Tuesday, July 14, 2009
It was too funny yesterday (or the day before?) writing about how things were so weird that they're "back to normal?" Well, I'm here to tell you they certainly are not. Now I'm wishing that I could take back all of what I said because my one true wish at this point is for things to be back to normal, the mundane, the boring. But, I'm afraid there's a long road ahead for me in order to definitely get back to that place. A long road for me and my poor husband.
I read another article on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD is what everyone calls it) and I'm sure that my husband has it. He has so many of the symptoms of it, I can't see how I didn't see it before. The tragedy was a distraction, and a way for him to get back into military mode, or "red alert" mode as they call it, but I can see so clearly that he's got it. And why wouldn't he? The problem is that it's not recognized, so God knows how our insurance will cover it. I found this very helpful web site and if you have a loved one you think might have it, here are some of the symptoms:
Re-experiencing the traumatic event
- Intrusive, upsetting memories of the event
- Flashbacks (acting or feeling like the event is happening again)
- Nightmares (either of the event or of other frightening things)
- Feelings of intense distress when reminded of the trauma
- Intense physical reactions to reminders of the event (e.g. pounding heart, rapid breathing, nausea, muscle tension, sweating)
PTSD symptoms of avoidance and emotional numbing
- Avoiding activities, places, thoughts, or feelings that remind you of the trauma
- Inability to remember important aspects of the trauma
- Loss of interest in activities and life in general
- Feeling detached from others and emotionally numb
- Sense of a limited future (you don’t expect to live a normal life span, get married, have a career)
PTSD symptoms of increased arousal
- Difficulty falling or staying asleep
- Irritability or outbursts of anger
- Difficulty concentrating
- Hypervigilance (on constant “red alert”)
- Feeling jumpy and easily startled
Other common symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder
- Anger and irritability
- Guilt, shame, or self-blame
- Substance abuse
- Depression and hopelessness
- Suicidal thoughts and feelings
- Feeling alienated and alone
- Feelings of mistrust and betrayal
- Headaches, stomach problems, chest pain
Why am I so sure? Well, last night, I happened to get up in the middle of the night (we were drinking beer). Well, actually I was drinking beer, he was drinking nothing, one of the things I think this has affected is his appetite. ANYWAYS, there he is, crouching around in the backyard, following something. This is odd behavior, of course, so I watch, and my husband is quick, but he was like lighning, and he got this raccoon just straight out of the blue, catches it and EATS it. What is wrong with him? What is wrong with everyone? RAW. We've eaten weird stuff in lean times that he's caught, but raw? I just don't understand it. He needs to go to a doctor, he really does. And maybe so do I. But, we can't go on like this.
Monday, July 13, 2009
It's amazing to me how easy it is to forget things, how easy it is to "get back to normal," as it were. Just a little over a week after a murder in our town, things seem pretty "normal." I mean, they're not totally "normal," of course, in fact, I think it would be hard pressed to think that things would ever be normal again, but everyone's back to the blah day to day routine--even myself. Especially my kids, at that age, you know, all that matters is your toys and they were upset about the murders because they had to stay at home at night instead of run around the neighborhood. I should be glad I'm getting back to normal, but instead, I feel strange. Unsettled. Like we were supposed to be dealing with something and we didn't. Which is basically true. On the other hand, life goes on. She will be remembered.
The only thing I WISH was back to normal is my husband's sleep schedule!!!! I can't believe I'm STILL saying this. STILL. Up all night, sleep all day. It's like he's in tune with the sun---backwards. I am on the exact opposite schedule as him, it's too weird. I think it's becoming the time where I can say something to him. He's been home a long, long while now. And he needs to pick up and get a job. I've been holding my tongue on that one, but it's time for that too. Does he deserve some time off, yes. Does he need to take this much time off. No, no, no!
Will keep you posted.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
I guess we're all trying to get back to normal after the ordeal. We all believe now that it was not a serial killer, so that's good. I think he would have struck again by now if he was. Or maybe he was a serial killer and he's just moving on to a different town, to different people. As long as he's not bothering me, that's all I care about! It sounds selfish, I know, but what do you want? I'm a mother. I can't even think of something happening to the children, but even me, what would happen to them. I'm all they have if my husband gets another job overseas. Very sad, all of it. But, we're just trying to move forward and not forget. They'll be a tree planting ceremony this weekend and that'll be the final closure for everyone. I just hope we can get it.
