Wednesday, 08 April 2009

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  I can probably count down in days how long it will be before we are supposed to be leaving our home for the last four years and taking off for the unknown (aka. Japan), but I don't want to.

  My range of emotions about the move have been exhausted.  Right now, it doesn't even feel real because the date has been moved so many times.  Several  months ago, we got another extension on the date which then put it at reporting by June 1st.  That means we are supposed to have the house packed up by the end of this month so we can get back home and see family before we move.  However, my husband and I have been on a lazy streak regarding the move. We've been waiting so long for it that it's kind of like we don't even care anymore.

  My dental work is almost done and my new smile looks brilliant.  I'm very happy with it...and my dentist has been wonderful.  I actually ended up befriending the whole staff at the dental office so it was a shock to me when they told me their office on Camp Pendleton would be closing.  Their military contract had run out and they were being replaced with a better bidder whose dental offices promised massaging dental chairs, video players, video games, etc.  I don't know about you, but I don't want to have a dentist working on my dental work on me while I'm sitting in a chair that's vibrating.  A millimeter of error could you have screaming in agony.  No thanks.

  I had to switch to another dentist's office in order to complete all my work.  Fortunately, it was an office where several of my favorite dental office people went to.  I'll try to cough up some pictures after the final work is done in a few weeks.  The only problem is all this flossing and constant taking care of my teeth takes so much freaking time.  My nightly routine easily takes a half hour now.

  There has been so much going on and I get so neglectful in writing blogs that I can't remember where I left off.  Honestly, I always think I need to keep up my blogs...both here and on my fitness site (I'm working out again hard core!), but it just seems like I never get to ANYTHING until 10:00 at night...and by then, I'm exhausted.  I don't even get to calling my friends and I'm sure they are starting to hate me.  I try to log onto Facebook every time I get a spare second to let people know what I'm doing.  I tried Twitter, but just didn't see the point.  I was following one person and getting about 10 texts a day of something as silly as song lyrics.  I loved reading his quips because he's a pretty damn funny friend...but I just got tired of my phone going off every hour.  I couldn't hack it and I have the world's bitchiest husband when it comes to my phone.

  It makes no sense...His phone rings 20 times a day, sometimes.  He has a vast array of friends, due to being in the military and making friends at every unit.  I have a very small circle of friends that I actually speak on the phone to.  Only one that I talk to at least a few times a week...and sometimes, when we're both REALLY bored, just about every day.  My husband has a bitch fit when my phone rings.  "Arrgh!  What is that?  Who is calling you now?  What do they want?!"  He also doesn't understand my friend and I talking on the phone at 10 p.m. and later.  That's the only time either of us don't have a child hanging from our legs and screaming.  It's the only sane time where we can hear each other without having to say, "HUH???  WHAT???  HOLD ON...I HAVE TO TURN THE VOLUME DOWN ON THE NOGGIN CHANNEL..."

  I guess it's a "Mom thing".  If you're read my blog in the past year or so, you know this whole motherhood thing has gotten to me in some negative ways.  I really haven't sounded much like the person whose blog you originally started reading have I?  I used to be a lot sillier than this.  I never used to be so serious.  I just never realized what I was getting into...but whoever told me it only got harder lied.  It is getting so much easier now that my son is old enough to do more things to himself.  It's getting easier knowing that if my 2 year-old ventures out of her room at six a.m, she's not going to kill herself or burn the house down...she's more than likely just going to get into the refrigerator and steal some cheese or a banana.  Actually, she did that this morning.  Before 7 a.m, before Cullen and I were up and moving, she ate six bananas by herself.  They must have made her poop, too, because that's all she did today.

  I'm happy to report that the old me is venturing out a lot more, lately.  My husband is mad because his friends from a gun forum he belongs to are telling him how funny I am.  He's not MAD...but I can tell he's quietly annoyed.  They think I'm funny because they've been introduced to me through comments left for my husband on Facebook.  I know he secretly doesn't like the open forum of Facebook...where your friends can intermingle with your wise-cracking wife.  I'm new to Facebook...and I hated it, at first, but then I started finding it fascinating.  I'm still not sure how much I like the fact that everyone can read what I'm saying.  My friend really married a cool guy...and we like to talk religion, but that's kind of a personal subject for me.  I don't always like to talk about it with everyone...yet, everyone can see my views.  I also don't really care for being OVERTLY political.  As in, most people know my views.  It's not a big secret, but I just don't like shoving those views down the throats of others much.  It's weird knowing my thoughts on religion are out there for everyone to read.  There are friends who are more liberal that I would kind of tone that part of myself down around.

  Does that mean I'm different around different people?  Yes.  Isn't everybody?  HONESTLY?  Nobody likes to admit it...but they are.  You're always going to talk differently to your 80 year-old grandmother and differently to your Harley-riding friend who smashes beer bottles against his head and likes to say, "F#$@ YEAH!!!" a lot.

