, and running up and down my stairs at times. The hardest thing is the family. They love things like oatmeal, spaghetti, and things like that. One of my favorite morning meals is a bowl of old fashioned oats. I can't eat that, but guess what my darling son has wanted all this week? Last night Tony craved pizza, and one night Aislinn wanted spaghetti. It's hard. Last nigth I had pizza and today I'm back to my starving high blood sugar self. It's truly depressing. :(

A vampire has to watch his figure

Soooo, today my son asked for a "diet blood". Of course I said " You want whaaa??" and he said matter o factly "diet blood" in is four year old "Duh mom" voice. Hmmmm. He settled for orange juice, and I never did find out what "diet blood" is.

Who needs Stephen King?

I got a new migraine medicine the last trip to the doctor last week. Something called zomig. I'm pretty sure the only reason why they give it out at the military treatment facility is because it's cheap. I'm not bitter, just realistic. I don't care WHAT it is, as long as it works.

Anyway, last night I got a migraine out of the blue. Before I went to bed, I decided to take a pill. I read the inserts because I was unclear on how to take it. It said it was an oral dissolving pill, so do I just put it in my mouth and let it melt? Can't I just swallow it? Because I'll be honest, having some nasty bitter pill dissolve on my mouth does NOT sound like a good time, but I'll do it if it means it will make my migraine go away.

Here's a bit of advice from your Uncle Sandi. Don't ever read a drug pamphlet before bed, because you will FREAK THE FUCK OUT all night and won't get any sleep. There was the usually possible side affects, dry mouth, anal leakage etc. you know the normal shit that comes with any drug. Then I get to CHEST PAIN, and SHORTNESS OF BREATH and POSSIBLE HALLUCINATIONS and COMA. What the hell?

I took it anyway because I'm an idiot. The hallucinations and coma was from a possible interaction with anti depressants, of course the kind I take. A migraine though will make you drink gasoline if you think it will make it go away. Halucinations? Fine, whatever, just hurry up with them before I pluck my eye out of my face.

I jokingly told Tony that if I have any type of odd behavior in bed to just call 911. You know if I think I see spiders or clowns, and if I'm still asleep when he goes to work, make sure he actually WAKES ME UP to make sure I haven't fallen into some type of coma. He found none of this funny. I was joking about it because I really was worried about it, but I didn't want to freak him out.

Neither of us got much sleep, him from being worried about the drug interactions and I kept waking up to check to make sure I wasn't seeing anything I wasn't supposed to. I did get some shortness of breath and a heavy feeling on my chest, it reminded me of when I had my c section, and I got my spinal block. You're able to breathe, but it feels like you can't but as long as you stay calm and keep breathing you're fine.

I think I got a migraine from being outside yesterday and we had the sliding glass door open, and the pollen was screwing with my head. It's been raining for about a week now, washing all that away, but since it didn't rain yesterday everything is covered in a fine yellow green pollen.

Most of my day today was spent researching different face washes. I knew I had to do something when I went out the other day, and a herd of hungry people came at me with pizza cutters chanting "Pizza! Pizza!" My face is really bad. I have an outcropping on my chin near my mouth, two huge scabs that will probably scar from cystic acne that I kept squeezing and squeezing because "DAMN it there HAS to be something in there!". Black heads galore on my nose, chin, cheeks, and forehead. It's bad. Really bad.

I ended up getting some face pads from QVC from Dr. Denese. Dr. fucking Denese. I swore I'd never get anything of hers just because she calls herself Dr. Denese. But, I can't dispute the fact that my mom uses her stuff, and she looks younger than me, and her skin is perfect. So, there. It's these pads for wrinkles and stuff, but helps with acne becuase its an acid type of exfoliater so the dead skin can't get in your pores and shit. Someone on another board mentioned Dial soap which I may try because I think I have gone into infection land with all my picking and shit.

And honestly I don't know why I thought it would be a good idea to write about this. I apologize.

Jonny and I are munching our brunch. We hit the Chick Fil A drive through after running and errand this morning, of course since we missed breakfast by 15 minutes, they gave us a breakfast "sample" which was a chickin in a biscuit. You know, I wish they had just said you know if you don't mind it, we have some old shit sitting around we can just give you, I would have totally said yes, and not paid for it. Of course, I ate my chix and bix, and now working on my sandwhich, which I realize is yes both excessive and gross, but it's so GOOD and I don't care if you are judging me. Judge away, but I have Chick Fil A and you dont't.

I have a case of the Mondays

Let's see, so far this morning, I have a child weeping upstairs, and another one grounded from everything today. Great way to kick off the week. Woohoo.

