My hormones are hazardous to YOUR health!

Yeah, it's been a while. I am in Bishop, CA running the pool store and things here are good. It isn't home and let me be the first to say it NEVER will be, but I have a wonderful family here, so maybe I can adjust.

Last Tuesday (May 17) I went to a hormone therapy specialist. After an ultrasound, blood tests and sugar tests, I was diagnosed as having Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS). I had a notion that this was the cause of my hormone problems i.e. bitchiness, anger, aggression, violence, attitude, smart mouth and so on and so forth. I also thought that this was the reason I have not conceived since losing my angel 2 years ago. And my suspicions were confirmed. I am now taking Clomid to see if I can conceive and I am on the CRAZIEST diet! High protein and high fat so that's cool. I don't have a whole lot of time to get into it, so I will elaborate more later. I am off to do some work!!

And the winner is...

So, the decision has been made. California here we come. Again. I was thinking about both places and the opportunities both held for us. Although I have family and friends in SC, there is no promise of a lucrative future. In California, we will be making enough money so I can go home any time I want. It seems like the better choice of the two. So I agreed to it, figuring if it is not meant to happen, it won't. Kinda like me getting pregnant. Must not be meant to be right now. I know I write about babies the most, or better yet, I whine about it. It's just hard for me to accept my challenges with fertility. So anywho, I am ready for the next adventure in my gypsy life. Ready for new and exciting things to happen. And maybe along the way, I can afford to go to a doctor to find out why I am pregnancy challenged. Maybe it's something easy peasy. That would be great! And if the Gods have deemed me childless, than I shall accept that fact and be grateful for the amazing pup that I have. And my incredible husband.

So what do we do?

Tonight I am sad. Larry and I want different things when we leave Washington. He wants California, I want South Carolina. We both don't want any resentment from the other. We don't want our families to be angry. And neither of us wants to be selfish. So this shit isn't going to work. I'm not talking about seperation or divorce, just a rock and a hard place. We asked Hootch what state he wanted to live in. He wasn't any help. I do know one thing, Washington is not it. I need sunshine! I need to feel warm every now and then. I hate it here. I feel like my world is ending and Washington is hell. I miss my family and my friends. South Carolina is definitely home, but I wanna make Larry happy, too. So what are we going to do? We flipped a coin last time. Our decision was not based on the outcome of the coin toss, but we did go where the mystical coin told us. Maybe we should try it again. I just don't know.

Onward and upward, I haven't had a period since September 27thish. I've been slightly nauseated and extremely tired, but my impending periods can do that sometimes. My lower abdomen feels hard. But I have been fooled before. The late period means nothing considering I haven't had a normal cycle since I lost my angel January of 2009. My breasts do seem engorged, but that can and does happen right before a period. So I'm stuck wondering. I hate to wonder and speculate alone. Speaking of alone, we have no friends here. No one that really knows us and can listen when we bitch. I am sure that is adding to the sadness. I am so sad today, too. That conversation Larry and I had upset me. I still have tears. I just want what I want this time around. And California was supposed to be temporary. We were gonna get back on our feet and go back to SC. There were no jobs there which is why we are here. In the effin evergreen state. Evergreen. Evercloudy. Everrainy. Everdepressing. Anywho, so when I thought we had decided it would be SC we were heading to, my father in law calls and tells Larry of this business venture he would like for us to be a part of. In California, of course. And now we have come full circle. This argument will be on the debate floor until we are packed to leave, I'm sure.

Freakin out

So this babysitting gig, it's getting old. I'm pretty sure if it were my own kids I would feel better. Maybe. And sometimes I think I wouldn't be a good mother. Maybe that is why I am having a hard time getting pregnant. Patience is not my strong suit. The little one fights sleep. A lot. And for some reason it frustrates me. I don't scream at him or beat him or anything. I just get aggravated. I guess I suck at this. But I still want a baby. I think pot would help with the patience. And don't give me the bullshit bad parenting crap. Read a fucking book. Pot just makes you happy. It does not inhibit your ability to function. We're watching this movie super high me. It's all about pot. It's very educational. This situation is causing tension between Larry and I. I feel like a lot is put on me. Both meals, naps, snacks. He helps, but I am frustrated a lot, so I'm thinking it's not enough help. But I know he thinks I am better at this stuff. And maybe I am, but I still want help. Well enough whining for one session. Will holla!

