Ta Da!!

Here I am, in all my glory. Not that it's that glorifying, but still. I'm here, what more do you want? We lost internet for almost 2 weeks. Surprisingly, I didn't feel like my whole life ended like I normally do when I don't have a computer. It seems I have been pretty busy up until this week. Lots of things happened this week, I guess, that probably changed that. Monday morning Nick got up and went to work, his Dad got up shortly after and went to work, I got up around 8 and realized 1.) Nick's mom was still home when she normally leaves around 7:45, and B.) Nick's dad was sitting in his chair. I was confused, but Nick's mom intercepted my concern in the hall and told me that Dad went to work and got sent home on lay off for the rest of the week. Swell. She then decided to take a sick day and call "all the people" she has been meaning to call. Alright. Now, remember that on Mondays I am home by myself. I kind of look forward to these days. So, Tuesday, Nick's mom goes to work and I'm sitting on the couch eating when she scares the piss out of me by walking by the livingroom window. She comes in the house and says, "Well, it's official. After 13 years, they laid me off." Oh. Great. So, now out of 4 adults, Nick is the only one left working and let me tell ya, we can't afford to support ourselves, hence the living with the parents deal, and now he's the only source of income. Hopefully when his dad goes back on Monday, he will at least be part time...SOMEthing to help keep the money coming in.

So, with them being home, I missed my normal laundry day of Mondays because mom does theirs over the weekend, I wait until Monday to do ours. I have very little housework to do, and I haven't been cooking any meals. Which leaves me utterly bored. Not that I WANT to do housework, but it would give me something to do!! I finished reading Twilight the other night, which I have been doing in my spare time and the crocheting that I picked up, I can only do for so long before my hands hurt. Stupid hands.

I'm still waiting on tax info from the Employment Department so we can file taxes. My phones are close to being shut off because our bank account has been messed up since we moved 2 weeks ago. Yay us. I need to pick up the things from the daycare providers that watched the kids, so I can write that stuff off. Ugh. I just want to file and get it over with! I need to pay all my tickets, try to get my license back and see if I can get out of the SR-22 that the state is trying to make me do.

Child support is lame. They rarely get me money every 15 days or so, it just depends on when they feel like it. They are taking too much out of Nick's checks because he is caught up, but they sure aren't being super speedy about fixing it.

The girls are too good to talk to me, and even their father at times. They supposively cry for him all the time when they are with their mom, but when they come here, it's no longer about him, it's about Nana and Papa. Despite our best efforts to try to explain to all parties involved that they need to come to US first, they refuse. His mom takes it into her hands, or the girls just ignore the pleas.

The boys are driving me nuts. Elijah thinks he runs the house, Brandon still refuses to listen, but we still can't figure out what's "wrong" with him. We have been to the psychologist 4? times now. Still no diagnosis. He tells me there is no ADHD, but that there is SOMEthing. Just don't know what, yet. This is frustrating me. Summer is a mere 4 months away and I wanted to be able to get him under control and in a normal class room before he hits 2nd grade. Doesn't seem that's going to happen. As it is right now, if he earns it, he gets the last hour of class in his normal 1st grade class, which seems to be a goal he strives for, but there is a long way to go before putting him back in full time. He was suspended from the Boys and Girls Club, yet again, last night for throwing an air hockey puck across the game room because he got mad at someone. Great. I just...want my son to be normal. I want him to be able to get mad and not intentionally hurt someone or something. Anyway, before I start crying, enough of that.

Nick and I are awesome. I love him to pieces. He is definitely everything I have ever wanted. I catch myself just staring at him at times because he's just so gorgeous and so very good to me. When he asks me what I'm doing, I can't even explain to him. A simple, "nothing" just falls out of my mouth because I would feel stupid telling him why I'm staring at him. lol *sigh* I love him so much and I he makes my crappy life so much better because he is right there with me.

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Well, we have spent the last 2 weekends moving. I hate moving. It's like pulling teeth, just do it quick so I can get it over with, but don't do it if you don't have to. lol Our storage unit is filled almost to the door and our house is going to throw up if we jam any more stuff in it. Hopefully we will be out this weekend, no ifs ands or buts about it.

On the plus side, I have been to 3 Weight Watchers meetings. My 2nd week/weigh in, I had gained something like .6 pounds. Not bad, it was probably the clothes and shoes I was wearing, but still, a gain is a gain. Plus, I hadn't actually started a full on diet, as I still didn't understand all of it at that point. So, after the 2nd meeting is when I decided to hit it full force. I did really well, some days were better than others, but I survived. So, I went to my 3rd meeting yesterday and did my weigh in. I have to admit I didn't eat anything but breakfast yesterday, but honestly, I wasn't hungry until the meeting was getting over and why eat if I'm not hungry. I stepped on the scale and was down 5.8 pounds!!!! HOLY CRAP! One really shouldn't lose that in one week, but hey, I didn't do anything unhealthy so, GO ME! I'm so freaking excited that I could poop myself.

