My computer is fine.  My graphics card was fried, they're exchanging it for free - lifetime warranty.  Just that we thought it was the power source and we replaced that at our cost and it wasn't the problem, was the problem.

I'm taking a drug to help me get pregnant.  It restricts my brain from talking to my ovaries - something about testosterone and progesterone.  It makes my emotions go haywire.  I started bawling last night 4 or 5 times because my computer got a virus on it and I had to format my hard drive and start all over.

My testosterone is through the roof.  That's why I have acne still, that's why I can't lose the 60-70 pounds that I gained, that's why I'm not having my period, that's why I'm horny like a 18 year old boy, that's why I have facial hair.

Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

I've had a really fucking bad night.

 

The $1k computer I just bought doesn't fucking work.

I ordered a new computer and it will be here tomorrow and Wednesday I get to take it up to my brother's house and he will help me put it together and install everything.

You don't know how excited I am.

Plus I got my period today.  Which means in a week or so we get to have sex like bunnies and make babies.  I'm just joking.  Kinda. 
It's a big deal because I haven't had my period since January and before that since August. 
So I pretty much feel like I'm 12 again, excited that I'm so grown up and bleeding from my cooch and everything.

In other news, I had to replace my windshield about 3 weeks ago and I have to replace it again. 
So that pretty much rocks the socks.

Love what I love:

these are my boyfriends.  All of thems.

The afternoon was frustrating.  I sat in the waiting room to talk to the fertility doctor for an hour, then the doctor went over my chart for an hour, then I sat at the Wal Mart pharmacy for an hour.  I'm so discouraged I just want to cry.  My mother and my sisters got pregnant without even having to think twice about it.  This is going to cost a lot of money.

George is too busy to talk to me.  Sometimes I feel like I'm trying to get pregnant on my own.

I took the day off to run 5 errands: get a Utah driver's license, go to an interview for Accounts Receivable at RxAmerica, get my teeth cleaned, get labs done to see why I'm tired, go to a fertility doctor about my period.

I got up late so I went to my interview first.  It was horrible because my resume is deceiving, my title where I'm at now makes it look like I do a lot of accounting work, when I really don't.  I probably won't get it and it was just a waste of time.

I went to the DMV to get a drivers license and thought I would have to leave and come back later because I thought I had to take the written test.  I didn't have to so it took 20 minutes total.  And I danced.

I went to the dentist and the mother fuckers told me I have gingivitis.  Good thing I quit smoking last Monday. 

I got my labs done and I'm hella tired, I haven't had my meth yet today.

My dr appt is in 2 hours.  I hope he actually fixes me.

I just got home from Bunko.  Those women are fun.  I think I was annoying.  I am tired.  I don't know why I'm blogging.  This is useless.  Just like your mom.

My poor husband, he got home after I fell asleep and went to work before I woke up.  I didn't even get to see him!

Not even joking, my doctor prescribed me meth in a pill.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dextroamphetamine

Last year when I first started at AAPC I remember I was having such a hard time staying awake.  One day I remember I had to go home because I was just tired as hell, and there's no better way to put it.  I was really dizzy, everything looked really cloudy, I was having a hard time understanding where I was or what I was doing.  That's when my doctor said my thyroid was off and put me on meds for that.  A year later and still not feeling good, she gave me these.  I went in on Friday and teared up (ok, almost burst with tears) when I explained that I can't cook dinner anymore, I can't clean the house anymore, I can hardly get up out of my chair at work to go to the printer.  I'm getting more labs done, but she thinks I have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, which she said is bad.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chronic_fatigue_syndrome

I'm guessing it's one of those diseases where something is definitely wrong with you but the doctors don't know what it is so they tag it as this.

George promises, swears that he won't take even a little piece of one.

 

 

When I was 0 - I was born

 

When I was 1 - I must've developed my thumb-sucking habit

 

When I was 2 - I wore pjs that was like a whole body suit, and I remember rushing to undress from that ridiculous costume one night and peed myself before I could sit on the toilet, also the year my father took pictures of me in our backyard and my mother had a porcelain doll made from those pictures

 

When I was 3 - That was the year I met my BFFE

 

When I was 4 - I started to play the piano

 

When I was 5 - I moved into the bestest house ever

(picture was actually taken at the first house I ever lived in)

 

When I was 6 - My mother decided I was too cool for school and homeschooled me half-days

 

When I was 7 - That was start start of my awfully long "awkward phase"

(we had to put our folders up like that during a test to prevent cheating)

 

When I was 8 - I decided after a couple of months that being 8 was "boring," got baptized, and also started to play the violin

 

When I was 9 - I decided that I wanted to be homeschooled full-time instead of going to public school

(not sure if this was when I was 9, but had to show a pic of my awkward phase)

 

When I was 10 - I finally quit sucking my thumb (no joke)

 

When I was 11 - I had surgery on my right knee (it was all very exciting)

(Chrissey, remember Saint?)

(my knee eventually swolled (swelled?) up to the size of a women's basketball, the white tights were to keep the swelling down or something, had to wear those for weeks)

 

When I was 12 - My sister Amy taught me how to do my hair and my awkward phase finally started to end

 

When I was 13 - I started going back to public school full-time

 

When I was 14 - I had the hottest body I've ever had in my life, and I moved to New Jersey

 

When I was 15 - I had my first official job as a waitress, had what I still call the best year of my life, made a ton of friends, and I moved from New Jersey to Utah

 

When I was 16 - I fell in love with photography

 

When I was 17 - I started ditching school almost every day to spend it with a guy I thought I was going to marry

 

When I was 18 - The guy I thought I was going to marry left on a mission and I lost myself completely... I moved out of my mother's house, met George, moved to Florida, moved back to Utah, moved into an apartment with a complete stranger, moved in with Cari...

 

When I was 19 - I started smoking, I started using, I started to lose all control, all feeling, all life, moved to Washington state and cleaned up, moved back to Utah

 

When I was 20 - I got engaged, I got married

 

When I was 21 - I started settling down.  And I'm learning a lot.