tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348835242011-12-22T08:14:30.644-05:00Military wife. Twenty-something emotional female. Over-analytical and always well-dressed. <br><br> This is the blog of Madison... questioning and demanding as usual.Madisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119389492971556317noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34883524.post-72734808564733593342006-12-31T02:09:00.000-05:002006-12-31T02:12:06.383-05:00

So it's officially New Year's Eve...And later I'll post my resolutions... after I pretend to go to sleep.I really need to go to the doctor and have my head looked at again.Backstory quickly: I'm Cyclothymic. It's a less severe form of Bipolar... more like a not so severe Bipolar 1- the manic dominate one not the depressive dominate one.And guess what? I'm in a manic phase.Full swing.

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So I'm in a total conundrum.I feel like I have no idea what the fuck is going on most of the time. It's like, when you think your life is one way and then it totally kicks you in the ass you end up not really knowing which way is up.I'm torn in my emotions. It's like, one minute I just want to kick DH in the skull with heels on... then the next I just want to cuddle up next to him.This FUCKING

Madisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119389492971556317noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34883524.post-18924044649610617682006-12-21T11:03:00.000-05:002006-12-21T11:11:44.489-05:00

Oh my gawsh it's been forever!So much has changed in my world... but we'll start with my head. My head is fine now after the accident with the whole brick sidewalk.DH and I were going to work on our marriage, then he picked alcohol over me, said he wanted a divorce... then within a week we repeated the same events ver batum... and I think it's shitty.So I'm sitting here, actually quite upset with

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I just wanted to let everyone know that I don't know when I'll be back on, but early Sunday morning I had an accident and received a concussion due to it.The accident wasn't that bad- ended up getting tripped by MP thanks to a tie-out leash and hit my head on the brick sidewalk... but even though I have no exterior signs my brain is telling me and DH otherwise.It's bad enough to have symptoms

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The lyrics to the song that's been stuck in my head since darling husband turned into dick head husband.Figured I needed to get it out, while I was spilling "privileged information" about Miss Maddy. :)I feel my wings have broken in your handsI feel the words unspoken insideWhen they pull you underAnd I would give you any thing you wantYou were all I wantedAll my dreams are falling downCrawling

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Now, this is what Evil Spock has been waiting for...My Bruce Campbell Shrine.You see that face? Now, many of you would call me crazy for thinking that's sexy... and granted I married someone totally different than that- but let me explain myself before ya'll go passing judgement.The year was 1993. I was about 11 or 12 years old. I was madly in love with horses, and thought that I would marry a

Madisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119389492971556317noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34883524.post-51330745673234098492006-11-03T02:01:00.000-05:002006-11-03T02:03:28.177-05:00

My meow-meow is quite upset at the attention put upon the two monsters in his life...So MM has told me to find this link and have you read it.Now MM wants to terrorize the carpet. That's all he wanted to say.

Madisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119389492971556317noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34883524.post-28995593942037529802006-11-02T23:31:00.000-05:002006-11-03T02:14:16.933-05:00

I told Baba G. that I'd write a little something on my "sons". Also, I know that BSB wanted some pictures.That right there is Monster Puppy. He's my baby all right. For those that don't know, he's a weimaraner. Let's see... a little first about the weimaraner shall we? It helps explain his "issues" better at first...According to the Weimaraner Club of America, if you go here you will see this:"

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I'm bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. It's 1.35 am.I'm having issues with insomnia. Problem is, I can't fall asleep. I don't feel tired. Then when I do... I wake up shortly after falling asleep ready to go. Yet, I force myself to stay in bed until a "normal" time and then before I know it the clock is reading some number between 10 and 11 am.I've tried changing things. Caffeine, nicotine, sugar...

