Congratulations Eunuch!

Eunuch got engaged last night!!! Wedding bells will be ringing for he and his lady fair in the next several months!!!!


Passport papers are handled, just have to get pictures made and the paperwork can be turned in. The paperwork regarding Scout and his hemophilia goes in this week, as well, and hopefully that will be decided soon enough.

I am running in the Armed Services YMCA Mud Run 11 August, wish me luck! 5 miles is going to be havoc on me!!!!

Other is doing well, for the most part. He's having his hert montiored, so hopefully they will get to the bottom of what's going on with him.

Why I went Gothic

I get asked that question alot, here of late. Why's my hair two different colors, and why do I wear gothic eyeliner? Well kids, gather 'round and get comfy, and I shall explain.......

The answer to the first question is relatively easy. I was in the military for 6 years, and had to follow regulation(with loopholes big enough to drive semi's through, for some people) with regard to hair, makeup, etc. Well, I conformed for 6 years. Time to do what I want with my hair. I've always liked the Rogue look, from XMen, so I decided to wear mine like that as well. On the other hand, if you want a more 'personal' answer, I have only just gotten the confidence to wear my personality on the outside, rather than hide it.

The eyeliner. Gothic, by many standards, de rigeur for the women in my biological family. But for me, it's more of my personality creeping out. For a long time I have always felt the need to compartmentalize my personality, my tastes, etc. Once I got out of the military, and had to define myself all over again, as the military no longer had the control over that, I have been letting myself free. Why Gothic? Because it's what I relate to. I have a deep dark side. I have a wild streak. And they both show in my hair. I guess I just changed my sppearance to look like what's inside....

What I do not to get paid

Every week, I get this speech from both of my managers, of how I need to be making contacts(either in oerson on over the phone), setting appointments, and writing insurance. Yea........

Well, come to find out, out of 4 agents, only 1 is making any money. The idea that it's not just me, should be a comfort. But isn't, oddly enough. Ziggy is getting more upset by the day with this job. And nothing part time is panning out yet.

So the frustration mounts. Trying to decide if I should just quit working altogether and stay home and get ready to move to Germany.

Other

Ok, I admit.......I keep up with him in my own non-interfereing way. As in I read his blog on MySpace. He's been having problems sleeping. As in he doesn't sleep. He's been prescribed meds to help him sleep, to no avail. He's been prescribed anti-depressants (God knows why), and no help.

Now they want to send him to a heart doctor. This tells me 2 things. One, that the doc has no clue what to do with him, and keeps pawning him off on others. And two, the caffeine that he seriously cut back on a few years ago, WASN'T the reason he was so wired for sound all the time.

I'm worried now. Not freaky-Oh-My-God-What's-Wrong kind of worried, but the you're-perfectly-healthy-so-why-would-this-be-happening type of worried. Not freaking out. Yet.

I worry about him. I care, therefore I worry. I wanna write him, and I can't. Well, I can, but he won't answer. Or acknowledge the message. Yea. I'm not all about that. So I'll worry in silence....except for the blog.

Progress

So the realtor was here to talk about selling Casa de Seigerman. THinking of selling it for 220K. We have to paint walls and do a few things here and there, and it may go on the market at the end of July/early August. I don't mind telling you guys that this terrifies me. I love my house. It's home.....or has been for the past 3 years. MiniMachine was brought home to this house. MiniZiggy learned all his firsts in this house. This is where I start having problems dealing with change. I start digging my heels in and resisting everything going on related to a move. Ugh.

MiniMachine(Riley) is trying to pull herself up to a stand now. Totally skipping crawling. Which is fine. She's so pretty, too.........

Ugh. I have so much I need to do.