I don't know what it was, but no one got any sleep last night. I couldn't sleep, and when I finally tried to lay down at 3 am, I kind of laid there and tossed and turned all night. Aislinn said that Jonny kept HER up all night, because he got in her bed and wiggled and moved around so much. He was crabby this morning as well. Usually, he gets up and goes to our bedroom and goes back to sleep. This morning, he has just stalked around the house yelling at me to "Get upstairs right now!" because he needed his morning snuggle fix. When Jonny get's pissy and indignant, it's funny. I feel bad for him, no one takes him at all seriously. He has Aislinn for a big sister, who I once had to drag out of a park in a full nelson when she was four, so him yelling at me to get upstairs to snuggle, is just cute instead of intimidating.

Aislinn dragged ass all morning, and of course couldn't find her damn shoes. So, she had to wear her clogs. This happened three times last week. I may be a slow learner, but I'm not that slow. Since she once again couldn't find her shoes, she is grounded to her room today after homework. Usually I would ground her from playing outside, but it's raining, and honestly I don't think that has much of an affect on her anymore. Like "Oh well, can't play outside, but I can still watch tv, or play with my DS or the Wii." Not really a punishment.

I walked into my closet this morning, and about keeled over from the mess. Rainy weekend+walk in closet = pissed off mom. That sent me into a yelling fit, directed mostly at Jonny, since I probably told him about ten times yesterday to stay out of there. He ended up chucking his doughnut on the table and bawling his eyes out. Again, instead of being sympathetic, it was just really kind of cute. Is that mean? That I think it's cute when he gets all indignant?

So that has been my day, the whole 52 minutes of it thus far. The house needs picking up, although we were pretty good about staying on top of it this weekend.

On a more positive note, Aislinn brought home a chapter book from school. I swooned when I saw it. A CHAPTER book. Oh be still my beating heart. Usually, when she goes to the library, she gets a book about reptiles or worms or the joys of composting (ok not really, but might as well) and I respect that she likes to read about real things, she doesn't get into reading books about fake stuff that didn't really happen. So, when I saw that I was very happy, because I love books, and I always assumed my kids would too. Jonny does, way more than Aislinn at his age ever did, but that doesn't mean he'll like reading them. The cool thing though is she read that book quite a bit this weekend, by herself in her head, for FUN. I had her read me some of it and she did excellent. Just to give you and idea of how shocking this is, about two weeks ago, I had to forbid her from reading "I Like Bugs" for her reading homework, a book she claimed was "Kinda hard". Trust me, it's not. It has three words per every two pages. "I like bugs" turn page "Black bugs" turn page "green bugs" etc. You see why this is such a big deal.

Ok, I have to make some phone calls, and I hear pitter patter of Jonny feet upstairs. I imagine I have about three minutes before he's all "Woman get your ass up here, and snuggle God damn it"

What a bummer. Tony and I actually woke up at a decent hour, both of us alert and ready to take on the day, do something in this wonderful weather we have going, only to see that rain is iminent. I checked the forecast, hoping that maybe it's just cloudy but, we're not so lucky.

I'm ready to go out and do things outdoorsy before it gets to damn hot here. The humidity here is already close to the 90% mark. making our upstairs stuffy and damp, and warm even if it's only 65 outside. I got my new camera two weeks ago, and have yet to take any good pictures with it. I can't take it anymore! I'm sick of taking pictures of the family.

I wanted to go to one park that is known for it's cherry blossoms, which I love. It has a Japanese garden, and I was so looking forward to walking the nature trails with the kids, and taking a ton of pictures. Sigh. You know it's bad when *I* want to get outside.

Yesterday, I wrote about how quiet it was and tonight, I'm listening to Aislinn whine endlessly about her stuffy nose. ENDLESSLY. She has been in there for a good forty minutes and has not shut up about it. Ok, we get it, it's stuffy, that should be the end.

So, yes today I went to the Dr. I got there late, by five minutes, and as a punishment? I got to wait two hours. I got there at nine forty five, and left there at 11:45. Nice huh? When I called to make an appointment, they told me that this Dr. runs behind, yet when I was escorted to my room, one of the nurses pointed out to me (without me asking her or anything) that the reason I had to wait so long was because I was late. I just said in my sugary sweet voice "Oh I don't mind at all!" and gave her a sweet smile which she didn't like at all. Yeah, I'm sure my five minutes of tardiness threw a wrench in their welled oil machine of medicine, all that standing around a chatting they do had nothing to do with it.