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So I'm a football lover. I love my home team, and I love another team that's not any place that I've ever been to... yet.It's not wrong. I just have always felt like both were my teams.Now, it seems like I can be happy. However... go here.I'm a Patriots girl (#3) and a Broncos girl (#4).Don't hate me because I love two teams... not everyone has to be super loyal to one when they can be sort of

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Well, it's a little after 10 pm on Halloween Night, and after an evening of no scary movies, no get togethers, and no Trick or Treating I can safely say that I've officially let DH ruin the holiday for me.I was hoping for at least a Harry Potter marathon. Dementors give me the chills more than Jason, Mike Myers, and Pin-cushion combined with Jigsaw and his sidekick chick.But nope. I'm online

Madisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119389492971556317noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34883524.post-25501625538903300952006-10-31T21:04:00.000-05:002006-10-31T21:09:33.557-05:00

Why is it certain family members only think you want to talk to them when you want something like cash?Even when you've never talked to them for that as a reason. EVER.Isn't it just possible that you want to shoot the breeze with them because you love them? Maybe miss them? Oh, wait- how about both?I don't think I can keep living with the knowledge of someone close to me thinking I constantly

Madisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119389492971556317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34883524.post-66483058838070401092006-10-30T13:30:00.000-05:002006-10-30T14:02:52.981-05:00

So much for Mother Nature turning off the wind.Stupid weather.So Saturday started off rocky- and I got bitchy at bunches of things. Wanted to go out with friends to a Halloween party. Weather was terrible and DH didn't want to drive that far to go... and neither of us were in a "dressing up" mood. I think the choice to not go wasn't so bad... but having to tell people that we weren't going put me

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I just read this and it made my skin crawl.EYELASH IMPLANTS.Don't believe? Read it yourself.Apparently it's hair from your scalp and you have to trim and curl it to make it "normal".When you think the world is screwed up enough- something like this comes around.:::shivers:::

Madisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119389492971556317noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34883524.post-74667438135446940202006-10-27T22:48:00.000-05:002006-10-27T22:50:06.859-05:00

I just looked at my blog and guess what my adsense says?"How to have an affair"Like that's click-worthy.I'm giving this stupid thing until tomorrow before it gets deleted. I'm all for single people doing their own thing- but I'm all set with instructions on my blog about how to cheat on someone.Seriously.

Madisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119389492971556317noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34883524.post-45177327093397529962006-10-27T12:53:00.000-05:002006-10-27T13:15:56.832-05:00

This morning I called my cellphone provider to cancel. I murdered my phone a month ago in order to get the one I just got and refuse to pay $200+ for a phone than others can get for $79.99. Why should a current customer have to pay more than a new one? But anyways...It's a $200 early termination fee for canceling my murdered phone's line... and I got out of it.I told them about my terrible luck

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So I'm randomly reading postings from Evil Spock and stumble upon a certain posting that I have to mention. It's about a quiz, and you can read about it here.This is my end result. I am Mr Do.I am sedentary by nature, enjoying passive entertainment, eating when the mood takes me, and playing with my food. I try to avoid conflict, but when I'm angered, I can be a devil - if you force me to fight,

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I've been noticing my adsense is putting up ads regarding these topics:DivorceAdulteryMarriage CounselingGet a DateDepressionWhat the hell is going on?! This better not be "a sign". They need to put something else up. Like feeding the homeless or world peace. Isn't that what this blog is about? *smirk*

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I just went back outside, hoping the wind would've finally quit. Nope. It's been windy for a few days, and I'm honestly quite stick of it.DH called me earlier and informed me that for our third anniversary he might be TDY again. It's in about three months, but still. Last year he was stuck at Keesler AFB while I was here... and I spend our anniversary at a strip club with two friends. No, not a

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Well, there's no "bun in the oven".I'm sort of feeling relieved and a wee bit disappointed all in one. That's fine though, because even though I want to be a mom one day, today just isn't it. Besides, this means that I can still enjoy alcoholic beverages over the holidays. :)It also means that I don't have to feel guilty for getting a new cellphone and going shopping with DH for bras! DH is a "

Madisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119389492971556317noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34883524.post-76249508331711207342006-10-16T12:01:00.000-05:002006-10-16T12:13:28.155-05:00

