Well, I've been a slacker. BIG TIME. So I thought I'd do an update post. Not that you care but you know so I don't feel like such a slacker.
*I'm sick AGAIN! And this time I can't sleep. I woke up every hour and a half or so last night and let me tell you that sucks. I never have trouble sleeping so a nap during my lunch break today was necessary.
**There's been a lot of drama going on over the last 2 weekends, thankfully only 2% involved me. And that's always a good feeling. Drama is terrible but when it's not yours it's somewhat tolerable.
***Paranormal Activity. OH. MY. GOSH. SCARIEST. MOVIE. I. HAVE. EVER. SEEN. There were some of the scenes that stuck in my head so when I laid my blonde head down to sleep I would see those scenes and I'd have to sing the "Favorite Things" song from the Sound of Music to try and forget about it. I had chill bumps for a solid 30 minutes after we saw the movie. It was so disturbing and left me quite unsettled. (Needless to say this wasn't why I couldn't sleep last night). After doing some research yesterday about the movie I started to think it wasn't as scary as I originally thought. But still it's pretty damn freaky.
****I found out that my parent's had to put my childhood dog to sleep. I won't tell you how long I cried. She was a chihuahua and she was 11 and she was mine first. I got her when I was a junior in high school and when I went to college she lived with my parents, and then my grandfather got attached to her so by the time I could have her in an apartment I didn't feel right taking her away from him and then my grandfather died and my mom became very attached to her so I couldn't take her away then either. So, I did the logical thing and drew up adoption papers and legally made her their dog. (seriously) I just hate that she got that sick and that my mom had to make the decision to put her down, I know that was really hard on her. It was a sad day.
*****I have to have a biopsy done tomorrow. You know, those bad tests results I got. Well, this is the second step and I am SCARED. It couldn't come at a worse time either. Mr. Ski got his disability rating from the Army so we should done...really done by the end of January. So that means no more insurance. Which only raises my scared level from a 10 to a 20. Please don't let it be what they think it is.
That's all the updates I can think of. Hopefully, I'll be back on the blogging train more regularly soon.