Sunday, March 29, 2009

My Weekends

You see, the girls that I play Mario Kart online with...ya know, the ones in Misery Missouri? Well, on the weekends they become too busy for me. Usually, I just pout in my little house in the Hood, but this weekend I decided it was time to stick up for myself. So I whined a little and got ignored alot. Then, oh boy and then I decided to get some revenge. And make myself look like a total nutcase in front of Michelle's sister who I am positive is wondering why in the hell her sister speaks to me at all. Even if I am only good enough during the week. Here is the beautiful IM conversation that occured this evening. Enjoy.

Just to help you out, Psychostalker is me. I changed my name to further make myself seem looney to Michelle's sister. The places where it says I (or Michelle) say something but it's blank? That would be the emoticon (or smilies) that we used. They don't copy/paste into blogger well apparently. That is all. Carry on.


Psychostalker says:
liar liar pants on fire
MICHELLE says:
MICHELLE says:
you're so funny
MICHELLE says:
amber is here now
MICHELLE says:
you werent the only one messaging me btw
Psychostalker says:
whatd i do thats so funny
MICHELLE says:
liar liar pants
Psychostalker says:
oh
Psychostalker says:
see
Psychostalker says:
you said mk
Psychostalker says:
3 ppl cant mk from same house turd
Psychostalker says:
tyvm amber for pointing out that i am YET AGAIN left out =))
Psychostalker says:
oops
Psychostalker says:
MICHELLE says:
oh but when amber leaves we're playing mk
Psychostalker says:
rightttttttt well im sure ill be asleep LONG bfore that
Psychostalker says:
dammit
Psychostalker says:
so you gonna come to OK next weekend?
Psychostalker says:
hmmm?
Psychostalker says:
Psychostalker says:
i knew you wouldnt punk
Psychostalker says:
whatev
Psychostalker says:
play your stupid rockband
Psychostalker says:
it makes your tits bigger is what i read
Psychostalker says:
good luck with that
Psychostalker says:
big titty girls hump wit it
Psychostalker says:
i think its hoes but thats not nice
Psychostalker says:
am i bugging you yet?
Psychostalker says:
damn im annoying
MICHELLE says:
i'm dying here reading it outloud
Psychostalker says:
Psychostalker says:
im so much fun
Psychostalker says:
but you wouldnt know
Psychostalker says:
cuz you forget i exist
Psychostalker says:
all of you
Psychostalker says:
get them tig ole bitties
MICHELLE says:
we love you dana
Psychostalker says:
im gonna do my comedy show
Psychostalker says:
right her in your box
Psychostalker says:
live and not in color
Psychostalker says:
in horse
Psychostalker says:
s
Psychostalker says:
cuz my pics are scary and nekkid
Psychostalker says:
and my boobs are big enough i dont need rockband
Psychostalker says:
wheres my pill bottle friend anyway
Psychostalker says:
am i pathetic enough yet?
Psychostalker says:
*rolls ey es*
Psychostalker says:
gotta put a space in there or it says e
Psychostalker says:
and thats dumb
Psychostalker says:
do you think your computer will blow up
Psychostalker says:
if i continue this?
Psychostalker says:
you would think a person would get tired of talkin to themself
Psychostalker says:
not me
Psychostalker says:
nope
Psychostalker says:
i like talking
Psychostalker says:
i like alanis btw
Psychostalker says:
good job on that
Psychostalker says:
im thirsty
Psychostalker says:
vodka tonic anyone?
Psychostalker says:
no?
Psychostalker says:
damn
Psychostalker says:
stop throwin stuff at me
Psychostalker says:
its not nice
Psychostalker says:
is your sound on?
Psychostalker says:
is this messing with your rockband?
Psychostalker says:
i lied
Psychostalker says:
a person does get bored talking to themself
Psychostalker says:
is themself a word?
Psychostalker says:
ill have to look into thatt
Psychostalker says:
-t
Psychostalker says:
only one t on that
Psychostalker says:
well two but only one at the end
Psychostalker says:
Psychostalker says:
do you like my name?
Psychostalker says:
NO YOU DID NOT PUT YOUR STATUS TO AWAY WHILE IM TALKING
Psychostalker says:
im gonna send my horses after you
Psychostalker says:
i think im going to have to copy/paste this into a blog
Psychostalker says:
it would be great for the world to know how you people treat me
Psychostalker says:
and that im crazy enough to talk to myself for 7 minutes now
MICHELLE says:
lmaqo your a freak
MICHELLE says:
i love it
Psychostalker says:
Psychostalker says:
im so bloggin this
Psychostalker says:
really i am
Psychostalker says:
i mean what do i have to lose

Sunday, March 22, 2009

This Is Becoming a Habit

I guess I can't use my sour moods as a reason for not blogging anymore. I had a great fabulous week in Tennessee this past week and still didn't blog much. I will blame it on being busy. Which I was. Way more busy than I have been in a month at home alone. My days are all confused, but I went and got a manicure and my eyebrows waxed with my sister while home. I have never paid someone to "do" my 'brows, and I will never again, thank you very much. I wandered a mall with sister and mom one day. Hopefully the husband isn't reading this from the sandbox, but I spent LOTS of money in Walmart there. As if there isn't one here or something. I had a night out with my sister, too. I learned that returning home at 4am KNOWING you have a toddler that doesn't sleep past 7 or so is DUMB. I am too old for all that business. Really. And yes, for those nosey-all-in-my-bidness people, I had the permission of the husband.

