Hightlights of the Week

This week we hit the 5 month mark of being married. What's even crazier is that we just his the 10 month mark of officially being together. It's crazy seeing how fast time has flown by. It seems like just yesterday I was walking down the aisle, but really it seems like forever that I have been by Steve's side. I love being married to my best friend. This past Sunday we actually were able to go to church together. And as a result, we stepped out in faith and became members with the body of Christ at the First Baptist Church. We have been attending the church since December, and finally were able to join. It seems like we had only been talking about it forever. We were welcomed with open arms. I love how "small" feeling it is. Where the pastor knows your name and everything about you. We have met with him a few times, even have him on our facebook. Even as we walked down the aisle, the pastor said something along the line of "so I take it you are finally joining". This is the exact place that I have been looking for to settle down and raise a family in. We decided to not keep Nova, the husky. She was fun to have. We did a 2 week trial with her, but in the end, we knew it was for her best if she went back to my coworker. Cady played with her, but it's very obvious that Cady is the queen of this castle and is much happier and prances around more being an only dog. She cracks me up. I just love her to pieces and am very protective of her. This week I came home from work and she was outside in the rain, drenched and muddy. Oh I was livid. But like I said, she is my baby and I am very protective of her. Maybe a little too much... Yesterday I completed my last evening shift for 3 weeks. Monday morning me and 3 other nurses are heading to Jeff City for the Academy, aka DOC training. Free hotel rooms, gas and food reimbursement...yay mini vaca! Except that we will be sitting in a classroom 8 hours a day learning how to handcuff, pepper spray and write violations and of course take test...you know the every day things I as a nurse use...haha not. I am not sure why it's a requirement for nurses to attend the custody training, but you know whatever, it's a free vacation. The only thing that perturbs me about this is that I have been there for 4 years, and they are just now sending me and I am still a newly wed! I am dreading being away from Steve for 3 weeks. Oh well, se la vie! Anyways I think that is the highlights of the news of the week. Got to get the cleaning and laundry done so I can pack for my trip...until next time...

Dark Irish

I am kind of procrastinating from doing dishes and making tuna fish sandwiches. So what else, but to update my blog. There is not alot to say though. Except I am sitting on my couch with the windows up, watching the curtains move back and forth with the breeze as I listen to the dogs bark at the little puppy prancing across our neighbors yard. Only thing better would be to have the hubby home with me and not have to go to work (bu that will happen in 2 days!). I think there is a storm moving in though. It's only in the 60's today, odd since we have been in the low 80's the majority of the week. I heard on the news this week that we hit a record this week for reaching 80's that many days in March. I think it would be perfect to keep it this way the rest of the summer. Today is March 17th. The day that most of the country wears green to celebrate the Irish. I may hardly be the typical red head stubborn Irish, ok yes stubborn and yes red hair dye but I do have natural red highlights if that counts; but alas I am Dark Irish. I remember when I was young my brother would go around saying we were Greek. It made sense...olive tinted skin and dark hair. One day my mom overheard him, and got very offended. That is when we were told we were Dark Irish. Oops our bad! I have a tad bit addiction to Pinterest. Today on Pinterest I saw a story of a couple that wanted a real honeymoon, since they could only afford a 3 day get away to a local area when they were first married. So they decided every time they made love they put a dollar in a old metal box to save up for their 50th wedding anniversary/honeymoon trip. They even said that no matter how difficult times would get financially, that they never allowed themselves to get into that box. They were able to go on that trip; and every went as far as every wedding they attended, the wedding gift would always be a old metal box with some cash in it to start their savings for a trip. Talk about Romantic! Since Steve and I didn't get a "real" honeymoon, and we love to travel, I told Steve about it, and we decided going to start this as well. However the husband that he is, decided to go one step farther and tell me that any time one of us cusses, that we would have to take a dollar out of our savings. Talk about being mean. Cussing is something that I am working on kicking in the butt, working in the prison sure doesn't help it either! I want to be a Proverbs 31 woman, one that my husband would be proud to call his wife... So needless to say I am all for a challenge, especially of monetary value! Oh well my eggs are done boiling so I guess I can't prolong making tuna fish anymore...

Frustration Gallor

That is me right now. Plain old frustrated. I feel like I am going downhill really fast and ready to snap...for a variety of reasons.

We have been doing a trial period with a 4 month husky. She is gorgeous and loveable and the dogs play well together. But I have cleaned up more dog shit in the past week then I care to explain. This morning was twice in our bedroom with us in there. And no it's not diarrhea. She is also turning out to be a little con artist, trying to escapes every time she is outside. But that is the nature of a husky. I wish we had a big fenced in yard, heck a small fenced in yard would do. I think it would make it a lot easier then leads that get tangled every time they are on them. I just don't know.

I am tired of never seeing my husband. I thought I was suppose to see him more with me going to evenings. It makes me wonder if I made the wrong choice to switch. I have wanted to be back on evenings ever since I left Missouri. I managed 8 months on days. And the entire time I was holding my breath for an evening position. Now that I am on it again, I love it. I am much more sociable, love my coworkers and the shift differential will help. But there is consequences to every decision...I think mine is not spending quality time with Steve. With me getting home at 2330 and with the crazy hours he has been pulling it seems that I never see him but a couple hours in passing. It royally sucks. It sure doesn't help that in 2 weeks I am going to DOC training and will practically be gone for 3 weeks.

Yesterday I had a huge desire to rejoining the gym. Well more pay for my memberships that I haven't been able to pay. I caught a look of myself in the mirror yesterday and was disgusted with what I saw. At church all I wanted to do was start juicing and exercise. I use to be so good with exercising and eating right by calorie counting and cutting out crappy foods. I was addicted to mfp. I lost 50 lbs. It all went down hill when I decided to run away and move to Virginia. I lost my routine. Routine is huge for my success. I regret moving for that reason. I am sick and tired of feeling fat. Scratch that just straight up being fat. I don't feel attractive, I know I am not. I know it affects my marriage. I know I need to loose weight, that it would help me hopefully prepare to have kids one day. I am tired of my back hurting, I know exercise will help. I got a message from my biggest supporter on mfp today. The one person that daily encouraged me. Today I got a message saying she was removing me from her friends list since I haven't been active for awhile. It felt like everyone has given up on me in my support group. I was going to go talk to the ymca today. Now I don't feel like it. I just want to hibernate.

Ok that's enough negatives. Life is not bad, don't get me wrong. Maybe I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed... and my Monday is just how starting.