Sour Faces

I started writing about 5 times yesterday, and stopped. I was just too foul to but down those thoughts. I don’t want to be bogged down with negativity here. I know it’s my diary, but one day I’d like my kids to read this, and realize that I was once a teen, with real teen problems, just like they will have. I want them to know about my lfie before them, and how hard we tried for them. I’m not a negative person, so I choose to not bring myself down, or others. I hate complaining.

Yesterday was beautiful outside, but my heart wasn’t following the weather. I blame PMS. Chris and I bickered over the course of the day, for silly reasons. Mostly my fault. He’s a good man, I realize he puts up with a lot these two weeks out of each month. I made it up to him by giving him a neck and shoulder rub at bedtime, and we cuddled until he feel asleep.

We went out to eat at Don Panchos, and on the car ride home I started feeling like throwing up. I was driving too. So I’m sitting there driving with this sour look on my face, squished up, trying not to yack. I made it to the toilet after I few dry heaves in the yard. Root beer doesn’t taste as good coming back up, especially with chicken taquitos and rice & beans. I won’t be eating there for a while. Any place that makes me puke afterward is on the off list for at least a month.

There was more drama on the boards, which I usually don’t talk about here. I think the big thing is there are a few people who don’t realize that on your diary your free to express yourself however, without worrying about offending someone. The board are different. It’s like elementry school. You have to watch what you say, and be polite. It’s not a hard task. Yet there are a few who constantly stir up trouble, and then get irked when someone actually disagrees with them. That’s when they want the mods. Otherwise we are all evil, and in a clique. It’s not a clique though, it’s supporting each other, and following the rules given to us, while also using our best judgements. The two biggest rabble rousers right now have sworn to never set foot back there after all the "injustice" and I’m doing a silent happy dance.

 I’ve decided to make my notes private only.

And for those questioning whether the PMS is PMS or pregnancy, I guess we will find out in a few days.