Lessons Learned...Well, Until the Next Time

Sorry it's been so long. I am not myself. That makes it hard to write. That and I lack motivation. Just some stuff rambling around my head for your perusal.

• I am having little mini anxiety attacks. If we make plans to go somewhere and hubby ends up not going, it's all I can do to get myself out the door. If I can back out of it, I will. I have gone to making plans with people so I have to force myself to go. Or if it's a paid event, all the better. Then I've paid for it and don't want to waste the money. It doesn't help that I am fighting a depressive episode with all that I have. Hubby has been watching Surviving the Cut on Netflix. It's about what sodliers have to go through to join elite forces in the military. You know, like SEALS, Pararescue (which is what hubby wanted to do), that kind of thing. They go through some tough stuff. Their bodies function on automatic just to make it through. They got nothing on me. Hanging on by a thread...
• You would think after teaching Roman numerals to 2 of my kids, I would remember them. Not so, my friends. I am on child number 3 and at this point I am thankful that I don't have to teach another one what I and V and C mean. Crazy, isn't it? Sometimes, I have to think about the end of movies or shows that have the date in Roman numerals and think about what year it was made and all kinds of stupid stuff to help me remember. I'm just glad that Egyptian numbers didn't take off. Those are pictures. Yeah, give me dots like the ones on dominos any day. I can count those!
•  You would think people would know by now that leggings are NOT pants. Good grief! Saw a girl at Disney one day whose pants were stretched so tight you could see the pretty pink flowers on her black panties. And trust me, it was not because I was looking! Workout pants should be worn by people that work out. And since I'm giving unsolicited and bitchy fashion advice, can we talk about flip flops? They are not appropriate shoes for everything. We spent some time at Downtown Disney and watched people heading for the clubs. Such pretty dresses. And then flip flops. Big. Sigh.
• There has been talk from the POTUS and his minions (I wish they were the cute kind from Despicable Me) that we need to come together as a country and forget racial lines. He's lying, by the way. He is the biggest divisor. My point is that the University of Michigan was teaching a class about how wrong it is to be white. White people apparently have all the advantages in this country. Yeah? Talk to my white, male hubby. He has been denied so many things. Want to know why? Yup, he's white and male. Can't we all just get along?
• I am FINALLY getting over my dermatitis. It has been hell. The scratching is enough to make me want to cut off my hands. I haven't been able to shave since Christmas. I did once and paid the price. Dermatitis doesn't like to be shaved apparently. Shaving made it worse. I didn't think that could happen, but it did. You would think I would have enjoyed the reprieve. Not so when I can braid my leg hair. I finally shaved again yesterday. Just very lightly. Lightly enough to have stubble about 5 minutes after I was done. So much better! I have one more week of cream. Hopefully this crap will go away and leave me alone.
• I downloaded some CD's into iTunes. The big girl asked me about a Bon Jovi song. I had no Bon Jovi. Then I realized I didn't have some other things as well. How can I have no Prince? That's just wrong. And Heart! And Van Halen! What?!?!?! I bought an iTunes gift card the other day. I do not buy music without one. I would max out our already maxed out credit cards. Not doing that! I downloaded Macklemore's Thrift Shop. Love that frickin' song! The beat is crazy cool.
• I went shopping all by myself yesterday. There just wasn't much out there that I was in love with. I found 2 shirts and a pair of shorts. I was wishing Big Sis was with me. That would have been much better. On a bright note, I got my ass in an 8 comfortably (it zipped and fit!) and my boobs in a medium. Not sure how that happened. That's a lie. My boobs are shrinking the more weight I lose and it sucks! I love my boobs.

On that note, I think I'm gonna kick hubby off the TV so I can dance. Dancing always makes me happy. Peace out!