bittersweet_wolf

Hey guys!

When last I wrote, I was eagerly awaiting getting to put in the normal-length barbell. So eager was I that my goofy ass went and pounced on it the moment 12:00am flipped onto the clock signifying the arrival of the Friday 2 weeks after my piercing. ^{_^ It was good enough for me.}

It was an interesting experience trying to get the barbell put in LoL It wasn’t hard for me to find the hole because 1: As I took the longbar out, I watched the area of the underside of my tongue so that I could see the hole once it was all the way out and 2: There was quite an obvious puckered area surrounding the hole. Hell. All I needed were some flashing neon lights screaming “SCREW IT IN HERE!!!!” with a bunch of flashing arrows pointing to it. :-)

It wasn’t really hard putting it in. I was actually a little apprehensive about my ability to do it by myself. It went in easily enough, though, although it took a few seconds for it to find the exit hole because the angle I was holding it at missed the exit completely for a moment.

The REALLY interesting part for me once I had the barbell in place was screwing the ball on. Dropped the damn thing twice I did and there was one heart-stopping moment where I thought I’d lost it down the drain of the sink. It took a few tries, but I finally got it on.

And I swear, the difference not only in the length but the WEIGHT of the long and normal bars was…....amazing. It was a relief, really. I was slightly startled at the tighter sensation of the balls of the tongue ring hugging my tongue so snugly, but it was something I quickly got used to.

I’ve found that it’s a LOT easier to speak and eat with the normal tongue ring in and I’ve already gotten to the point that 98% of the time I barely even know that it’s in my mouth. ^_

Oh, and by the way: During that brief space of time where my tongue was completely bereft of tongue ring while I switched them out, it was the WEIRDEST thing not having anything in there. It actually made me talk funny a little bit! LoL! How ironic, yes?

My first entry on how life was just basically nothing but shit since we moved to OKC was on May 8. And at that time, I hadn’t even begun to see the enormous ice burg of bullshit that awaited us because of this stupid state.

My kids were taken away a month later by people whose heads were so far up their asses that even as we were trying to tell them the things that had been going on, even as we tried to tell them that my daughter’s failure to thrive was due to infant reflux, they didn’t want to listen.

My children were taken away by CPS on my husband’s freakin’ birthday for crying out loud! And did they EVER listen to us about the things that were going on with my daughter medically? NO. Oh, but guess what now? I’ve seen recent doctor reports on my daughter and guess what? THEY’VE FINALLY ADMITTED THAT SHE DOES INDEED HAVE INFANT REFLUX THAT DOES AFFECT HER WEIGHT AND EVERYTHING ELSE THAT WE TRIED TO TELL ALL THESE STUPID PEOPLE!

And do you think that we’ve heard a SINGLE apology? A SINGLE “ma’am, you were right all along” or anything like that. NO. Because something of that nature would be logical to say. Kind, even. Fact is, the people that run this state, the people whose actions directly affect you and your family, are too stupid to realize the things that are of a logical nature, and things that are kind are even further beyond their intellectual grasp.

And now this Saturday (November 4) will be my son’s 2nd birthday and I won’t be able to spend it with him. Why? Because of stupid people. Starting out with an EXTREMELY spiteful nurse. >.<

I fucking hate this place and I can’t wait to leave.

If you have kids and you live in Oklahoma (particularly OKC), MAKE SURE THAT THE PEDIATRICIAN THAT YOU TAKE YOUR KIDS TO ISN’T SO FUCKING PARANOID AS TO CALL DHS/CPS OVER EVERY LITTLE THING AND WHO UNDERSTANDS THAT SOMETIMES THERE ARE THINGS THAT YOU CAN’T CONTROL EVEN AS YOU ARE DOING EVERYTHING THAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO DO.

Sad thing is that we have 2 other friends who’ve also had their kids taken away for bullshit reasons too.

breathes

Ok. End rant.

Oh! And, to whoever may be reading this: If you’re trying to sit there all hoity-toity, thinking that we deserved having our kids ripped away from us: FUCK YOU. Our kids are the most precious and most important people in our lives. And you know what? They know they are, you can tell just by looking at them in the pictures of them that I have on here.

So, kindly, shag off and rot. And you can suck my left nut while you’re at it.

I don’t cook for Wes nearly often enough. He cooks things for me all the time, but I don’t return the favor nearly as often as I should.

However, I have been making more of an effort to participate in the kitchen and at least HELP him with whatever he’s making.

And tonight I cooked him some steaks which didn’t turn out too bad at all considering that I’d never cooked steaks before! Got the shit stung out of me from the oil, though. That wasn’t fun. Oh well. Small price to pay just to hear his approval of my first-time endeavor.