I even went to work today, although I don't think a tooth cleaning was super high on everyone's list of priorities. Very empty, which was fine with me. I just needed to sit and think anyways (don't worry, I did LOOK busy to the passer by). Just about everything. Life is really fragile. I think I was shocked (heck, the whole town was) by the abruptness of the way that she died and the way that she died, but what we didn't realize was all the things we're supposed to, like we're mortal as well. How to live our lives. All of that came rushing through me and I have a couple of improvements I'd like to make.
1. More time with family! Always on my list.
2. Get hubby off of weird sleeping schedule. He needs to be productive again.
3. This blog! Try to be a "writer" that I'd like to.
4. Maybe go back to school? Hahahahaha that'll never happen.
5. Call people more.
That's all I got so far...and I'd better get started!
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
The service was indeed beautiful, a tribute to her soul which I know will reside in heaven. Everyone from the town came out and my hubby and others patrolled the perimeter of the place for anything unusual. I know it sounds a little vigilante, but we wouldn't want a terrorist blowing up the whole town in the blink of an eye. Not that I think it was terrorism, but I feel like there's nothing we shouldn't be ready for at this point. Nothing at all.
The most incredibly moving thing about the service (besides the prayers, of course) was at the very end, one of the dogs started howling. A very sad, mournful howl, just about how everyone felt. Then, on cue, all of the other dogs in the neighborhood joined in. I'll tell you, the only thing missing was if it had started raining. It was real beautiful and real perfect.
But, the saddest part was that there was no one from her family that came. I don't know if they knew, even (I surely didn't tell them), but we were the only ones, like a family. Which is fine with me, but I wish she had someone.
I am still not convinced that my hubby is off the post trauma thing. I just think that he maybe now has something to do with his time that makes sense. I read up on a link and there seems to be a lot of things similar, but who knows? I'm not a doctor. Still hasn't adjusted to our time.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
With everything going on, this Michael Jackson funeral is not helping one bit! Oh my goodness. Everyone's displacing all of their feelings onto Michael or the funeral or onto each other. The whole town is a mess. No one goes out after dark except for a small posse of men patrolling 24 hours a day. It was actually my idea that they do that, do you know that most violent crimes happen before 9pm. It's true. Very strange, but true. It's not what you think, but what is these days?
I didn't go to work, in fact, I don't even know if work is open. No clue. I just called and left a message and that's it. Everything's shut down unless it needs to be open, like the grocery, etc, but not even Tammy's Clothes is open. I mean, who would buy clothes at a time like this? I suppose some people would.
Mickael's memorial was today, and hers will be tomorrow. I hope it is equally beautiful. The whole town plans to be there. No serial killer can kill a whole town!!!
Monday, July 6, 2009
I'm so sorry I haven't written, but what's been going on has been too terrible/shocking/unbelievable to even mention until I've had some time to process it.
I think the last time I posted, it was just before the big hoopla that we usually have in the neighborhood around the 4th of July. Everyone was real excited, bbq, etc. I was going to make a baked Alaska. Well, the night of the 3rd, one of our neighbors, god rest her soul, was found dead in the creek behind the town. I don't want to give her name yet, just because this seems to be a really cheap way to talk about it and I don't want her family to somehow find out on a blog, that would be too dreadful. The worst part was that a couple of kids found her. It was just awful. But the weird thing was that she was exsanguinated, not drowned, or so the official report said. In case you didn't know (and I had to look it up), that means that she was drained of all her blood! No one even knows how that possibly could have happened, and we're all in a stupor/shock/I don't even know about it. Luckily (and I say that with all due respect), she was single, no kids, so at least she didn't leave a family behind. I don't even know if that's better or worse.
The police are on the case, thank god, and a couple of guys are just going and checking out some strange people living on the outskirts. With that serial killer on the loose in South Carolina, you don't want to be too careful. Now's not the time to be too PC, let me tell you.
So, we're on red alert lockdown here at my house. My husband is being particularly vigilant, and I'm wondering if it's the concern about our family or that other little thing I mentioned not long ago. Who knows? All I do is that I'm scared out of my wits over here and I want some answers!!!!
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
I swear! I think if it's not one thing, it will be another. Thing to get ready for, that is. It seems as though all we do is get ready for this or that. Too funny!