Popcorn with a hint of Johnny's seasoning

Yum! While in the RV, Larry and I got the munchies. His sister had left some snacks in here from their last trip, so we started looking for something good. And we came up with popcorn. Popcorn is always good, but the same old gets old. We checked out the spices that were left in here to try and change it up a bit. And there it was, Johnny's seasoning salt. We added the Johnny's and like crack addicts, we ate all the popcorn we could handle. Hootch included. So now any time we are out here and I get the munchies, I pop a bag and pour on the good stuff. It's like the best thing to happen to popcorn since movie theatre butter. Mmmmmm. I love it like a fat kid loves cake.

So our situation at hand is getting old, quick. I would love to go back and change things so this never would've happened. I hate living like a gypsy. I don't even get the overall benefits that a gypsy has. I don't rob people. I just move. A lot. I was thinking about how many times I have moved this decade. It's a lot. Started on Cornelson in Greer, SC and moved to Cannon in Greer. Then to Easley, Williamston, and back to Cannon. From there I went to Charleston, then S. Buncombe in Greer. Then there was the duplex in Greenville, SC, Circle Dr. In Greer, then apartments in Greenville, Blue Ridge in Greer, and Taylors, SC. Then I moved to Statesville, NC. And temporarily a shitty apartment with some shitty people in Mooresville, NC. Back to Statesville, then a different apartment with some cool people in Mooresville, NC. On to Terrell, NC. Then we meandered through Benton, CA and Fullerton, CA. Back to Greer on Locust Rd. Then Reidville Rd. in Greer. Then back to Benton, CA. And the final stop on our tour (for now), Oak Harbor, WA. That is frickin 23 times in 10 efffin years. That's just nuts to me. I hate moving!!!! So what is causing me to do it more than twice a year? Seriously, that's just not right.

I love being in my head

So easily distracted am I. Twenty minutes ago I was flipping through my saved web pages thinking I would write a little. Then I heard a part of a song I like so I googled the lyrics to make sure it said what I thought. And it did. So I youtubed it so I could hear it now. All this while watching Family Guy. Easily distracted and amused. It's fun being me.

Blah blah blah

Free time for pooch and me so I thought I would babble on. Larry is helping his brother in law skin a deer. I am not a hunter by any means but my husband is. I don't want any part of it. I'm like yeah you're gonna have to wash all that deer blood and fur and guts off of you before you come back in here. Not much hunting in my family, but his whole family- immediate and extended- are deer hunters. Very foreign and bloody to me. Plus- I have never shot a gun. They scare me. I was going to let Larry teach me, but when we got down to it, I started crying. I'm such a pansy. So when I was in school learning U.S. geography, it never dawned on me that the state of Washington, being right below Canada, would be a cold state. And if you were wondering, it is. Since we have been here, it has been cold, gloomy, and rainy. I've seen rays of sunshine, but I don't recall having actually seen the sun. Maybe that's why I am depressed. Plus, what a big let down- I haven't seen a single vampire. No Edward. No Alice. No Bella. I'm disappointed. I was hoping to see the Cullen family and maybe even Jacob. But no. Apparently Twilight is fictional.

