The Christmas lull strikes, my apartment shines with awesomeness. God, you remembered me!

Hoping everyone's holiday was divine. Mine sure was~!

I got some sweet purple boots. They're bitchin'. And pajamas like I wanted~!!! I am blogging in them right now, lol.

The more I do this blogging thing, the more I like it.


I got PAINTS from my AMAZING husband~!!! I was SO excited!

Zach got a sewing machine and a espresso machine, among other things. I spent until 3 in the morning wrapping and decorating presents. I made Zach some amazing arts for Christmas.
I got a GPS and some things my Daddy brought back from India, and some stuff for my kitchen from my parents. Yay!

Jake got really LOUD presents, so I am kind of glad to be leaving tomorrow, my head hurts from his racetrack.

Pray for my Mommy. She's undergoing surgery for the second time in two weeks. Poor Mommy.

Anyway, GUESS WHAT?!

MY APARTMENT IS FINALLY DONE!

Yes, yes. FINALLY, OFFICIALLY.

So, to pack, then nap. That's that.

Warning: Aunt Flo rant

You know, if I didn't want babies so bad, I'd rip out my ovaries and feed them to something. I'd probably lose less blood that way. I mean, I feel like a river after World War III.

Ugh.

Oh why, reproductive system, do you hate me more than life itself? I don't know. I am good to you, I do what I can to soothe you, but yet, you hate me.

Oh well, I'm going to take a hot shower. Maybe my ovaries will hate me less.

<3 S

Dumb is I, and the electric fence

So, my husband's family has 4 horses, which I feed twice a day. Easy enough.

Not exactly. At least not in the mud.

I go out and get their sweet feed and go under the fence every day just fine, but not today.

I went to go under said electric fence, and what happens? I hit it. Where? In the middle of my back, which I was at an angle my shirt had moved so my flesh was showing. OW. It knocked me off my feet and into the 2 inches of mud, paralyzed for about 20 seconds, then I was able to move.

Ugh.

In other news, Zach told the man who owns the apartment complex if it isn't done by Monday, we're moving into his office, and staying there until it's done. So.

I'll have a new home Monday for sure :D

~Susan

Moving, why do you hate me?

So.

Remember how my husband has a job in Chicago? Some of you may say "Why does her town say Moores Hill, IN?" That's because I do live here, and my husband for the past 3 months has called a Super 8 home (Poor guy)

A week and a half the man who owns our apartment building says, One more week, this week for sure!

Still waiting.

Blargh.

Hopefully...it will get better


~Susan