I'm falling behind. I have so much stuff to do. I can't seem to get it together in order to get it all done. I've turned in 2 late assignments and didn't make my attendance for the week. I only have one class at the moment. How am I going to do this when I'm in Hawaii alone with both kids (my husband leaves for 5 months shortly after we arrive and we won't get our household goods for 2 -3 months)? As it is I'm robbing Peter to pay Paul when it comes to time. If I clean the house, including getting ...
So I heard some meowing outside my apartment, and I went out to see what was up. There was a kitten outside that I had never seen around here before. I knelt down and it came to me after a while so I pet it for a while. I went in and brought it a dish of water with an ice cube in it, what with it being 95 outside. It didn't drink any water though, so that combined with it's collar make me think that it must belong to someone who just moved in or someone just got it. Still though, I let it inside ...
Last night I began a 1,500 point game against Space Wolves. We rolled for the game type and it was Capture and Control with a deployment of Spearhead (table corners). The die roll for the objectives was 2, which meant there would be 3 objectives on the board. My opponent won the die roll to go first and deployed his forces on a table corner close to the majority of the objectives. I played an Epidemius list consisting of Epidemius, Great Unclean One, 3 Nurgle Daemon Princes ...
That's my life about now. I'm taking classes and keeping my A status, doing my best with the kids each day, trying to get ready for this move, preparing myself and our son for the impending deployment, making mental lists and physical lists of things to do or not to forget, losing said lists in the process, and trying to keep up with everything else. Needless to say I am feeling drained emotionally and physically. I have so much to do here in so little time. Things are falling by the wayside so ...
Goddamnit, I've never cared about it as much as I have in these past 3-4 years. 40 pounds is pretty good. But I still have this gross stomach that's a constant reminder of the stupid years in the previous blog. And I just want it fucking gone. When I didn't care as much it wasn't a big deal, but I'm getting so impatient. I'm sick of looking like some kind of disgusting potato with a farmer's tan. Jesus. I'm doing everything right. Lots of activity, healthy diet, moderate portions, and lots ...
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