Well after a longer than expected hiatus from blogging, I think I'm back! Do I really NEED to say I've missed you guys? I mean really? You know it right? I always forget that when I force myself to stay awake (like I did when my bestie was here) I end up paying for it for weeks. I haven't been able to get ENOUGH sleep lately. I wake up and an hour later I feel like I'm about to fall asleep on my feet. Not to mention the focus it takes to write anything, whether it's a blog post or working on my novel which has suffered like crazy with me being so freaking tired. Anyhow.....life goes on, right?
It's been an interesting few weeks to say the least. The Kitty princess had tonsillitis, and another recurrence of mono which she seems to struggle with every year about this time. Word to the wise? If you've got a doctor you trust, don't let them talk you into seeing another one. The first appointment she had, the doctor checked her out, said they could do a strep test, but they're not always very accurate, said it's probably a virus and antibiotics would only build up in her system and cause them to eventually become ineffective. Twenty five bucks for this right?
Of course, if there's a bug within twelve thousand eight hundred and fourteen miles of me, I'm going to get it too. Since I only go to the doctor if limbs are hanging by tendons and getting blood all over my carpet, I struggled through a few different bugs I think. The whole get sick, feel a little better, get sick again, feel a little better, get kicked in the ass kinda thing. What's a girl to do? Deal with it.
NOW for the boyfriend situation. At the end of week one, Kitty discovered that he'd removed her from his relationship thingy on Facebook. I'm not even going to go into how much social networking sites affect relationships right now. Needless to say, a meltdown that would make nuclear warfare look like sandbox play commenced. The Kitty princess threw things, screamed, cried, deleted him from her Facebook, removed all tags on photos, deleted pictures, gathered up all his "stuff" from her room and made me take it away, it was both horrific and beautiful to watch all at the same time. I'm of course thinking, God I hate this, but FINALLY she's rid of him! Right?
Asshole discovers she's kicked him out of her life and goes full blown emo. Tears, begging, pleading, the whole nine yards. Tells her what a dick he's been, how he's screwed up the ONLY thing that ever mattered to him, doesn't want to live without her, wants to spend the rest of his life with her, yada, yada, yada. I tell her, nay BEG her to not talk to him. She doesn't for a while, but after a dozen or more missed calls, he starts texting her, wears her down. I tell her, nay BEG her again, to NOT make a decision immediately. Does she listen? Pssssht. She's 18, ie. hell to the no. Gives him another chance. He promises to be a good boy, to respect her, dote on her, get a job, etc., etc., etc.
She goes to his house a few days later. Gets home, and takes a call from him to tell her his parents are taking him to the emergency room. Great. Sympathy. They sent him home. He goes back the next night, and they do an ultrasound which they didn't do before since they diagnosed him with gas. Are we seeing a pattern here folks? He's got a gall bladder full of stones and it's about to rupture. So he has surgery. More sympathy. Sorry, I can't feel pity for him. I'm trying not to hope he's in agonizing pain, because that would just be mean. Anyway, because he has no job, no insurance, no nothing except an awesome yet gullible girlfriend, a nice person at the hospital informs him he gets the entire hospital visit for free, and oh wait! There's more! Have emergency surgery for a limited time only and you get not ONE, but TWELVE months of FREE healthcare! Yay! Fantastic. Meanwhile, I'm paying the SAME hospital for an emergency room visit where they nearly killed me. Ironic no?
Yet again, I digress.
Good news? Yes! The Kitty Princess got her acceptance letter to the VCU School of the Arts, being either (depending on who you're talking to or where you're looking) either the first, second or fourth top public art school in the nation. Harder to get into than a crack addict to Harvard. Can't even express how proud I am of her. She submitted her essay, sixteen pieces of her artwork, her ACT scores, two recommendations, and a crap ton of other stuff, and she made it! Now, we're just waiting until March to find out if she got the full scholarship. She's applying for others just in case, because God knows Mama and Daddy have spent her entire college savings trying to keep a roof over our heads the past four or five years.
Now, let's see what else.....still waiting to hear if my disability claim has been accepted. I've been stalking the mailman in my cow pants, I think he's starting to worry, but hey, at least that brings a little bit of joy to a mailbox that's been full of nothing but junk mail and more bills.
Hubby has called a headhunter. His excema has gotten so bad that he doesn't even have to touch the chemicals he's working with now. All he has to do is breathe them in, and instant breakouts covering most of his body. It's painful to see, I can't even imagine how painful it is to experience. Not sure how it's all going to work out at any rate. Apparently there are jobs in Texas, which wow, have I mentioned how much I love Texas? BUT with the kiddo starting college, it would have to be a "can't turn down" kinda thing for us to pick up and move. We'll see how it goes I guess.
And that my friends, is the past month in a nutshell. Hope everyone has been well and hopefully I'll be back to my normal self soon!