GUH! My nose is staging a rebellion. cedeing from the rest of my face. I need some Nyquil.

The truth is; I think my symptoms, (sniffling, sneezing, stuffy-head, aches...) are stress related. Oh, not to mention a nice acne outbreak at the age of 34. add clerasil to the shopping list.

I really don't want this update to become a whinning list, but I feel crappy and 's face it... it's my page. You don't have to listen (please listen!).
It could be worse, I could chat about presidential politics.

In no particular order:
the in-law wars continue- Mother in-law Patty is off on another one of her depressive Ted (father in-law) hating moods. she refuses to talk to anybody. Cameron and his dog have been staying at my place for 5 days. They hate eachother. they need to grow up. I refuse to get involved again.
Tonight Cameron and Shelby are at thier father's house. David just quit his bus driving job due to the high stress level (insert snicker here), and took a job with the same company washing the busses. Downward mobility at it's finest... Oh well, it's not like he has kids to take care of. David is another person that needs to grow up, and take responsibility for his kids. He buys a pick-up, volunteers for a demotion, while I work my ass off to feed and care for his kids. There is no justice. My escort is still broken... X-mas looks if-fy, my dryer quit working (again), and he's out buying Playstation games.

Monica has been "sick" for weeks... litterally. One thing after another...head, back, flu, cold... you name it, one long string of ailments. Today she finally got up at 4:30pm... and fell asleep again at 9:30pm a rough 5 hour day. At one point recently Monica was going to find a part time job... to help with X-mas. I pretty much think it's something that will never happen, and at the rate that she feels crummy, it is destined to never last.

I hate to admit how many times in the past 4 months since we moved back into our house she has filled aperscriptions for pain pills under my name... lets just say I have been "consulted" by the pharmacist on the rate that I have been taking pain pills. I also hate to admit my complicity in her taking pills perscribed to me. I wont try to sound like a hapless victim... just an unhappy co-conspirator.

"Kleenex and Stridex junkie."