Yeah, dudes, I've been blogging when I'm passing out, so some of what I've written lately doesn't make sense or has the wrong word. Oops. My bad. Still, tonight is no exception.
Work was work. A tad stressful. There is a new doctor, and we're all getting used to each other. I just want to get through tomorrow and have my weekend. Joe has written me another letter requesting more food. Dick. So I guess there will be a care package part deux. Who knows if it will make it there in time, but I'll sure try. Also on the docket for this weekend is changing out his car battery. God, I'm a lot of fun. I might go see a friend or something for a hair trim since she's in school for cosmetology. Or, I may just lay motionless on the ground while Lu bites my hair and Dexter stands over me. Whichever. Both sound fine.
Today was mowing day. I only did the backyard. Fuck it. To do the front I have to move Joe's car. Which means I have to jump it with my car and then move it and let it run, blah blah blah. Also, I didn't feel like mowing the damn front. Lawn mowing days are the worst. It's the day all my emotions about being along are represented in a very physical way - dirty, sweaty pain. It's a reminder that I do everything, and there is no one really to help me. I get so mad at Joe when I push the mower. I always write about this, and for at least the remainder of his Army career, I will continue to desire being taken care of instead of doing it all. I'm bipolar about this separation; I know. Sometimes I'm high off of a letter or pride and sometimes I want to beat the hell out of him because I'm mowing the lawn (again) or dealing with the air conditioner or changing the ceiling vents around so they face the opposite direction. Do you know how hard it is to take ceiling vents out and then reinstall them with only two arms and gravity working against you? It's ridiculous. But then I read about how stressed Joe is and how hard he's working and how much he loves me (yay)...only to wake up the following morning to find Lu has puked in the living room (again) and fulling knowing that it will be me and only me who cleans it up. Can a girl get some seroquel up in here???
Kidding. But on a serious, yet brighter note, my sister was accepted into dental school today. She's worked so hard and was just recently awarded her bachelor's in biology (hello tough stuff). The hard work has now gotten her to the next level, and I couldn't be more proud. She has stuck to her plan - get the hell out of Rolla and make something of herself. One of us will amount to something yet! I just hope she'll allow me to be her office manager one day (I scrapped being a hygienist, Ari - better at organizing). :-)
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Even when Ryan is here I still feel like I'm doing an awful lot. Guys are straight rediculous. He could live in nasty filth and not bat an eyelash.
Congrats to your sister! I had a roommate who was Pre Dental, so I know that wasn't an easy road.
First of all, I'm proud of Arielle too! YAY!!!
Second, I totally get the whole mowing-the-yard-thing. It doesn't bother me much now but it sure bothered me at Edwards AFB. I'm sure the desert didn't help either but I'd get soo pissed mowing that damn yard while Paul was at work or TDY. It's the classic "let the little wifey take care of these things while the husband is at the front line protecting the country". Sure, it was just a yard but it was a pain in the ass just keeping the grass alive, let alone GREEN. And it was always so balls hot. Yeah, I still have my own issues from those military wife days. Things like that stick with you forever. And I know for a fact you have it much harder than I ever did! YOU GO GIRL! I should send YOU a care package!!!
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