Emo me

OMG I just want my life back. My little shit hole house and my husband and my dog. I want a job and money to spend and pay bills. I just feel like everything that made me happy is gone. I want to be back in Greer where I feel at home. I can feel myself getting more depressed all the time. But how selfish I am to expect Larry to sacrifice his happiness and do what I want. Like a spoiled child. His family is wonderful but I just can't be happy. I just pretend that nothing is wrong, blink away tears and say I'm okay. I'm not okay. I am lost. Everyday I wake up, go into my sis in laws house and watch two beautiful children. And everyday I am reminded that my child was taken away. Seriously, why is it that people that don't care about their kids are blessed with many and all I want is one. One child to call me mommy. It feels like I will never have that in my life. It also feels like I am being a whiny little bitch today. I blame my emo state on hormones. I think mine are going nucking futs. I didn't sleep all day today so that's nice. And now I am over my little tantrum. Moving on, today we went to the navy exchange. It's like a military walmart. Where walmart has wrangler brand the navy exchange has Ralph Lauren. So I guess it would be like the Rolls Royce of walmarts. Right now, pup and I are in the RV. Sitting on the bed. He's probably thinking about the treats I promised him and forgot to bring, and I am thinking about the disaster that is my life. Seems like there is no light at the end of this tunnel. I wish I was schizo so the personality I call me could go to sleep till this is all over and my auto pilot personality could handle all the bullshit for me. Any advice would be appreciated.

How we ended up in sunny Seattle

It's been a long time. And our lives have been turned upside down. Not that you will be surprised, but my pee stick was negative. Kinda like my attitude toward the whole thing I guess. In the some odd months that I have been away from my writing, my husband and I have moved from Greer, South Carolina to Benton, California to Oak Harbor, Washington. See what happened was I got a job and I was working. Larry was working for my sister's poor-example-of-a-man husband. My mom was in the hospital so collectively the four of us were waiting in the ER waiting room or my mom's ER room for some explanation for her being there. Ashley's piece of shit flips out...... Okay long story short he calls me an inconsiderate bitch for not leaving my mother's room at his command. Naturally, my husband gets pissed. He stews all weekend. By Monday he is in such a tizzy he is practically hyperventilating by the time he gets to work. He tells piece of shit that he doesn't think them working together is going to work. Piece of shit then tries to flex his lack of muscle and acts like he is gonna hit Larry. I call the cops. Piece of shit knows if he touches my husband a lot of shit is going to happen. First he is gonna get his ass whooped by my young stud husband. Second, I'm gonna get involved and throw a few, too. Then his punk ass would be going to jail, he would have some serious issues in his marriage. I was ready to get down redneck style. Instead, piece of shit just runs his mouth. Eventually, he maces my husband. Yeah, I know, we could own his business right now, but Larry didn't want issues between me and my sis. The point is if he wasn't so convinced the world revolved around him, Larry wouldn't have quit. Ultimately I really just feel like he is the reason my world fell apart and now live 3,000 miles away. I'm so good at the blame game. Anywho- when life hands you limes you make margaritas. So we are living in an RV. Larry's sister needed a full time babysitter and neither of us have found work otherwise, so here we are. Oh and speaking of job hunting, I can't even get a mother effin interview. No call, no return email, nothing. Like I never applied. This frickin recession has not turned around. The poor are still poor. The rich are richer. And such is life. Hootch and Larry are sleeping. I suppose I should be. It's almost 4am. So if this doesn't post because I wrote it on my mePod I am going to be pissed. And if it does, yea for me!

It's been several hours and.....

No, I'm not gonna break into song. It's been a few days. I've had visions of positive pee tests dancing in my head. Although I can't be sure that we have conceived, I have an unshakable hunch that we did. I'm trying not to get my hopes up. It's very hard to do. What sucks is the waiting. I'm not the most patient person in the world. It hasn't even been a week since ovulation, and it feels like a month. Apparently the two week wait is an eternity. Before losing the baby last year, we knew we were pregnant for about ten days. Those ten days seemed to have taken a long time. I have a ton of memories of that time. Like my first real aversion to food. I had bought some dill pickle flavored Pringles because I love pickle flavored chips. I had one and almost threw up. We had not even taken a pee test at that point. I remember peeing on the stick- I think it was the next night- and I wasn't thinking I would be. I set it down on the counter to flush. When I looked at it again, there were two pink lines. I couldn't believe it. I picked it up to look closer like maybe my eyes were lying to me. Nope, no lie, I was pregnant. My husband was so excited. We called everyone we knew. Looking back, I know God knew what he was doing. We couldn't have supported the pregnancy. We both went to school 30 hours a week. Larry wasn't working- he had just quit his job. I only worked 1 day a week for $200 a month. Me and that kid would have been starving. That's not to say I don't still hurt from the loss. I was pretty sure that one was a girl. Call it momma's intuition. At this point, I am hopeful. I've had a pretty powerful group of young ladies praying for this time around. Now all I can do is wait.