So, we did get the toddler's birthday party done up. And the husband was able to join us via webcam. It was special for him I am sure. And for his family members that don't get to see/talk to him almost daily. For me, it was bittersweet. I mean, wow, technology afforded my husband the ability to watch (not listen because he didn't bring headphones to the cafe, but I do believe that may have been done on purpose) his baby girl's birthday party in Tennessee all the way from Iraq. At the same time though, it really drove home how much these soldiers miss when they are gone for a year or longer. It was a difficult day for me, no matter the reason.

I went to dinner with family a couple times during the week. I totally took advantage of being on "vacation". The night after I arrived I took Mom, Steve, and D to mexican food. It was a craving I had been dealing with for a LONG time. You see, mexican restaurants in Texas don't serve white cheese dip. It's yellow. I like white. Dammit. So anyway, I forced them to eat mexican. Again. Apparently it was the parents' second time and the kiddo teenager's 3rd for the week. It was his birthday week and mexican is his food of choice. There was a night that Mom had something church related to do and Steve was working late, so it was D, the toddler, and me. I could easily have cooked. There was food there to be cooked. I decided early in the day that pizza it was. Totally took advantage of "vacation" time. Oh, and the night before I left I went to dinner with Mom, the toddler, and Auntie. To my favorite restaurant. The OG. Yum. I meant to hit up the mexican place again in the week, but ran out of time. I am certain any weight lost before leaving was gained back. Lost it in a month, gained back in a week. That sucks.

We made our way back to Texas yesterday. I am sick. The first pilot tried to scare the crap out of me on landing. It caused my ear to feel like I was underwater. All day. I finally fixed it last night by ramming a screwdriver in there to relieve the pressure. No, not really. A hot washcloth did the trick. So now I am home. Can't say I am happy to be home, but I am here.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Need to Get Better

I really need to get better about blogging. It isn't like I don't have enough time sitting in front of the computer. I guess I just don't have enough to say these days.

I am home for Spring Break. I am loving it. I am hopefully getting my mental issues stabilized. I feel like it is helping.

I am missing my Wii time with the girls. We play Mario Kart together every night. From the comfort of our own homes. I am in Texas. They are in Misery. There is even someone that occasionally joins us from Alabama. Crazy stuff. I am certain they haven't played a bit since I left. Wouldn't want me to feel all left out. Right? Girls? Hello? Hmmmm.

Things have been going well here. I am sleeping a bit more and feeling alot less stressed. I am trying NOT to think about leaving. Hopefully the progress I have made will not reverse.

Today is the birthday party for the Toddler. We are having it a little early because we will be gone before her actual birthday. By a day. Because once she has a big 2 year old birthday, the airlines decide she cant sit in my lap and must have her own seat. That's silly, but whatever. The husband has intentions of joining us via webcam live from Iraq. Let's pray the internet cooperates. I will post pics. Once I steal them from Mom because I am too cool to remember to bring a camera. Gee.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Tales From the Padded Room

Ok, so I am not really in a padded room...and I haven't been. I have, however, felt close to it! I haven't posted in a while because I haven't had anything great to say. I don't think that has changed, but I felt the need to say I am alive!
Deployments stink, along with everything on the emotional roller coaster that comes with them. I am better. I am not great though. This gets easier, so I am told. I think they are all liars who just want me to see the light at the end of the tunnel. The light that doesn't exist.

I am currently typing in the dark. I am doing alot of backspacing. The toddler thinks that the only cool way to watch cartoons is in the dark now. It is totally messing with my computer abilities. She doesn't care.
Does anyone at Fort Hood hear the owls? Or is it some other kind of bird? I swear its a recording. It plays all day. The same sound or call or whatever you want to call it. Over and over again. Supposedly it is to keep us from being ran out by other birds? I sure hope someone else hears it. Otherwise I am closer to that padded room than I thought.

The toddler has many new skillz. She now knows to say "no way" any time nap or bed time is mentioned. She also thinks her Daddy lives in my computer. She stops by any time I am on here to look for his face. It's almost as funny as it is sad. She gets to seem him often via webcam. They make faces and blow kisses and laugh at each other. Oh, and she shows off her skillz. Like her booger picking and eating. Life is grand.

I have left my house this week. Many times. I have been outside. I have been social with my neighbors. One of the neighborhood children had the most precious, shocked expression yesterday when she saw me wandering the hood. She actually said, "You are going over there? You never go over there. You never leave your house." Over there would be across the street where the other wives apparently hang out watching the children run wild. I told the little girl "I like my house....it's cool." What I really wanted to say after that is, mind your own bidness and where the hell is your mother kid? I didn't.

So, I am alive and sort of fine. The kids are faring well. They enjoy ramen noodles for dinner a couple times a week with some fast food and frozen pizza thrown in. I bet they will be really glad when the husband returns and they get real food. Actually, they will get real food next week because we are going home for Spring Break. Grammy cooks real food. I might have to help. It might interfere in my internet time though. Decisions, decisions. I am seriously thinking I will just pack some ramen noodles, just in case.

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