Lost and found

Well it seems like my life is spinning out of control these days. I have the weight of what feels like world on my shoulders, please give me anymore, I don't think I can handle another ounce!
Here is an update for all of you. Last week my husband left and said that he needed some space. I was torn apart, what horrible timing in my life. I felt like I could barely move. Let's see how much stress Amy can possibly handle? Like full time nursing school and two jobs isn't enough.
Now my brain is buzzing, when is gonna come back home?
Well he did come back home yesterday...but it was only for a moment. And its game over...I lose. I lose everything. He wants a divorce. He feels like he is holding me back and that he just can't do this anymore.
I can't afford to stay in the house, but I have no where I can really go. I can't afford my own place, I have too much stuff to comfortably stay anywhere that has offered and I hate relying on other people for too much.
My BFF Cori offered me room at her house and also offer me the ability to store whatever I want in her basement...I have so much stuff, it isn't even funny. I really don't think she even has the slightest idea of how much is really is. After being married for 5 years and living on your own for a little while before that, you tend to accumulate things, lots of things. Or at least I do. I am attached to things as well, which makes it so hard to get rid of them. I love her to death for being so supportive, but I feel bad about wanting to take it too.
I'd love to stay with my folks (which is what may happen during the weekdays) but there really isn't much room for me there. My mom is a pack rat like me and the spare rooms are stuffed to the gills with stuff. Maybe the need for "stuff" is genetic. My great grandma had a ton of stuff when they cleaned out her house. My aunt I think is the queen of "stuff".
So I have packed up a few boxes of my "stuff" and its killing me. This is my house, my home, my place and I am sad. Smudge and I will make it, but it is going to be the hardest year of my life. There is so much pressure on me now to be successful with school, I almost can't handle it. Please please please pray for me or for whatever you can, I need all of the help and strength I can get in these next few months.

Its Bombtastic

So in cue from my scrappy friends, I too bought some letters and had a good time with them in Key West, here is what I have, enjoy:

JEEZUS CHRIST!!

So on our way down to Key West it was late...about 11 or so and my friend Tippi who was driving was like Jesus Christ, all loud. We were like, huh and then we saw it:
The larger than life stone Jesus. Yowsers I feel like such a sinner.

Such a klutz

So this weekend I was busy getting ready for my trip and I was doing laundry. What fun!
Anyway, I have to wear an apron for work and when i take it to the laundry shoot, Smudge always follows me chasing the apron ties. So I was enjoying watching him chase the strings that I was running around the house, so he could chase me. Well I got tired of playing that decided to dangle the apron by the stairs to the basement and I guess i got carried away and wasn't paying attention and boom, I fell down the small set of stairs. My freaking foot is still killing me. What a fricking klutz, i swear!
Oh yeah and FYI, the karma is back. I got rear ended again this weekend WTF! Good thing I didn't take my car in for repair yet. Geez Louise, I need to take the "hit me" sign off of my car. LOL.

The wrong way to meet your neighbors

So...I am driving home from work tonight, after having a crappy night I might add and I get a hankering for Starbucks...hazelnut hot chocolate. Its cold, it snowing and after the shabby money making evening I just had at work, I thought that some yum yum's would make me feel better (no wise cracks at the emotional eating please, rofl).
So I am turning into the driveway to the Starbucks that is about 3 1/2 miles from my house and I see this car flying up on me...WHACK! She hits me (not super hard though), it kind of felt like a hit from a bumper car. The first words out of my mouth were "son of a bitch, watch where you are going!". These words of course were said on my car as I was circling the parking lot because she turned into the exit only side of the lot.
I get out of my car and she gets out her car and we survey the damage. My bumper is hanging off a little bit and hers is WAY worse. Her light is smashed out, her hood is semi-crumpled up, its super scraped up from hitting my hitch. She asked if I wanted to call the cops, I said no, because I just wanted to get home and the cops are a pain in the ass. We exchanged info.
As I handed her mine, she was like OMG I live on Roseland too. I am like are you serious...where? She tells me and I know the house because it is almost a carbon copy of mine on the other end of the street.
Small fricking world, huh?
So after we exchanged info, I got my hot chocolate and she went home.
The weird part about all of it, is that I was completely unfazed by the whole situation. It was kind of like, ah well. The girl probably thought I was stoned or something because I was all calm about it. But I wasn't, I was just tired and thinking about karma...Is that what I get for teasing the girl at work that smashed her car last week? LOL. Life's a bitch isn't it!

Just call me Dr. Amy...I'll diagnose you

So since beginning my Psych rotation I have been awakened to all kinds of things around me. I watch how people are and I try to pinpoint what I think could be wrong with them. I monitor their moods and behaviors analyze what I "think" they have. It is so funny.
That was one of my biggest fears about Chris going in to the Psych field is that he would do that to me, but look at me, now I am doing it.
It is so amazing how much "mental health", really affect everything else in our lives. From how to cope with things that bother u, to how we manage our anger, to how we are in general. In some way or another it all is linked together and I never really realized it until now.
I am pretty sure that I have 2 bipolar uncles, who could seriously benefit from meds and learning new coping skills. I am fairly certain that a number of my friends and family are depressed. I haven't pinpointed out any Schizophrenics yet...unless maybe you want to add in some of my co-workers!

I'm not fat...I'm just big boned

So yesterday was my grandpa's birthday and we celebrated like we usually do with a nice dinner and then all coming back to my grandparents house for cake and ice cream. Well...today was not just ordinary.
My grandpa got a Wii for his 77th b-day. It was something he wanted for christmas and weren't able to get one, but my mom got up super early a few weeks ago and waited for one at Meijer's. Success!
It was so fun. I have never played with a Wii, it was so much more fun than a regular video game. The bad part it all is that I am sore from playing with it...how sad it that!!!
I really need to get my ass in shape. I wonder if my grandpa is as sore as i am?