Now, we're getting ready for 4th of July. And boy, is it a job. 4th of July on my block is no joke, in fact, it's an impromptu block party every year. Well, this year, we've decided to make it official and we're having a block party, block party now. Not closing off the street or getting a bouncy house or anything like that, but still. I'm in charge of the baked alaska. Boy, does everyone love a baked alaska. And I sure can make one. But, everyone's got their station, and grills will be going all night. I'm sure more than one grill war will break out. It's a lot of work, but a lot of fun, too, don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining!
We also have wars for the best fireworks. Everyone gets them illegal (I know it's a bad example for the kids, but sometimes, what the heck! It's not like we're buying them drugs) and boy do we have a show. We don't have a local show and no one wants to drive that night. Nevermind that we're drinking--everyone else is too!
I grumble, but I am very much looking forward to the party, especially for the kids.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
I think I might have been all wrong about everything, as I sometimes am. :) Last night, my husband was his right self again, and in a big way. We had a wonderful family dinner, where he was laughing and playing with the kids as if he'd never been gone.
Remember that coyote that has been in the backyard. Well, my Chubby Hubby took right good care of him last night. It was very strange, like he sensed him. And silly me, I thought he was having a war flashback or something. I can be not the brightest bulb sometimes. He runs outside after grabbing the shotgun off the wall and dispatches this thing within seconds. I mean, my husband is a SHOT. One of the things I l-o-v-e about him. I'll be damned if that thing wasn't bigger than he was. And he just dragged it off to, well, somewhere, who knows? Who cares! Problem solved.
The REAL problem solved. My protector, my lover, the father of my children is finally, finally home.
Monday, June 29, 2009
This weekend has been nothing but watching Michael Jackson stuff, talking about Michael Jackson, everything Michael Jackson! I have to say, that I didn't realize he was all THAT much of a star, and also that my husband liked him so much. He seems to have taken his death very hard, I have to say, it is a little strange. Not that it's not sad or anything like that, of course it is, of course! But, my husband is acting like someone he knew died, like a family member. He's constantly watching coverage and when he's not doing that, he's listening to music and "remembering." He even told me that he felt that he was dead inside. Also, it's been a week and he still hasn't gotten on our sleep schedule, I'm starting to think that he doesn't want to.
I actually looked up PTSD online. Hubby thinks it's a hoax, but a lot of the things that he's doing are the same as what's online. He'd never admit to it or anything, but I wonder if he doesn't have it. It's a little scary because it can get pretty serious--not that I think he's going to kill me or anything. We don't have great health insurance, but if we need to, god help us, we'll find a way.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
I simply cannot believe that Michael Jackson is dead. I mean, I really can't believe it. I thought he would always be around. And that he was in good health! He was supposed to play a show in Vegas. I might have even gone to see him, although I might not have brought my son, hahahaha. I'm sorry, it's so awful of my to joke about the dead like that. And such bad luck, probably. I did love him when I was a kid, I really did. There was a radio station here that was playing all his music when he was on trial in support (I did NOT support him, BTW), but it was classic song after classic song. Say what you want about him, he sure could do the music. Sure could sing and dance.
I'm hearing now that he might not be dead, but I heard it on TMZ so why would they post it if it wasn't true. They would have a huge lawsuit if it wasn't true!
I don't know what my favorite Michael Jackson song is. There are so many good ones! Favorite video is definitely "Thriller" duh, but favorite song--Billie Jean. Such a sad, wonderful song.
I have to get out the records (yes, you read right, records) and teach the kids something about history!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Oh, pooh! I just wrote this whole blog about all of this stuff and it got deleted! What the heck just happened?!?! I'm so mad!
The gist of it is that my hubby and I got to talking last night, as much as we do, and he's seen some stuff where he is. That everyone over there is forgotten by us americans and the private contractors are the most reviled of them all. We stayed up late into the night talking about all of everything. I can tell it's tough for him and that I hope me and the kids are going to be enough for him to move on from the challenging experience that he just had. I sure hope so (and I do think it will be). But, boy, there's a war going on there, people! Don't you forget it! And don't hate the private contractors because they're making more money. Most of them are service boys trying to make a buck for their families. They have the same goals as you do--freedom and the American way.
Boy, am I tired. With the talk and hubby clomping around last night, not much time for sleeping!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
I have to say that the toughest part of having the hubby home is the jet lag. He's in a totally different time zone--a totally different universe than the rest of us! He's trying to adjust, but hey, it's only been two days. And he's really tired, sleeps the whole day away, from sunup to sundown. I try to stay up as long as I can with him, but I'm tired myself. We don't eat usually until 9:00 and by then the kids are so tired that they can barely hold a fork. And I am, too, frankly.