Habits and money

I slept so good last night. I think I actually fell asleep before Larry. And Hootch. It was nice not to be the last one comfortable. I took a whole Benadryl before I went to bed. I didn't have a chance. That Benadryl kicked my ass. I got up with Larry at 6:30, so maybe when I try to sleep tonight it will be a breeze. My dad has Righteous Kill on. Can't believe how old Al Pacino and Robert Deniro look. Pacino looks like he has some hair plugs or something. Dad is a movie nut. Me, I'd rather listen to the sound of me typing then fill my head with a movie this early. And I say early because it is. For the most part, my brain is still on standby. The fact that I have anything to say is amazing to me. Found some pornographic quizes on facebook. I was pissed. I have nephews on facebook. I don't want them to come across that crap, not that they don't know what sex is already, but if I can help keep them innocent, I will. So, I reported them. Felt good about myself. Lol. Did my good deed for the year. Trying to find someone that will hire me. Apparently, I'm not desirable as an employee. Little do they know that I would take their job, anyway. Actually, that might be why they won't hire me. So I'm a little cocky, so what? I'm out of nicotine. My inner bitch is about to awaken. It sucks being broke and having a habit. This habit is ultimately more expensive than pot was. I spend five bucks every two days for smokes. I spent thirty bucks every two weeks or more for pot. I haven't actually done the math, but sounds to me like Marlboro Gold 100's is making more money off me in the long run. Pot is easy to quit. Smoking, not so much. I hate smoking. I hate the smell, I hate second hand, I hate everything about it. Except for the taste. I love the taste of tobacco. They got me young, too. Damn Marlboro Man!!! Anywho, that's about all I got in me for the moment. Until next time!

Big scary dog

I love having an intimidating dog. People come to the door and it's about all I can do to keep him from going through it. I don't worry about anyone "casing" my house or plotting to do anything. He would tear them up!! My poor mailman came to the door once. I didn't hear him, but Hootch did. He barked so loud and violently, the mailman ran off our porch and left our property so fast, I think he broke the sound barrier. It was so funny! Just a few minutes ago, I had someone come to the door trying to generate business for his landscaping company. Hootch was pissed. He was snarling, the fur on his back was standing on end. I'm pretty sure the guy didn't want to stay and talk after that. I know he won't be back. Everybody is afraid of him, until they get to know him. When we go through a drive-thru, especially McDonald's, he leans out the driver side window anticipating his french fry treats. When we get to the window, the person working drive-thru is usually hesitant to take our money or give us our food until I tell them he is friendly. "He's nice, just excited about his fries." They still try to avoid him. He is a big scary dog. But such a lovey puppy. He has only met one person he didn't like. The guy is weird, though. Like psycho meats unibomber kinda weird, so I can't blame him for not trusting the guy. Hootch hates cats!! We have some feral cats living under the house. One ran out and across the road one day just as I was taking Hootch out to pees. That moose of a dog pulled me down the stairs trying to get to that poor cat. And I'm no twig. Big enough to keep him from doing something like that, or so I thought. I now have a scar on my right breast from the rocks that embedded themselves into me as I was pulled across the ground. I was pissed! I can laugh now, though. I can't believe he was able to drag me down those stairs. I even prepared for him to lunge, stood my ground, I thought. He proved me wrong. Once he realized what he did, he stood in one spot until I got up, trying to make sure I was okay. He is something else!!


Doesn't he look ferocious?