So, that's it in a nutshell. I'm super excited about losing the weight and moving out of Glendale, now I just need a new job and a bigger house and I will be all set!

Just bend me over with no lube...please

This is absolutely ridiculous. I am so tired of BANKS!!! Because my life doesn't seem to be screwed up enough, I have to deal with their stupid shit. When I first opened a new account at my bank, they convinced me to have a savings account where I will have any amount (I think $25.00 is the minimum) transferred into it on the 20th of every month. I was told, and I swear on everything Holy this is what I was told, that if the funds aren't there (and often they are not), the transfer would not happen. 2 months in a row now, that transfer has happened, regardless of what my account looks like. So this month? They put the transfer through, overdrew me and then put 3 $1.00 charges from redbox rentals through. So, at $39.50 for every NSF fee, we have 5. It's going to take every penny of Nick's check to make us positive again and anything that we had planned to pay/do, like moving and our tv payment, is out the window. I have called them both months and both months they basically just point and laugh. The lady today told me that I need to make SURE I account for that $25.00 every month to avoid this. Yeah, thanks, Capt. Obvious. You rock.

Good times.

Here's to hopin' things go better in '09

So, I am taking more antibiotics, along with steroids to try and kick the sinus infection I have had since the weekend after my birthday. Yes, in October. This is January. You do the math. So, I had to pay yet another co-pay to see my family doctor once again so that I can get a new med and hope it helps. They can't just trust me and call in something new. Nope, I have to pay the doctor's co-pay plus the cost of meds. Sigh. Not good when you have no job. But, you know, I'm the one who has had 3 surgeries on these stupid, useless parts of your body, I think I would know when I need medicine, but, they make me come in. The appointment was scheduled for 3:15 in which I walked in the door right on the nose. I sat in the waiting room for about 4 minutes and was called back. The time I walked in to the time I walked out? 19 minutes. That's including the writing of the prescription and the scheduling of the next appointment. Yep. Totally useless appointment.

Anyway, they have me on a strong antibiotic, and it makes me really dizzy. Seems to do it more with the second dose than with the first, but it's a yucky feeling. If this treatment doesn't work, he is sending me back to my Ear, Nose and Throat doctor to see what they say. Yay me. Hopefully I won't have to have surgery again.

So, my grandmother's resolution for me this year is the Weight Watchers thing I discussed in the last blog. I went to my first meeting last night. When I got home yesterday, I looked up meetings and it happened to be on Thursdays, so I went. It's just down the street and Nick was watching his Oklahoma football game. I have to admit, it was boring. The meeting was full of newbs, so they went over the whole program with us, we paid for our memberships and we left after about an hour and a half. Hopefully next week won't be so long.

Today is a good day, so far. Eli and I are kinda kickin back for the day before the slew of children come home later. All 5 kids all weekend! I'm kind of excited, but frustrated at the same time.

Devin and Brandon had their first appointment with the psychologist in Medford on the 5th. Devin was "tested" and the doctor told me that he seemed to be a pretty good candidate for therapy and/or meds. We will discuss the results of said test on the 19th when we go back and have Brandon's testing. We originally wanted to get Brandon's behavior under control but Devin has been having some issues as well. His are no where near what Brandon's are. He just talks. A lot. And occasionally bounces off walls more than normal. And Brandon...well, he's a whole different story. I don't even want to get into it on here cause anyone who knows us knows what is wrong with him. I have talked a lot about it on my Myspace blog.

Well, I'm off to finish up my laundry and putt putting around the house. TTFN!

And a new blog spot is born...

Well, here I am. Me. Yep. Take it as you'd like.

So, today I went to pay my last month's rent on our house in Glendale. My Grandmother is sad to see us go, but hopes life treats us well while living with Nick's parents. While at my Grandparent's house, my Grandma decided she wanted to pay for me to do Weight Watchers. Her daughter (my aunt, obviously) died 5(?) years ago on the 19th and she was only in her early 50's. She died from an enlarged heart, which my Grandma tells me is from the fact that she was overweight for too long. I have been overweight for 10 1/2 years. It all started with the birth control I was on. Then the baby, then the next baby, then I was depressed and lazy, then yet another baby. It just keeps piling on. While I would like to think I have plateaued, in all reality, I have not. I have hit the mark that I swore I never would, and I seem to keep gaining just a couple more pounds here and there. I started crying when she mentioned that the boys need me to see more of their lives. So, please, wish me luck!