First Day of School

I am up! And I am driving Austin to school because the bus comes at 5:45 am for middle and high schoolers! That is just nuts. He doesn't need to be there until 7:10. I wanted to leave at 6:30 this morning, but Austin didn't sleep well last night and is lagging a tad bit. A simple threat of the youth officer dragging him off to school in his PJ's and then spending tomorrow at Boot Camp got him up and rolling.

Seriously.

Tessa wasn't able to sleep either. I know this because she kept waking me up last night to tell me. She is passed out on my floor now. So I reset my alarm and will call her to wake her ass up. This is going to be so much fun!

I slept like a baby, however. Life is wonderful!


Oh, and I love this quote:

"A tyrant must put on the appearance of uncommon devotion to religion. Subjects are less apprehensive of illegal treatment from a ruler whom they consider to be God-fearing and pious."
-- Aristotle, 343 B.C.

This is a test

Remember those damn broadcasting tests? How annoying.

So far so good

I ain't dead yet. That's good! No terrible scary side effects from the new meds, and all is good.

**Update**

I got in to see my doctor today after I really started to wig out. We threw out the Trazadone, and got a prescription for Lithium... it's only $4/bottle. I need to have blood work done in two weeks with this med, though, because it has some possible nasty side effects. It won't make me crazy though. Liver damage or crazy??? Ok, I will take crazy... but its worth a try.

I'm blanking losing it!!!

I am off that new med! I should go see the Dr again, but I can't afford it right now! She won't put me on any Bi Polar meds because she doesn't think I can pay for it. She only prescribes me what is on Wal-Mart's $4 list. Gee thanks.

Here I am taking Wellbutrin ill*g@lly because she won't prescribe me that, either. Prozac doesn't cut it, because I am in Manic mode right now, and yeah, that Trazadone will knock me out right now, and half off tomorrow! Doesn't do me any good, does it?

For the past few days:
I can't think... formulate thoughts.
I forget what I am doing.
I get confused.
I am edgy and lose it easy.
I don't care about school, and am lagging this week. Don't even want to post. Am willing to lose a few points (for Christ's sake, I only missed two so far and next week is the last. I think I can spare a few).
See? There is something wrong with me.
I have no filter... no angel conscience that tells me, no, you shouldn't die the ends of your hair lavender, because its an extra $20!

Hey, I am no longer two toned... sort of. Before I had 3 inch roots of ash blond hair, the ugliest color on the planet, dull, drab, and blah! The rest was faded red, that I had stripped out. It was horrid.

Now I am all over blond (10), that is more golden, and two thin strands in front are lavender, and the ends are too. Even my layer. (I only have two layers, so...)

I love it, it looks great. I got up at 6 this morning, PUT MAKE UP ON, and put curlers on the ends of my ponytail. And no nappies, either! I am still going on 6 hours sleep, when those monster pills made me sluggish with 12!

Yes, I have been Manic since six o'clock, and fear I cannot slow down.

DeVry sent me a bill for $600, though they told me I would have enough fin aid this semester. Riiight. What is really very clever is the *past due* amount of $250. They never sent me a previous bill! So anyone with a spare 600 bucks just lying around.... call me.

...Not!


Oh yeah, one more thing. Oh wait, never mind. I can't post that idea. Ask me via email about my plan to get bi polar meds. NO NOT ILL%G#LLY! Sheesh, peoples. Just teasin'!

:D

What's up with you?

Have you seen this? It's great! I am totally encouraging you to go look!

I went to my friend, Jan's, house today. We ended up stuffing 7 kids in my van and headed to the park. Once we got there, and everyone was sucking down snow cones, we wondered, "what the hell were we thinking?? It's August in Texas! Who the hell goes to the park in August??"

I think next time it will be the pool. We came back and stopped at my new neighbors house so Jan could take a look at their Dachshund pups. Jan's wiener dog had gotten run over, and she was preggers, (terribly, terribly sad!) and she is looking for a new dog; an inside, house dog! They have two to give away, and Jan is going to take two of them home in about three weeks. Ain't that sweet?

My kitty, Molly, no longer tries to eat us. Here's a tip: canned cat food can make kitties aggressive! Now she is all sweet and loverly again.

School is going just fine, and I am happy with it. My grades so far are amazing! I also recently got a new prescription for my depression. I am sorry to say it does nothing for my big mouth, however. It's called trazodone, and it is to be taken at night; the fluoxetine (prozac) is still to be taken in the mornings.

I am a google junkie, (seriously, you should see my track marks!) and I had to google that drug. I found it at wikipedia, another addiction of mine, and guess what? A side effect of it is an increased sex drive!!! Wooo hooo!

Oh and I bought a hypnotherapy cd set from Wendi.com. :D

I've been Nab'd

What do you think about that?

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And isn't this the most hideous thing you have ever seen? (Not the boy, the sofa, people!)

Musings, not amused

What is the politically correct term for black people in England?
Why do I get so overwhelmed?
Why is Bruce too much all the time?
Why am I such a spaz?
Why am I not as good a mommy as I was a year ago?
Why is my porch such a disaster?
Why do I get stuck doing shit I don't want to do?
Why do I feel guilty when I do something for myself?
Why are babies so cute?
Why do baby girls lift their dresses over there heads?
Why is peek-a-boo so fascinating for babies?
Why can't I screw in a screw into the wall with out stripping it out?
I hate not being able to finish something I start.
So if I don't think I can, i won't try.
The bookcase in my room is disastrous.
There is an overwhelming amount of laundry to do, the floor needs to be mopped, there is barbeque sauce on the wall by the table, and toys everywhere.
It takes forever just to sweep this floor, and even longer to get it in shape to be mopped.
Tomorrow it will looks just as gross anyway so why bother?
I hate disappointing Chantz.
I spend money I don't have when I am stressed out.
I want him home!
I am tired of these trips to Montana.
They were supposed to get a new driver. That was the plan.
They don't care. No one fucking cares.
Why don't people understand simple English?
Why is the following concept so difficult for them to understand?
Why don't they care about me?
Why don't I matter?

I still can't do this by myself!!!