I see so many people doing blogs and always wondered why? I have a facebook page that I use several times every day. I have a twitter account. But after reading all these other blogs I have realized it's a great place to either vent or use as a platform for pictures and updating to people who don't have those other sources. So since I'm the kind of person who puts it all out there a blog would be a nice place to be able to vent all the crazy things that go on inside my head. If people want to read it, they can, if not, no biggie.
I don't want to go on and on about 'who I am' and 'where I came from'. If you're reading this blog then obviously you know me well enough that you would even know where to find it. So I wont bore you with the whole "getting to know you" thing. I will just jump into a rant for the day.
Today my car was acting really funny while I was getting ready to take Liam to Nana's. So I turned back and had Josh check it out while I took his car. 30 minutes later he tells me the transmission is out. So being the digger that he is, he gets on google and researches my car type to find out this is a common problem with Chrystler Pacificas. Come to find out that's not actually what was wrong with it. We ended up taking it to Aamco down south and he tells me it's the EGK cable and the catalytic converter. To me that means blah blah blah cha ching. Which comes to almost $700. In terms of cars breaking down this isn't as horrible as it could be. To two twenty-somethings with a 2 year old and debt it means PANIC!!!!
But I'm trying to stay positive. Something that's becoming increasingly hard to do. Much like everyone else, when it rains it pours. We have had one hit after another. We are good people and believe in karma. If you do good things, good things will happen. That's not really happening right now.
While I'm grumping I may as well throw my other issue out there. My weight. My constant struggle. More than anything else I always battle my weight. I always start diets. Start being the operative word. I go strong for a while and then something happens ... or nothing happens. It doesn't take much for me to fall off the wagon. And why is that? Every morning when I get dressed I hate myself for eating that extra piece of pizza the night before. Every night when I take a bath I kick myself for not working out. I can blame it on my work schedule, or being a mom, or whatever else I can come up with, but the truth of the matter is that I don't have the discipline to quit eating the foods that are bad for me. I wish I could get hit by something that would smack some sense into me. I guess my day will come.
So now that I'm done feeling sorry for myself, I'm going to go play with my son. The reason my day doesn't completely suck. I think things are horrible and I feel so damn sorry for myself, then I look at his beautiful face and things just seem ok. Thank God for that amazing child that I love more than life itself.