As it turns out, his contracting firm was kicked out of Iraq. We keep on trying to see it on the news, but it hasn't happened, thank God. All of the Blackwater stuff was so humiliating. He won't say yet what all happened, although I am sure it is the last thing he wants to think about is being back there. I'm hoping that his next job is here at home, although I don't know too many places hiring at present. But, you never know! Stranger things have happened.
Speaking of strange, guess who got a taste of my husband last night--that stupid coyote. It again didn't do anything, but it just stared and stared. Oddly, my husband didn't shoot it right off, although the kids were around and I'm sure he didn't want to scare them. Maybe next time! My hubby never really has a problem shooting anything.
Well, gotta go! Dinner to make.
Monday, June 22, 2009
How sweet it is. You forget, really, when your man is gone, how nice it is to have him home. I love caring for the kids, of course, but there's something extra special about everything when he comes home. You feel like your life has a fullness that you didn't have before. Again, I feel that way when my kids are gone, too, not to diminish what they do, but it is different when the chubby hubby comes home. :)
He actually got to come home for a little bit of Father's Day, which was AMAZING. We knew that he was going to possibly come, so we had everything prepared, with a sign and presents that the kids made and everything. I got him a couple of things, razor, shaving cream, and I cooked a huge steak dinner which I kept warming. The kids were pissed that they couldn't do their usual wolfing down of the food, but I kept it pretty good with them, they were just so excited for their Daddy to come home. This weekend, we're going to throw a big party, but last night was just for us.
Around 9pm (yes, the kids were sleepy as heck), he strolled in the door like he'd never been gone. My heart was racing and I know my kids' was too. I let them run to him first, even though I was chomping at the bit to see him. Finally I ran over, was wrapped in his big, muscular arms, and everything was okay. We kissed and hugged and laughed and both cried a little and we all hugged as a family. My hubby comes and goes with his work and it is always a miracle when he returns. He loved the dinner and the gifts and we ate until midnight. The kids went to bed and we had our private time, which is always a little awkward at first, but when we remember each other, it is amazing again.
He's all screwed up with the jet lag, so he was up until the butt crack of dawn this morning. When I woke up at 5am, he was still up, watching TV, but went to bed right before the sun came up. Today, he's just been around the house, putzing round, already fixing stuff! Such a welcome relief.
Friday, June 19, 2009
There is too too much to do and of course when there's too much to do, something inevitably goes wrong. It wasn't a particularly huge, huge thing, but I fainted. I actually fainted! Can you believe it? I have no idea why, either, that is the strangest part. I guess exhaustion, I've been running around like a mad, mad woman. And I suppose I should go to the doctor, but who's got the time? Or the money? We have health insurance, but it's still a cost. And who knows what my Husband's job situation will be anyways.
Fainting was such a strange experience. I never had before. I thought I would feel nothing if I fainted, but time actually slowed a minute, and I saw my vision tunnel to a point and then, well, I woke up on the floor. I was alone, which was kind of scary. You never think something bad like that is going to happen to you in your own home, but you never know. I haven't told anyone (that I know), but whatever.
The house is in order, for the most part. This weekend, it's going to be shopping, shopping, shopping, dinner is going to be AMAZING on Monday!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
And I mean it this time! I am SO busy with getting the house ready, you have no idea the work going into it right now. It's insane! Even the kids are running around like crazy people and to get them to do anything, you know it must be important. Now, I'm just counting the days, getting everything ready, usually I have more time to prepare. But, it has been a madhouse.
Nothing from Hubby, though, since he said he was coming back. Not an e-mail or phone call. He must be running around crazy too, I guess! No rest for the wicked, let me tell you that. And the flight he has to take--I swear, everyone thinks the private contractors have it made, but I'm here to tell you that they do not. I believe it's literally 24 hours travel time. And that's with no problems.
That damned coyote came back again today. This time, I thought I'd take action. At first, I thought I'd shoot it, but then I wouldn't know what to do with the body of it, it's so damned big. I suppose Bill could come over and take care of it. Then I thought about Animal Control, but who am I kidding, they don't help nobody. So, I just closed the door again and it just looked at me. I thought about throwing a rock, but with the kids and all....
Countdown! Say a ton of prayers that I get everything done...
