New Site.

Okay, so the last site that I was working on Live Journal to blog my reasons of running the free world is entirely too damn difficult to work in. I don't think I am the dumbest person when it comes to technology, but clearly that site is designed for those with a PhD in something, which I clearly do not have. If this one appears to be as difficult, then that is a sign I should just hang this idea up.

So to start my day I awake around 3:30 a.m with a throat that is so sore I couldn't swallow. Dave happens to wake up and informs me that I should look in the mirror. My neck is swollen and my ears also hurt. I despise being sick. Of course immediately Dave points out that he has to work late tonight, and I am looking at him as if he is crazy to even suggest that I would ask him to walk away from his job for a second in order to treat my swollen neck, ears, and tonsils. I mean, that would just be crazy to insist that the ROTC kids do not learn drill tonight. So, around 4, I think that if I take a hot shower this will help with the sore throat, ears, and swollen neck issues I am having. It doesn't. I feel worse. I eventually fall back asleep and wake up at 6:30 to Brayden standing on my side of the bed staring at me. I am not going to lie, I was creeped out by the little minnion in his Batman PJs just looking at me. But clearly he knew it was time for us to all get up and really start our day.

Once I get the kids to school, I now have to go in and finish packaging military care packages for our dear friend Bill Sablan who is currently in Afghanistan allowing you the freedom to read my nonsense. The last thing I want to deal with this morning is a bunch of kids talking. So, I quietly sneak into the office and begin taping box after box. And now its time for the custom forms. Total BITCH! I filled out 12 of them, and the Sablan family will be getting a bill from Tricare for my carpal tunnel surgery. I hope the goodies are worth the pain.

Now that I am home, I have decided to call the doctor's office to make an appt. for the tumors growing off of my neck. Of course nothing is ever easy. After much back and forth and the fact I have had nothing but Popsicles, they have agreed to see me at 11:30 this afternoon. Of course I am told to arrive 30 minutes early to fill out paperwork. Not sure why they need additional paperwork since I have been seeing this doctor for the past 3 yrs. But note again, Dave Hart will not be inconvenienced by the appt. The ROTC kids need to learn how to drill.