Laundry and Jackie Chan

Laundry day, woohoo! I hate laundry. And dishes. Well, chores in general. I'm watching Rush Hour 3. I love Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker. They are hilarious together. I'm gonna try a more positive approach today. See how it goes. My pup and I stayed in bed today till late. And I mean late. It's hard to get outta bed when he is curled up against me. I sleep so good with that dog. My dad went to hang out with my sis and her little girl. They haven't spent too much time together since he has been here. It's been a month since they have done anything together. My sis needs to spend more time with him. I think her husband doesn't like my dad and he is a tad bit controlling so even if my sis wanted to see our dad, he probably would have a fit about it. I have mixed feelings about him. Sometimes he is okay, sometimes he's a prick. Yeah, I guess I'm not good at being positive. My husband works with my sis's husband. He's not easy to work for, apparently. He likes Larry working with him, but he is so damn moody. I think he could be bipolar. Well, that's enough for now. I'm going to go pollute my lungs.

Insomnia

Yeah, you guessed it. Not sleeping again. You noticing a trend?? I should change my blog description from insane to insomniac. Haha. I don't really have anything to say. The day is over and it was uneventful. I ended up writing my Grandpa rather than calling. Sent some pictures. Old pictures, but pictures he didn't have. I hope he writes back. My pup ate his entire cake . I'm suprised he didn't get sick. It was cute, though. He is such a good boy. Well, I think I am ovulating. And me and Larry have been practicing. Hopefully we can make some baby magic happen. Hootch and Larry are out for the night. We went to bed earlier to try and get me to sleep and I took something to help. It's not, by the way. I have an app on my mePod that I play regularly. It's a pointless mindless game that passes the time. It's addictive as hell, too. So I play that game and when it loses it's fun, I start writing again. As you have probably noticed, I have a lot of free time. Still looking for a job to fill my time. Tuesday is laundry day. A lot to look forward to there. I need a new hobby. Something else to interrupt the monotony that is my day. I get bored with things way too easily. It's like once the challenge is gone, once I am good at something, it no longer holds my interest. My mom read my posts. She told me I was very negative. Yep, I am. No ray of f-in sunshine here. More like Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh. I just kicked Hootch in the head. He didn't even notice. Well, I'm gonna give sleeping another shot. If you are a person that prays, I could use some help with conception. Thanks!!!

You say it's your birthday

It's my pooch's birthday today!!!! He is two years old. We don't have money to buy a bunch of toys this year so I baked him a doggy cake. Yeah, I am that kind of pet owner. Hootch was around when I lost the baby so I kind of turned my nurturing to him. He is our child. And he is hardly just a dog. This boy has more personality than a lot of people I have met. He pouts. He understands what I say. He sleeps on our pillows and under our covers. He's my baby. So this cake I baked him, I found it on a website. I will post the website on the sidebar here in case anyone wants to do the same. It's a peanut butter carrot cake. He tasted the batter and seems to have liked it. It's in the oven right now. I can't wait to put it down in front of him and see what he does. Lol. I think today is my Grandpa's birthday, too. He is the only Grandparent I have that is still alive. His wife and I had a falling out, I guess you could say. She disowned me over some stupid shit when I was 18. She was a cold-hearted woman that never liked me the way I was so it didn't really bother me that she didn't want to be in my life. What hurt is because of her disassociation with my sister and I, Grandpa disassociated himself, as well. Belva (my Grandpa's wife) died a few years ago. I wasn't upset. When I got the phone call, I was asleep (and late for work) I answered, got the news, hung up and I actually breathed a sigh of relief before rolling over and going back to sleep. Is that cruel? I don't think it is. She didn't like me anyway. I miss my Grandpa, though. He was a cool guy. I wish I was still in contact with him. I could call him, but he has a daughter that lives with him that doesn't like me either. I've tried all the "people connect" sites, can't find him. I could just say to hell with her and call anyway. Suppose I should. Well, Hootch's cake just came out of the oven and it's soooo cute!! I'm gonna ice it with something. Not sure what yet. I'm off to celebrate my pooch's day!