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
I'm going on and on like y'all know me, so I thought I'd fill you in a little bit on myself. I still can't figure out how to connect the darned camera to the computer, so I don't have a picture. I would say I'm pretty, although not as pretty as I was in high school. I've gained a bit of baby weight since then (yes, I know my kids are 8 and 10) and cooking for everyone makes it hard to keep the pounds off. I'm not fat particularly, just more curvy. I'm a pretty frizzy blonde--hair's a little damaged and I wear lots of makeup--I love makeup. I don't have a lot of expensive clothes, although I do have expensive taste and would rather have one nice thing than 10 not so nice things. That's just me!
"On the town" means that I wanted to tell you more about my town, but there's not all that much to say I guess. We have a Wal Mart, a bunch of fast food joints, the usual supermarket, that sort of thing. I thought it could be a whole blog entry, but it's just too boring. Close knit community, couple of bars, but it doesn't get too rowdy. "Blue collar" as they say. We've been hit a bit with the recession, couple of families unemployed, which is scary. But, we'll pull through, we always do. Not the worst thing that's going to happen. Not the worst thing that's ever happened.
The good news is that I put my nose to the grindstone and got a lot of cleaning done. The kids are so excited their daddy's coming home that they even chipped in, no whining! 6 more days!!!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Last night, I officially got over any fears I had about my Chubby Hubby returning and got straight to being excited. Then, I got straight to being terrified since, I hate to say, my housework has slipped (just a little) since he's been gone. Not a staggering amount, but having no help with the kids, etc, has gotten it a little out of control. Which is OK, I'm not completely freaking...yet. Especially the kids' rooms, I don't have the energy to force a military clean policy (although they do make their beds every night). But, that's their problem! I have the rest of the house to worry about.
So, last night, I decided I needed to get to it and start. With only a little bit to go, it's not soon enough! I have a redbud tree out in the backyard (think purple flowers). Well, those purple flowers like to get ALL OVER the backyard. That was my first task with the light I had left and I figure I'd tackle the house tomorrow (that means today--eek!) It was such a beautiful night with the sun going down, not too many bugs (thanks to my candles) and the kids were inside doing god knows what (and I don't give a hoot). I'm doing a good bit, almost done, when this HUGE coyote comes in the yard. Now, I know wildlife and we have a lot of wildlife in my area, and I'm not scared of much, but this thing was a monster. It looked like a wolf, but even bigger than that. It was the single biggest coyote I ever did see. Now, I told you I'm not scared of that kind of stuff, but when I saw him, you bet your britches I ran straight back into the house, hollering bloody murder and locking all the doors. He wasn't menacing me or mean, in fact, he was just looking at me and he didn't have those beady eyes that coyotes usually have. It was definitely the last straw in me WANTING MY HUBBY HOME!!!
Now, to the housecleaning. And the shopping! Steak dinners are in order.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Sorry I haven't written lately, I got some amazing (and a little confusing) news on Saturday. It turns out my husband is coming back from Iraq as early as next week! I can't help but be excited, but also I'm wondering what is going on. It could be just for a visit, they do occasionally send them home as a treat. I don't think he was fired (at least I hope not). My big concern is that ever since those darned Blackwater guys (my hubby's not with Blackwater) got in all that trouble, that the so called private contractors (even thought they're in harm's way as much as anyone) are getting all the flack for everyone's screwups. I hope the whole company didn't get kicked out or my husband got involved with something, that would be such a mess. But, I have to think positive. It could be just a lucky vacation and I'm getting all worked up for nothing. Phones, e-mail, etc are few and far between, but I will let you know the details as I do.
Mainly--HE'S COMING HOME!!!!!
Thursday, June 11, 2009
I'm home early from my job at the dentist's office today. All of our patients were done! I guess with the economy, people don't have the money to go to the dentist as much, especially if they don't have dental insurance. The only way we can go, really, is because I work for one, even though technically I guess he's not supposed to work on his employees. But, who's going to check, the dental police?!?
Speaking of weird things (I am imagining the dental police would be pretty weird hahahaha), I got a call from someone today asking for their dental visit...at night! Isn't that the funnies thing you've ever heard? First of all, does ANYONE, even in a big city, go to the dentist at night? Secondly, doesn't this guy know he lives in Bakersville?!? Too much! I mean, really.
