Sorry For The Interruption Folks

My life is full of interruptions, good ones, bad ones, upside down ones.

At the first of April I drove to TX to pick up my husband at Ft Hood. He was coming home for his 30 day leave after being in Baghdad, Iraq for 12 months. I was 5 hours out from Killeen, just minutes from Shreveport, LA when I was rear-ended on the interstate. Talk about an interruption. My car suffered some damage.

I know it doesnt look that bad but I was devastated. I'd had the car for 2 months. I'd never been in an accident on my own so far from home. I was driving safely, duuuude what the hell?! But the lady who hit me was apologetic & owned up to the whole deal. I've been lucky to have a great insurance company & so did she. I've had no problems from either of them.

I dropped my car off Monday for the repairs. I got a call that when they took it apart there was some other damage. So instead of getting my car back Friday it will now be Monday or Tuesday. I. Miss. My. Sirius. Radio. I. Miss. My. Car. It's been 2 days. 2 D-A-Y-S, I got it bad. But the good news is that I got a rental - one big enough for our family of 6 & it doesnt cost me a thing.

It's NOT my style. I'm not a minivan - Soccer Mom type. But I'm grateful for a roomy ride until my car's ready.

So things are good and while some interruptions are quite an inconvenience, I'd rather stick to the positive side of things.

Somewhere Inside

I realize that most people live their life the way they want. That's 100% cool with me. My peeve is that I dont want to be a part of everyone's life, understand that & we'll be good. I dont want to know every detail. I'm not interested in how your life is falling apart when YOUR decisions are the very reason it's doing so.

I need SPACE. I dont like to have people at my house everyday. I dont like to SOCIALIZE every day. I like the quiet or at least MY quiet ie: my husband, my kids, & myself enjoying a relaxing evening at home. I live a busy, full life of my own. I dont want anyone else's life intricacies to add to my already overflowing pile of shit.

I'm not one to put up with opportunists. Everything I have is by hardwork & diligence. NOT because I used other people or relied on someone's good heart or guilt and/or pity to get what I needed. I feel that if I can do it then so can other people. Maybe I'm selfish with my help. I'll help you if you deserve it but dont expect me to if you are entirely capable of doing it yourself. I have a word for that - Laziness. Sometimes you need to learn how to stand on your own two feet - there's no better time than now.

Somewhere Inside you need to find your own way, figure out your own puzzle, & stop relying on people to show you the way.

Alas It's Begun

So today I start yet another blog with all hopes that it doesn't die a slow, agonizing, miserable death. Here you will get to experience life with me, possibly on a regular basis, which should both scare & fascinate you. I'll warn you though - when I titled this blog Manic Transmissions, it was appropriate. My emotions can be quite manic, up one minute, down the next. Have I always been this way? Not really, I've found that life with 4 children & a husband with a military career has definitely been the catalyst for my mental despair. In a sick, demented way I love it.

So I'll leave you with a lil captured moment of bliss: