At least it has been kind of a while for the time frame I was blogging in anyways.  So let's see, quick updates on all as I'm supposed to be doing a few other things so I can't get entirely long winded about everything. 

Weight:  Have lost 4 lbs on top of the 6lb water weight loss...so feeling great on that one.  Finding more and more ways to get up and move around in a day.  All is well there.

Job:  So far no signs that I've been sharing my office when I'm not there, and apparently it did change but still a possibility.  Also she's only gonna be here a couple weeks and then move on to her own office building somewhere. 

Family:  Everything has calmed down for the most part.  Haven't had any big dramatic happenings recently, but as I'm sure you may already be able to depict, that could change by the minute.  Hopefully I haven't jinxed myself, but again, I'm kind of prepared when I do jinx myself, so we'll just have to wait and see.

Husband:  A complete fucking blockhead.  This is where I've chosen to be long winded.  Maybe.  I swear he's just completely annoying and I could kill him sometimes for it.  I mean it's beyond annoying...it's a mixture of being annoyed and pissed off at him.  For one thing, he's been having car problems.  Well tonight he figured out a couple things that were wrong...so I was geared up to go get the stuff to fix it.  I mean we're not made of money, but it would've worked to be able to buy his parts, have enough for his copay for his doctor appt on Friday, and enough for next week's cash for work and one of our cars to get gassed up.  We could've put the other car's gas on the credit card...maybe thirty bucks.  He was adament that we not do that though.  He wants to get the bills paid off, not add to them.  Ok...my logical thinking, and I guess not really according to him, but if we just go ahead and let the car keep having the problems it's gonna overheat, blow the motor and then he'll be out a car, we'll be out the money we paid for it just a few months ago and then be fucked all over again.  Make sense?  Apparently not.  He'd rather chance it and wait til he gets paid in a week and a half.  Then, aside from that, since I was trying to figure out what he absolutely needed and what he didn't need right now...so maybe he could replace a couple of things now and the rest later and we wouldn't have needed the credit card.  He was being all vague and wouldn't just tell me.  And ok, this isn't just my lack of knowledge, because I know enough about cars to know what in the hell he was talking about.  Hell I suggested a couple of the things to him to try in the first place.  I don't know if he wanted to figure all that out himself so he wouldn't tell me what was going on, because then that would've meant I figured it out and not him.   But I don't know.  So I felt myself getting thoroughly pissy so I just gave up and went home (we were at the farm).  He wouldn't accept any alternative to work things out, insisted on just rigging it half ass for the next week and then buying the stuff later on.  Then so I was agitated but let it drop because I didn't feel like sending my bp too high, I asked him if he wanted to go with me to get gas and go to the store since I had needed to do that since before his whole car issue.  I waited to do my errands to see if he wanted to go buy parts, big waste of my time.  So he goes, he doesn't say a word to me, I was getting too frustrated to talk to him, I knew it would've started an argument so I just kept quiet.  We managed the whole trip without one word.  Then we get back home, I pour a sink of dishes, sit down to finish watching the presidential address on the economy, all of the 2 minutes that were left anyway, and he goes back to our bedroom.  I come back there after like five minutes, because my dad wanted to talk to me for a minute, and he's undressed, under the blankets, in bed trying to fall asleep.  It was only 8pm.  So I ask him why he didn't even say goodnight or anything about going to bed.  He goes 'You were doing stuff.'  WHEN THE HELL HAS THAT EVER STOPPED HIM BEFORE!!  He just wanted to be a little whiney biotch and get a pity party.  Well fuck him...he's the one that had to be difficult, he's the one that never opens his damn mouth to talk and he knew I wasn't doing anything pressing that he couldn't have come out and said 'Hey, I'm going to bed.'  I swear he can be such an asshole and it almost always feels like he's doing it on purpose now when he decides to get in one of these moods.  All because he didn't get his way smoothly.  He is such a child and it drives me insane because I mean literally it always seems like he's throwing a selfish little tantrum because he didn't get his way.  This isn't new....it never changes...and I'm getting really sick of it.  I think of trying to have a life with him...and it's difficult.  We'll never have children at this rate, because I already told him until we can stop having these big monumental arguments because he refuses to confide in me about anything, then I refuse to even think about bringing a child into that kind of relationship.  Oh well I'm done for now because I need to take my melatonin so I can get some sleep tonight instead of laying here pissed off at him...because also, oh yes, it's taken me an hour and a half to work on this because I had to finish doing dishes and a few other things...but he's been awake this whole time watching tv (mind you, he was supposed to be trying to fall asleep but he has yet to take his glasses off) and he has not said one word to me.  Mother fucking piss ant asshole.