I certainly had plans to keep blogging like a maniac last week until my woman parts decided to betray me and unleash the wrath of Satan upon my world.
Oh fine. Slight exaggeration...but not much. Wednesday came with almost passing out, almost vomiting, pain, fever and chills. I was pretty sure my appendix was trying to come out but after shoving about 80 tools IN or ON me and 6 hours later they told I had an ovarian cyst.
A 1cm ovarian cyst. That knocked this girl - that has a high pain threshold - on her ass for about 4 days. I was convinced that I was dying.
Wowser. Can you imagine being that tiny and having that much power? Kinda reminds me of my vagina.
Anyway, all is well with my world again - which means I can walk upright and move without moaning in pain. The holiday weekend was filled with a big pool party at our house and football games and going, going, going. It was super fun except I hadn't been eating much since the ol' cyst episode so I've been pretty exhausted.
I do recall at one point calling Rambo hundreds of miles away in his semi and doing the ugly cry on the phone with him. I'm pretty sure the only thing he knew was that it was his wife. Other than that - I made no sense between the sobs. I'm sure he loved that phone call. I'd try to feel sorry for him for putting him through that but his insides weren't exploding inside him so my compassion meter wasn't high at that moment.
So there you go - I report that I have nothing to report. This week is filled with volleyball games and meetings and blah blah blah because school is officially and totally back in. I'm so excited that I'd usually do cartwheels but after last week I'm not so sure everything is attached inside me so I'll wait on those. Mkay?
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
Let me tell you – the only thing good about Mondays is Monday night – when in just a few hours it’s Tuesday. While I know it’s a completely psychological thing, I also truly believe Mondays blow more than any other day. My proof is in that after a long day yesterday, Rambo called and said he was going to sleep in the semi. Cue the “I miss Daddys” and “when will he be home thens”…and me in a corner in the fetal position.
Yup. 26 years later and one night without Rambo hurts my heart. I laid in bed thinking, “My God – I feel like my heart actually physically hurts I miss him so much…perhaps vodka is in order to knock yourself out and not continue feeling such thoughts.” But I survived. Crisis averted. The man is home tonight.
Completely off topic but do you know what I’m obsessed with lately? Bullet journals. Oh my God in heaven people!! Google bullet journals and just look at images. The colors, the drawings, the washi tape – OH MY! Uh-dick-ted. (that’s addicted in slow motion) I track habits, moods, savings, prayers, gratitudes, daily challenges, to do lists, etc. Do any of you have one? They’re the new rage in paper planning. Yes. My middle name is Nerd. Go with it.
Also – get this?! I’m trying a new diet to prevent migraines and I haven’t had chocolate in over 30 days. Now get back up on your chair and keep reading. Over 30 days. I’m sure that never, ever in my life has that ever been done before. It’s quite astounding.
I bought an acupressure doo-hickey-thingy recently too to see if it helps my migraines. It’s a mat and pillow with tiny little spikes all over it that you lay on. It’s like acupuncture but it’s acupressure. Most likely because sending a mat with actual needles all over it would be a bitch to package up – someone invented this mat with tiny spikes in it that FEEL like needles. It hurts (kind of a lot) at first but within minutes it stops hurting and you feel tingly and I kind of love it. 20 minutes a night and I’ll be healed forever. Or something like that.
Alright, I’m rambling. I’ve got Mountain Dew to suck down and Skittles in my future so I must go.
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Monday, August 29, 2016
How in the hell did I ever blog every Monday? I mean writing requires thinking and that’s just something I’m not good at on Mondays. Or ever if I’m being honest.
Coming off of a great weekend doesn’t help with the Monday blahs in the least. I had one of those weekends where you catch yourself about 6 times a day taking a physical step back and thinking to yourself, “Damn. This life I have is amazing. How blessed am I?” I mean nothing major happened and it didn’t need to….
Rambo had recently been working something like 40 some days 14 hours at a time without a single day off. That’s a looonnnnggg time without one day of non-work. However, this weekend he was off the whole 2 days and it was glorious. We went for a bike ride. Swam in the pool. Ate pizza. Played Monopoly. Sat outside in the swing and talked to the neighbors. Worked outside. Etc., etc., - you get the picture. We were a family doing normal family things and it felt everything but normal. It felt like what I always had dreamed of. It’s what I wish for everyone in this world.
Today my oldest daughter is having a boy over for the first time. In my house. Without us there. My other daughter will be there so that’s as good as any parent since she feels it is her duty in life to watch her older sister like a hawk so she can tell on anything the older one does wrong to me when I get home. It’s pretty weird that it doesn’t really bother me. I kind of thought it would but I’m happy for her. And also glad the tattle-tale is on standby.
The real bonus is the house gets cleaned because God forbid any boy ever thought we lived in a house of dust bunnies. Cripes.
I feel like it’s going to take me a while to get into this blogging thing again. I remember I used to always think, “Man – my life is boring – how does anyone read this crap?” - and wouldn’t you know??? – 2 years later and I still think that. Some things never change right?
Except the size of my ass. That changes A LOT.
Posted by the gumdrop farting Skittle bathing ♥ Drazil ♥ at 3:12 PM