  Facebook poses a dilemma...because here you have people you went to high school with, (who seem to add me all the time, even though they hated my guts in high school, which I don't get), my military friends made here in Cali, my relatives from two different sides of my family, my sisters, my childhood friends, my friends from various health & fitness sites, etc.

  It's hard to communicate with all these people in the same realm.  It really is.  I know there are friends of mine that are like oil and water...and I just wait for them to clash.  I already had someone else's friend call me "stupid" today because I made a joke about a popular book series prophesying Obama as the anti-christ.  It was totally a tongue-in-cheek joke.  I would never seriously believe that, even if he's not my choice, but the guy called me stupid.  I was having an intelligent conversation on religion with the friend I was originally talking to when this dude kept butting in with jackass comments.  My friend sent me a private message explaining that his friend was on a feeding tube and hated life and people in general.  He was a bitter guy on his death bed.  Yikes.  I'm glad I didn't start any comment with, "Look, you asshole..."  I sure thought it, though.

  I have views on things that seriously conflict with a lot of my friends...and I'm having to learn to let it all hang out and accept the backlash or shut up.  I'm not one for shutting up and not commenting to one friend because another friend might not agree.  As a peacemaker, Facebook can sometimes suck....but it does have it's redeeming points:

  Mafia Wars.

  I never got into it on Myspace, but now I'm playing this stupid game all the time.  My husband is addicted...and we've had other friends recently become addicted, too.  My brother-in-law is even addicted...and I get damn sad when I see in the game that someone took a bullet for me helping me fight some schmuck on the internet named "Don Pullmyfinger".  When tired of trying to tiptoe around my friends' religious and political beliefs, I spend hours pining for energy paks.

  My blood pressure rises a few points every time I get robbed and I've been known to blurt out, "Bitch!  You're going DOWN!" after a particularly nasty robbing.  Then, if I can't fight them or rob them back, I put them on the hit list over and over.  My husband threatened intervention when I mentioned that I wished Ebay had a 'Add to hitlist' button for those bidders that swoop in and steal an auction from me in the final seconds after I had been pining over the item for weeks.

  Speaking of Ebay, I have been an ordering fool lately...ordering no less than 10 books and getting a lot of Old Navy tank tops...11 of them for about $22.  That's a damn good deal.  Some are still new with tags.  I'm excited.  I've gotten a lot of new stuff, lately, since we're getting ready to move.  I don't get new stuff very often.  I probably won't get new stuff for a while...so I'm pretty happy.

  So what's up with the working out again?  I haven't exactly gotten fat or anything, but taking over 6 months off after that last challenge started me on the Fast Track to Fat Ass.  I feel like I'm a PVC pipe with a too-thick layer of insulation.  That's the best way I can express to people how my body puts on weight.  Some might say I am lucky...that ALL my fat doesn't accumulate on one part of my body.  That's the thing people NEVER understand when they see my before challenge photos.  I've heard countless people say, "You weren't that fat.  Do you have some kind of eating disorder?"  Well, my body fat percentages beg to differ.

  I gain weight all over.  It's not a question of IF I was fat...it was a question of how I carried that fat.  I'm genetically blessed to carry it well so as not to appear fat.  I actually don't look bad, now, and I'm at a good bodyfat percentage, but I don't want to simply look thin.  I want to be athletic which involves endurance, stamina, weight training, and being able to kick ass.  I have a Wonder Woman fantasy, I guess. 

  A few people asked me on MySpace what happened to my before/after photos on there.  I took them down because I had some creep that I don't even know on my friend's list who was making comments about them, telling me I looked better at certain weights.  Now #1, I don't know this guy from Adam and have no idea how he got on my friend's list.  #2, Hey asshole, what weight I want to be and what level of muscularity is MY choice, not yours.  #3, Some weird dude checking out my body kind of freaked me out.  I don't mind my body being used for educational or curiosity purposes regarding exercise.  Stupidly, I took the photos down instead of deleting the guy who freaked me out.  I will go back and do that when I remember to log back onto MySpace again.

  In any case, it's late and I'm very tired...so that means this blog is probably really lame and really lame blogs should end...and end fast.  No, I'm not shutting down my blog.  I haven't given up Xanga.  I will return.  I'm just kind of dumbstruck these days when I start thinking of all the stuff we have to get done to move.  We're only about 3 weeks away from leaving (we plan on leaving here in April, traveling home throughout all of May, leaving for Okinawa about the last week of May)...and I'm starting to feel kind of sad, bummed, and just want to mope.  I'm happy.  I'm not depressed like I have been for a while now, but I'm just in one of those quiet, reverent moods, lately.  Don't forget about me.  I haven't forgotten about you.    Actually, this blog wasn't so painful to write.  I think I'll write another one soon.

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