No title needed

Well, it's another day. Another opportunity to make a change. I'm not sure what kind of change needs to be made. Like change for a dollar maybe. I've checked out a few other blogs on here and realized some people are just not interesting. I'm sure I'm not either. Hahaha. Who cares? I'm not writing a novel here. Larry and I went to see my mom last night. Yesterday was a rough day and my mom is very comforting. I can talk to her about anything, and she helps me when I have an issue. She is hell bent on me finding a job. Yeah, I am too. I look and apply every day. Have no idea what I have applied for, but I have applied. For the most part, I don't go to businesses, I apply online because the places I have gone all tell me to apply online. And I hate this form of job applications. It sucks. There is no personal interaction, no opportunity to explain or expound upon anything. So my dad got a job. We are all excited. It has been difficult for Larry and I to live with him. Not that it would matter if it was him or someone else. Larry and I are different. We are what I call put-er-off-ers. My dad feels like he has to take care of me still, even though I am almost 30. He cooks for us, does the dishes, and then asks me if he will ever have me raised. I'm like, seriously, we were doing just fine just me and Larry. I cook, I clean, I do dishes. I just do them when I am ready to. We've been running low on money here lately. Our directv got shut off about a month ago. The internet is next to go. Oh well. Can't get blood from a turnip. Larry works so hard and I feel so bad that I am not working. Soooo- if you know of anything, let me know. I'm watching a movie with my dad- Last Man Standing. I love Bruce Willis. Kind of a distraction to writing, so I am going to go.

A couple of colorful words in this one

Lol, the ads on here amuse me. I'm gonna keep them on for a little bit, see how it goes. So it is almost twelve, I am still awake. Took a half of something for sleep so maybe it won't be a late night. Or early morning. However you wanna put it. Larry and Hootch are knocked out, as always. Larry is hilarious when he sleeps. He will talk in his sleep. For the most part when he talks he runs the words together and talks so fast it sounds like a foreign language. The times I do understand, I just laugh my ass off. One night, he mumbled for a minute then he says "you better watch out mother fucker! Who's the top dog now?" I almost cried I was laughing so hard. The next day he had no idea what he was dreaming about. Another night, he was asleep and he jerks the pillows out from under his head and puts them either on the floor or on his body. He then sits up, still asleep and starts looking for them, saying where did my pillows go? I was like, really? He amuses me. Guess it's a good thing I have him to make me laugh while he sleeps. I don't talk in my sleep or do anything that is otherwise amusing. I snore. Not so much a good thing, though. Larry says I stop breathing here and there. I'm like no wonder I am always tired. I never actually get rest. We found out today one of his sisters is pregnant with their second. His other sister already has two. I was happy for his other sister even though she found out she was preggo right after we lost ours. I can't be happy for this sister. I think I honestly have mixed feelings about her. The day before Larry and I got married, she and I went shopping and she says to me, "don't take this the wrong way but I was so glad you guys lost the baby. My brother isn't ready for that." So, what way am I supposed to take that. Who the hell says something like that??? I never told Larry. I didn't want him angry with his sis. I am banking on him not reading my blog so he probably won't find out. Yeah, so really, can you blame me for not giving a rats ass if she is pregnant again??? Well, just wanted to get that off my mind before trying to sleep!

Email I just got, relevant to previous post

No apology for sending this! ! ! After hearing they want to sing the National Anthem in Spanish - enough is enough. Nowhere did they sing it in Italian, Polish, Irish (Celtic), German or any other language because of immigration. It was written by Francis Scott Key and should be sung word for word the way it was written. The news broadcasts even gave the translation -- not even close. I'm NOT sorry if this offends anyone because this is MY COUNTRY - IF IT IS YOUR COUNTRY SPEAK UP -- please pass this along. Come through like everyone else. APPLY FIRST - Get a sponsor; have a place to lay your head; have a job; pay your taxes, live by the rules AND LEARN THE LANGUAGE as all other immigrants have in the past -- and GOD BLESS AMERICA!

PART OF THE PROBLEM
Think about this: If you don't want to forward this for fear of offending someone -- YOU'RE PART OF THE PROBLEM! It is Time for America to Speak up. No wonder California is in such financial trouble!