So....I was going to pick the kids up from camp early, but then I thought...hmmm...maybe not. Nothing too exciting, I did some cleaning I've been meaning to do and caught a minute of Dr. Phil, which I usually like and catch in the evening, but the topic was kids and drugs which I could care less about. Not that I don't have concern and everything for kids on drugs, but it's too depressing and frankly not my problem.
Time to go now! Is my "me" time gone so fast already?
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
As I am sure you were anxiously wondering, last night we did not go to "Up," nor did we eat said casserole that I made on Sunday. I know you were up nights thinking on that one!
My friend Samantha (and you'll find that funny in a minute when I tell you) dropped by with a steak dinner and a bottle of red wine. Apparently her Chubby Hubby (and he is a chubby hubby for real hahahaha) "made too much steak." In Bakersville, this is a common occurrence, especially since we have a lot of military families, private contractors, firemen, policemen, etc, where the wives are home alone. A lot. Samantha's husband is one such policeman and my husband mysteriously "grills too much" when her husband is on call. It's very cute and funny.
So, anyways, being the summer, she brings her kids over (close enough in age) and an impromptu sleepover occurs. We sit on the screened-in porch and eat our steak and drink the wine. I only have one glass since I'm the only one with the kids and she finishes the whole bottle. She's one of a group of four friends (see where I'm headed?) and we've all known each other since high school, some even earlier than that. We try and have "girls night" at least once a month, and we're just like the girls in "Sex and the City." All we do is talk about sex, drink and talk about our husbands. It's so much fun. So, Samantha and I had our mini-girls night, which was always a laugh riot.
Samantha's actually pretty interesting because she brought her husband into town, where most people meet their husbands in town. Miss Fancy Pants went to 2 years of college, enough to meet Bill and drag him back here. I guess they call that an MRS degree hahahahaha. He was studying to be a forensic criminal investigator (whatever the heck that means), but then came here and found his true calling--a cop. I know them both pretty well and they have their share of problems, but overall, pretty happy.
No "Up" tonight either, but we are going to have the casserole.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Me! And I'm sure it will be yours soon enough hahahahaha. I don't really know what else to write about yet, but I'm sure I will figure it out.
I've been reading a lot of blogs, and that's been helpful in learning how to do mine. It seems that people talk a lot about the day-to-day, at least the ones that I'm interested in. Or opinions on things, and the Lord knows, I sure have opinions on things. :)
One thing that I forgot to mention in my previous post is that my Chubby Hubby is away in Iraq--but, it's not what you think! He's ex-military, so he's with a private company and making buckets of money to send back to us. It's hard having him away from me and the kids and in harm's way, but we're making due. I know it's important to him to provide the excellent living that he provides for us and so I take the absences with a smile on my face.
So, it won't be surprising to you that I had a VERY busy day today! Woke up at my usual 5AM (I do that so that I have an hour of quiet, ME time where I have my coffee, etc.), got the kids ready for camp (thank GOD for camp, I don't know what I'd do without it), took them to camp, took me to work, worked (yawn, I know), came home (I have an early shift--I'm done at three), cleaned (I'm a neat freak), put the casserole in the oven (I make four on Sunday for the week). The kids came home (our neighbor friend was kind enough) and the chaos begins! I should write this blog in my morning time, but that routine is so precious, I don't know if I can.
Tonight, we might see "Up" as a treat. Or I might save it for later in the week. I will keep you posted!
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Hello, everyone in cyberspace! This is BakersGirl (no, I'm not married to a baker, although I do love to bake), otherwise known as the Happy Housewife 1979! I'm actually not technically a housewife, I have "real" job (hahahaha) as a receptionist at a dentist's office, but being a housewife is what I love and want to do, the other is just to make money. I PROMISE that I will learn more of the computer in the blogs coming up, I learned so much in just setting this up! My Chubby Hubby (yes, he knows I call him this hahahaha) didn't think that I could do it at all, so I showed him! Soon I'll be posting pics, links, even video!
A little about me--been married 10 years and have a 10 year old and an 8 year old. It's not what you think, we didn't "have" to get married--we wanted to, we've been sweethearts since 8th grade!!! My kids and my home are my life, but I'm not planning on having any more! Two is plenty. I'm turning 30 this year (I can't believe it!) and I think I'm pretty happy with the way things are going. It's not exactly where I'd expected to be, but when does that ever happen?That's the basics, although I'm sure you'll be learning more and more about me as the blog progresses.
Thanks for reading and I'll see you in cyberspace!