But, that would be a lie. Instead, what I have been, is one fat lazy un-blogger who totally sucks at blogging. I read blogs each and every day. My very very favorite is Chris
. She just totally cracks me up. She is funny and she is real and I love her. And, if she ever reads this she will be wondering who this crazy girl is that is totally stalking her...not to worry, I'd never actually harm her...I love to read her blog to much for that.
So, what was I talking about? Oh, yes. Me sucking. Chad's favorite subject. Ha! Hahaha. Ok, movin' on...
So, in the last, what? 2 months since I've posted something? My boy has started first grade and absolutely loves it. Yay for him. Emma has gone through this horrible Fifth Disease, kawasaki disease thing. I swear it was Kawasaki Disease, her doctor thinks I'm stupid and says its Fifth Disease. I'm sorry, but she had almost all the symptoms of Kawasaki and only one of Fifth (the rash)...so whatever. Stupid doctors trying to diagnose my daughter like they know more than me. Cuz, you know, who needs MEDICAL SCHOOL? I have the INTERNET. Who's the doctor now, buddy? Anyway, she's all better. Hopefully with no heart defects or aneurysms or any other scary stuff caused by the untreated kawasaki disease/fifth disease/whatever it was that turned her into a VERY.MEAN.PERSON.
Anything else? Anything at all? I feel like I should have so much to say and really...what is there? My life, as we all know, is quite boring. Ooh, I know, I know! Chad had a job interview and he got called for an aptitude test...if that goes well (and it will knowing my smart little hubby) he will go for a second interview and if that goes well...I won't be sooooo poor anymore. Right now, we are eating the grass out of our garden we are so poor. Ok, ok, I'm exagerating, but really...he took a 4 dollar an hour paycut when the company he worked for closed. And, hi, thats a LOT of money. A whole lot. Enough to make me want to cry.every.day. So, this new job interview he is going for...it pays 4 dollars MORE than he was making at his last company!! That's an 8 dollar/hour raise! God, if he doesn't get this job I will leave him. (Not really, but he doesn't know that. I figure it will help if he's under a lot of pressure.)
Ok, and one more thing...man, I can ramble. I just started taking Lexapro. No, I'm not asking you to come pat me on the back and tell me good job. I was just saying...I started Lexapro. So, there. Now you know. Its only day 3, but seriously...I think its helping a bit already. I guess I should explain...I'm not depressed. Seriously. Not. Depressed. I'm just a big fat moody bitch. Its true...the doctor wrote it in my patient chart...so there, I have proof. I have been professionaly diagnosed by a real live doctor as a big fat moody bitch. But, thats all going to change..atleast it better.