To attack or not to attack...that is the question.

WHY WHY WHY do I do this?  I found this picture online and it described me perfectly.  I over think things WAY too much, and I've been doing it a lot lately. I hate it.  I want to stop it but it's practically impossible.  When Casey gets quiet and doesn't say much I instantly replay everything over in my head wondering what I did wrong.  "Was it something I said? Did I not kiss him at the right time? Did I make the wrong food? What did I do?"

       

Oh...and the jealousy monster has been coming out lately too.  What the heck is going on?  Casey and I like watching the newlywed game on TV (which we did this morning). Big mistake.  An interesting question was asked about your husbands previous relationship.  Me, being the stupid curious girl that I am, proceeded to ask him (yes...I asked. It's my fault.) what he would have answered.  Obviously it wasn't the answer I wanted to hear and instantly wanted to attack. WW3 was about to take place in our living room, and the evil monster inside was ready to be unleashed.  I wanted to hunt down his ex girlfriend first and then deal with him later.  I bet you can guess what happened next.

        

   No no no, I didn't beat up his ex. I didn't attack him with my air soft gun either.

 (I should have though. The air soft gun part.)

My thinker started thinking again.  (Yes I know...shame on  me).  "I'm not good enough for him. His ex was perfect and I'm not. He wishes I was her. They were young and fun and I'm boring and dull..." MAKE IT STOP!!!! I won, he loves me, I know it's true. He married me and not her. I'm the one he picked.  I'm the one he loves.  

Isn't that just sick and wrong though?  Why on earth do I do that? It actually really ticks me off because I know better than to think like that. It's all my fault and I can't blame anyone but myself which ticks me off even more. It's always better when you can put the blame on someone else.

In conclusion...

Quit worrying (impossible)

Watch the newlywed game alone (possible) 

Don't reach into his past (never never ever again)

Don't bite off more than I can chew (I'll work on that)

On a positive note, aren't my two nieces so cute! I was having some fun with my new camera that my wonderful husband bought me for Christmas.  I may get jealous but I still love that sexy beast.

Gemma & Sophie

I've lost my wisdom

Let me tell ya...the only way to celebrate the new year right is by having your wisdom teeth YANKED out.  I really shouldn't complain...after all, it was my decision to get them pulled out in the first place, but really?  I can't tell you how much I LOVE waking up every morning feeling like little leprechauns river danced on my face all night while they shoved rotten fish and eggs down my throat.  ( I had no idea breath could smell this bad.)  I had no idea anything could smell this bad.  I always make sure to stand at least 8 feet away before talking to anyone.  My breath reeks, my face is fat, I'm sore, ugly, and hungry all the time, and I've stooped so low that I'm watching 16 and pregnant right now.  Honestly...how dumb could you be to make a show about 16 year old girls getting themselves knocked up.  By broadcasting this crap you're telling girls around the world it's ok to go have sex and make a baby.  Everyone else does it. Even though you're still a kid yourself, go ahead and raise one.  Ya..I just changed the channel. I think my pain pills are inter fearing with my judgment.  Or it could be that my wisdom was stolen from me.  Who knows?

There are however two good things that have come from this whole experience.  The first one being Ice Cream.  I'm on my second carton of sherbet ice cream and boy howdy that stuff is amazing.  It makes life a little bit better in a world filled with pain and stench.  It's gotta be the rainbow kind though.  None of this one flavor crap.  You can't have a party in your mouth with just orange.  You gotta throw in the lemon lime and raspberry too. The second good thing is this.  Right here. This blogging stuff.  If it weren't for my boredom and free time, I would have never started this whole thing up.  Now...I may not keep up on it as soon as my mouth is healed, but at least I gave it a try right.  Hopefully that's not the case though.  I'll try my hardest to keep it up. I promise.

Casey has been a trooper through it all.  He washes the dishes and drives me to the store to get ice cream and frosties.  I married a good one that's for sure.  And yes you read it right, HE WASHES THE DISHES! You aren't seeing things, and you don't have to tell me how lucky I am because I already know.

I guess what all if this boils down to is this....
Getting your wisdom teeth out sucks butt,
16 and pregnant is ridiculous,
Rainbow sherbet is better than not rainbow sherbet,
Blogging is going to be an adventure, &
I am the luckiest girl in the world to have married Casey Richman.

And so it begins...

I really really hated to do this.  I told myself I'd never join the blogging world and follow the crowd, but I have the hardest time writing in a journal and figured this would help me write down a few of the things that are happening in my life.  So here I am...writing down a Richman's life...the adventures of Casey & Keely.