I get in there, and at this point Jonny, who is usually very good, is past his good humor stage. He's starting to get pissy, but trying to hold it together. I literally woke him up and he dressed himself and we walked out the door. No breakfast or even morning pee. I honestly didn't think we'd be there THAT long. So, he's hungry on top of being bored out of his mind. I'm trying to draw him pictures, but my art skills is that of a 1st grader. When I drew Thomas the Tank Engine, the look in his eyes told me that I had fallen down a few notches on the "Mommy can do anything" meter. I was at "Mommy can do anything, and she eats puppies too" category. I mean he literally looked at it, and turned away from me in disgust. I told him I just couldn't draw Thomas, so he asked if maybe I could draw Percy, or James instead. I guess he didn't get that I can't draw trains with creepy faces. Not my forte. How bout a flower though? I can totally draw a flower, boys like flowers right? (FYI no they don't)

The dr. gets in there, and asked me a bunch of questions I didn't know that I SHOULD know like, how much of each medicine I take. Ummm pill sized? Then she got irked with Jonny being there, and it was just a big ole ball of aggravation. BUT, the plus side is that I don't have to pay for most of my meds anymore. My monthly pharmacy bill went down from 60 bucks to 22. Possibly down to 9 if the letter the Dr. gave me for the Cymbalta is accepted by the insurance. According to the doc, with the military insurance, you have to have a letter from the Pope saying you need Cymbalta before they will give it to you for free. I told her that if I had to pay the copay that was fine, since I had been paying the copay since I first got it.

See, if you got to a military treatment facility, most of your meds, spare a few name brand kind (like the Cymbalta) are free. Which is good because just to get in to the dr, as I stated earlier is a pain in the ass, and that's why we put up with it. Since I was living in St. Louis, there were no MTFs around, so I had to go to a civilian dr and had to pay copays for all my meds, but the trade off was that I could go to the Dr. in a timely manner. Given the choice I would definitly do it with the civilian doc and just pay, but that is not an option here. If there are MTFs then you HAVE to go there.

The only change I had was to my migraine meds. I was taking Relpax but again, name brand, so they changed it to another kind. Zomig or something. Whatever. As long as it works I don't care. I also go in on Tuesday to get a new glucose meter, since the kind I have, again isn't the kind they have. But, according to that nurse, the kind they have is even better, the Cadillac of glucose meters.

I haven't been sleeping well, so at 3:oo I passed out on the couch. Tony told me to go lay down and he would take care of everything, homwork, dinner etc. Which was nice, but I just went downstairs (I've been lounging in my bedroom all evening) and I'm pretty upset. It's a WRECK down there. I told Tony I guess I just can't take a little time to myself. He said he was sorry but hasnt gone down to clean it.

If this is Universal Healthcare, we're dead.

My plan is to try and get on here and write everyday again. Even if it's just a list of things I did or need to do, so that I can practice my typing.

It's one of my favorite times of day, right after Tony and Aislinn leave, and it's just me and a sleeping kid upstairs. The possibilities are endless at this point, although today is definitely go back to bed day. I knew I'd get sucked into Battlestar Galactica at some point last night so I cleaned up before I sat down to watch, so I don't have much to do today. My one and only goal today was to get on the phone and STAY on the phone with the clinic to get seen by a doctor. I realized the other day that my RX for my anti-depressants had expired, even with one refill left. Why do they do that? It makes no sense. I mean, yeah I've skipped a day here and there, maybe even a few in a row, because a girls gotta poop SOMETIME, and if I skip it, within the day, I'm going. But, I skipped a whole months worth? I find that hard to believe.

The one thing that just irks me to no end about being here in Virginia is medical coverage being a military family. I have to call a 1-800 number to schedule an appointment for the clinic that is literally, 8 minutes from my house. They tell me "The only available appointment is *insert date two weeks from when you are calling*" Which of course is too long a wait. Then they transfer you to the clinic down the street to see if they can squeeze you in, where you wait for some unGodly amount of time, even though the line insists that you're second in queue and that your call is VERY important to them. You try to be a champ and hang in there, but usually after ten minutes your four year old has done something that needs your immediate attention with a first aid kit, and/or a fire extinguisher. So you hang up, and promise yourself that you will call later, but you call later and the automated voice tells you that you're now 8th in queue and you remembered the search and rescue mission you had to deploy for the turtle the LAST time you were on the phone when you were second in queue and you hang up, reassuring yourself that you will call later in the day at a not so busy time, but really the only time you have to time to call is at those busy times, just like everyone else. Then you die from the withdrawal symptoms of not having your anti -depressants, or from your family shoving you in the oven for being such a bitch and being on the phone all the time, instead of caring for them or both. If this is universal healthcare, hmmmm I don't know.

