Since you've been gone

I'm such a bad blogger. The first step is admitting it.

It's pretty easy to take an experience, pull one thought from it, and post it on Facebook. But whether it's humor, frustration, confusion, etc., it's just one small piece of a larger part of your life. Toward the end of the year I've rapidly become disillusioned with FB and decided it's much more fun to tell the whole story. This way no one will read just one or two sentences and sit there thinking "What a great picture of her kids! How does she manage?" or "Well, that doesn't sound so bad." or "Wow. I wonder how she's processing/dealing with that?" Now there will be no such wondering. You will all instead be thinking "My God, it took 47 tries to get that picture." and "OH. Now I see she's making a joke to keep from crying." or "Good Lord she is totally bat-shit crazy."

Mildly interesting things that happened in the last few months or so that I did not blog about (but totally should have):

Ashlyn fell on her Heelys and broke her arm. Again.

We moved from Seoul to Pyeongtaek.

Skylar started preschool.

Owen joined the Cub Scouts.

Haley got a boyfriend.

Ashlyn fell down and almost broke her head and Scott threw away everybody's Heelys.

Haley made all A's on her report card, a huge mistake on her part, because now we know she's not dumb like we originally thought, but actually just lazy.

Fat Heidi went on a diet.

Two different doctors diagnosed me with COPD, the third leading cause of death and illness worldwide that has no cure.

Skylar got a boyfriend.

I learned how to download movies and television shows off the internet for free.

I had a lung scan to determine the severity of my COPD and found out I did NOT have COPD.

The lung scan showed a tumor on my 8th vertebrae of my spine. I named him Marty.

I was diagnosed with asthma and given two inhalers and three more oral medications to take daily.

Haley joined the guitar club.

I had several heated arguments with random Koreans.

Fat Heidi lost around 4 pounds in 5 months. She's still fat.

I opted against surgery to remove my tumor because I am afraid of doctors who do not speak English.

Scott broke his nose in the unit flag football game.

I forgot to turn off the stove before we left for the day and nearly burned down the building.

I quit all physical activity while the doctors spent several months altering my medication dosages. I promptly lost 7 pounds.

Scott and I implemented the weekly Thursday Lunch Date. Skylar also attends.

Haley dumped her boyfriend.

Skylar got another boyfriend. I'm relatively sure the first one doesn't know.

The fire alarm went off and we had to evacuate the building. The kids freaked out.

My doctor told me I needed to start seeing a Pulminary Specialist for treatment. I declined, again because of the language thing.

Scott found out he will have to have surgery on his nose.

Skylar asked Santa for a Barbie Dream House, which not ONE SINGLE STORE on the internet would ship to an APO address.

Scott was confirmed a slot in the August 2012 Command and General Staff College 1-year course at Fort Leavenworth.

My parents visited.

Scott's mother spent $75 to ship a Barbie Dream House to us.

We had another fire alarm and had to evacuate again. The kids freaked out again.

I finally found a wii game I could beat Scott at.

I would say one of my New Year's Resolutions is to be better at keeping up with my blog, but there's no fun in that. Resolutions should be about much more interesting and/or controversial things, otherwise nobody wants to hear about it. Nobody cares if you're going to run a marathon or drink more water! That's BORING! I'm not going to sit here and talk about any crap resolutions like that!

How many times have you asked someone about their resolutions and they said I'm going to save more money! or I'm going to eat more salad! or I'm going to read a book a week! YAWN. But hey, let somebody throw in some words like drugs, porn, or affair and OMG people can't get enough. BLOG BLOG BLOG.

Sadly, I don't have anything like that to give up, and I can't even make up some pretend ones because people would take it seriously and the next thing you know I would think I'm going to meet a few friends at Starbucks and instead it would be something entirely different and uncomfortable.

Plus, the things I do that are bad I like too much to give up Like cheat at the wii to beat Scott. Give that up? No way.