Calling an illegal alien an 'undocumented immigrant' is like calling a drug dealer an 'unlicensed pharmacist'

What I want from our next Governor

I live in the state that is notorious for scandalous politicians. Mark Sanford, for example. I vote every election so I can have a say in what happens in our country and state, although I really feel like it wouldn't matter what I want, they have their own agenda. This election, I want someone that will take charge of our state. We are at the bottom of the barrel in education and if I ever have kids, I want them to have the opportunity to get a good education. So we will call that #1- Education. The next thing is the economy in our state. It sucks. I have spent more time unemployed this past year than I did working. We have one of the highest rates of unemployment. So, my #2- Economy. My number three, actually, if they were ranked highest priority to lowest, it would be #1. ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS. I'll call them Mexicans for now. I have such a high hatred for illegal Mexicans. No, I am not racist. I just have no respect for people that come into our country illegally and expect to have rights. Which, by the way, they have none!!! Arizona is right on. There is nothing wrong with asking for proof of citizenship on a traffic stop, nothing at all. No rights are being violated if the damn immigrants are illegal. So screw them! As far as South Carolina goes, they have taken over my "hometown" of Greer. They are freaking everywhere. I worked with quite a few illegals at Springs (a textile mill) before it shut down. They trusted me for some reason and told me how they achieve what they do. They come here illegally and go to an office in Greenville County where they pay someone $200 for someone else's identity- social security card, name, the whole nine... after doing that, they find jobs, which they get paid for untaxed. The money is sent home to Mexico. After ten years of doing this, they have to go back to Mexico. But, six months later, they come back and do it all over again. So, very little of the income they are receiving is being used for our economy. Technically, we could say that we are supporting F-ing Mexico's economy. They have children here, but no medical coverage, so the taxpayers, AKA not illegal immigrants, are paying for their health care with medicaid. A lot of them don't have income, and live off of welfare, which us taxpayers also pay for. It shouldn't be allowed. My dad always asks why I don't speak Spanish to the Mexicans, since I took 3 years of Spanish, and I always tell him, if they were here legally, they would know English. I shouldn't have to learn another language or speak one, for that matter, to support their illegal asses. Naturalization laws require you to be able to speak English to be an American citizen. So, if you are Mexican, and you went through the process to be a legal citizen, more power to you. Welcome to our wonderful Nation. If not, F*@K YOU!!!! I am taking back Greer!!!!!!

Just woke up

How bout this not sleeping crap is really pissing me off. My husband doesn't like it a whole lot either. I don't know why I can't sleep at night. I've tried staying up and then going to bed early the next night, but then I just sleep all day anyway. It sucks. And for some reason any time I take something to help me sleep, I sleep all day. It's a losing situation. I finally uploaded pictures of my family. My Hootch and my Larry.
This is my Larry. He is so awesome.

This is my Hootchie Poochie. Isn't he adorable?

Larry and I have to go pay rent. We pay $650 for a three bedroom two bathroom hellhole. Well, I say we like Larry has a mouse in his pocket or something. He pays the rent. One income household currently. And for our area, the rent we are paying is high!! The house we are trying to get, the payment is going to be less than our current rent. So that is awesome. We rent from a property management company. They suck!!! I wouldn't recommend them to anyone. They sent us an addendum to the lease stating all kinds of stupid stuff. The part that pissed me off was that we were responsible for pest control. Our lovely hellhole has a backdoor that someone tried to pry open way before we lived here and there is a gap between the door and the door jamb. Ants love that. I use raid, but all I could think is how are we responsible for something you should have fixed a long time ago?? So yeah, they suck! I feel sorry for any bugs that do make it in. My dog likes to hold them in his mouth and take them to his bed. He rolls on them, flips them over, lets them start getting away and does it all over again until they are dead. It is hilarious!! So, I guess I am going to go through my previous posts and replace my colorful words with less offensive words. Make it more reader friendly. Although I am not a big fan of censoring myself to please other people. Except my mom.