Anyway, after being on hold for almost 30 minutes (I was second in queue by the way) I almost wept with joy when it rang through to the nurse. I can go in tomorrow at 9:40. But, here is the other little snag. Military run clinics don't want you to bring your kids to your appointments. Single parents are forced to make a decision to find and possibly PAY someone to watch their kids, or go without being seen, where as at a civilian dr, they don't care, as long as they get paid. You could bring seven clowns in your vagina in with you and have them pop out and do a little act right there in the room, and I'd bet there is a medical billing code for it.

But, it's cool though. When I was on the phone with the nurse this morning, she was luckily on the same anti as me, and knew the withdrawal symptoms can be a bitch. Trying to function with a head both fuzzy and swimmy, and that sends little annoying shocks through your head is NOT fun. So, I go in tomorrow, and I asked about Jonny and she said "Hey, you do what you gotta do" right on sistah.

Speaking of my anti depressants, more and more I've been thinking of trying to wean off of them. Of course this comes with a whole gamut of what ifs, and all that. It's been a year and a half, and although I am ok with the possibility of being on them forever, I think I'd like to try and see if I can make it without them. Like I said a girl's got to poop. Also, I'd like to desire my husband once again. Last night I laid there in bed, and I just put my hand on Tony's chest and then his face, and the noises he made from me just touching him, the pure pleasure he had in my TOUCH, well I miss that. I want to feel that way again. It wasn't sexual touching, just rubbing his chest and face, and he made it seem like it felt so good. He tried to do the same to me, just hold me and I just got really hot and sweaty, which sounds like it was working, but it was just really, really warm in our bedroom.

Anywhoo. So, I feel like I accomplished a lot today already and it's only 8 am. Jonny was up last night kind of late in his room, so I'm hoping he's good for at least another hour or two of sleeping so that I can catch up on my sleep, get some school work done (that I'm oddly enjoying, save that for another post) and watch the rest of season two for BSG. I got lucky, because even though the Navy has spent probably hundreds of thousands of dollars to train husband in electronics, he STILL doesn't know how to use the DVR properly, and instead of recording all the new shows for BSG, he recorded ALL the shows, and yesterday they did a season two marathon, which I was going to go and rent today at Blockbuster, but now I get to watch for "free". (I mean we do pay for the DVR services) Military training at it's finest people.

Yawn.

I was up so late last night. Tony got me hooked on Battlestar Galactica or as it's known around here Battlestar Nerdtastica. But, it's actually really good. I thought it was going to be all Star Trek-y but it's not. It has an interesting and intriguing story line (Robots made by man, decide they are now superior race, there is a war, then peace, then the robots show up after forty years later after not being heard from, this time with robots that resemble humans in every way, and blow up planet. only 50k people remain all looking for a new home, preferably the fabled planet Earth). The fourth and last season starts like Friday and doofus me decided hey! I was going to catch up on seasons 1-3 before then. I mean, each DVD is only three hours long, and there are only six PER SEASON. It's not like I have kids or laundry or school or anything like that.

Speaking of school, I finally looked through all the stuff in my big box, and found workbooks. I like the workbooks much better than doing all the work on the computer. I mean, I eventually have to input the answers into the computer, but the workbooks are nice and light and I use an old fashioned pencil. I don't know it just seems right. Hard to make notes on a computer I guess. I've been a little daunted by the whole thing, memorizing suffixes and all that, but it's not been too bad. I am actually enjoying it. I can be all "Not now honey, mommy is doing her SCHOOL work." Aislinn was very concerned about me getting a job, she said she didn't want to have to go to daycare. When I asked her why, and kind of expecting an answer like "because I love you mom" she said it was because she wants to be able to play with her friends when she wants to. Gee thanks.

On a Jonny note, he is the next Pete Weber (that is a bowling champion for all you non bowlers out there). His high score on Wii bowling? 179. I think my high score is like 9 points higher than that. At first, it was just him playing willy nilly, jus flinging his arms, and I just assumed it was luck, but this kid is too consistent AND I've watched him adjust his guy and move him around to pick up a spare. So, it would seem he kinda gets what he's doing. Sometimes though he does enjoy whizzing it down the gutter for fun but when he does it, he does it on purpose. I'd like to take him for real bowling and see how it goes with a heavy ass ball to fling down the lane.

I probably need to shower sometime today and like do stuff.