DH has a tendency to phone me from work. Constantly. Some days it's only twice, others it seems like every ten seconds.He has his PT test through the military.When he was on active duty he was, well, more active. Much more active.Now he's guard, well, you get the point from the previous sentence.I know it's terrible, but DH is vain. He likes looking good not for me, but so "the other girls are

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It's been a few days...Friday I went into Boston and saw Blue Man Group for the second time, with DH and Brother.On the way there, we got stuck in traffic. It took us 3 hours to go 1 exit. Read the synopsis here. Good thing we left early because we barely made it there on time. Isn't it odd how whenever you're stuck in traffic that's when your bladder needs to expel itself ASAP?Brother never saw

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I really should be cleaning and doing laundry so I can pack away summer clothing right now. (My last big hoorah before the holidays and laziness kicks in...)Instead I'm googling apple recipes. Myself and the DH went apple picking this past weekend, and he got a bit too excited. We came home- just two of us mind you- with $40 worth of apples. That's a full bushel or whatever it is. That's like 100

Madisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119389492971556317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34883524.post-38786410490264743212006-10-09T23:49:00.000-05:002006-10-09T23:59:08.803-05:00

I'm sitting here, after finally logging off myspace, and wondering what happened to me.I'm the well-mannered Southerner who always writes letters, sends cards, and prefers human-to-human contact in conversation.Yet, I've turned into the texting, emailing, comment-leaving, anti-talking to another person face-to-face or even over the telephone creature from the depths of cyberspace.When someone

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I'm lacking motivation lately.I'm not eatting properly.I'm not doing my pilates.I'm not quitting smoking- even though I know I must.I'm procrastinating on everything.I'm not sleeping well either.I feel like I'm in a lull.Funny thing about lulls though- there really isn't a way to snap out of it. It just sort of happens.Normally I know what put me in the funk to begin with, but this time I'm

Madisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119389492971556317noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34883524.post-57753920978906642582006-10-06T22:22:00.000-05:002006-10-06T22:53:29.387-05:00

What's the meaning of "I do"?Personally, I think that the role of the man has been totally destroyed.I'm not bashing the "We are women, hear us roar" movement that our mothers and grandmothers founded decades ago, but what has that cost our male generation in the process?You can see it on television commercials, and in movies.(The romantic comedy genre- obviously.)Why is it that the media

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The leaves are starting to change and gracefully make their way down to the ground. The weather is turning a tad bit nippy, and closets are starting to go through the twice-a-year turn over of the seasons.Yet, as we pack our strappy sandals and lightweight tank tops away to make room for knee-high boots and wool sweaters, something is in the air.No, I don't mean the moth balls that were lovingly

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Something I personally have never quite understood is raising your voice at someone unprovoked.According to the standard and general definition- that I'm aware of- yelling or screaming means that one is expressing an emotion in a verbal way out of an extreme emotion. Usually this is out of fear or rage. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it is usually a direct result of a catalyst.Yet, when there isn't

Madisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119389492971556317noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34883524.post-1158978017947965512006-09-22T21:19:00.000-05:002006-09-22T22:29:30.263-05:00

Is the key to surviving relationships denial?No, it isn't a river in Egypt, contrary to popular belief.We deny that we don't notice the subtle (and sometimes not so much) changes in our spouse. We deny that we might not truly have faith in their loyalty. We deny that there is anything wrong. Most importantly, we deny that we are in denial.We only hear what we want to hear, see what we want to see

Madisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18119389492971556317noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34883524.post-1158977572203006912006-09-22T21:12:00.000-05:002006-09-22T22:29:59.513-05:00

I've been talking to a few people lately, and I've figured out that loyalty almost no longer exists. Couples, married or not, who have open relationships- yet only one partner is aware and the other isn't- seem to be more abundant than those who are committed to their spouse.There are those that haven't figured out what they want. Some think they deserve more than one partner. A few look

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