A Little More About Me

So I haven't actually said much about myself yet, have I? Here's a short list; I can be difficult to stomach in large doses:

• I'm 22
• My husband and I met at a lame "gathering" when I was barely 20. This is the only picture I have from the night we met:

The time stamp tells me the day was 10/10/10

• We got married June 25, 2012
• I have been divorced. I was a stupid girl and got married reeeaally young to someone I dated in high school. Thankfully I wasn't quite stupid enough to have children with him (he will from now on be "Manboy" or "Stephanie") and the only thing I lost in the divorce was a little pride and an some video games.
• Because, as much as Adam and I love each other, life is unpredictable, we're waiting on children until I'm much closer to 30 and he's hopefully pretty far through college.
• We have a dog, as I've mentioned, and she's my baby girl. I kind of spoil her.

• I have a strange family. My biological father is a grade-A asshole and I haven't spoken to him for about 6 years. My mother remarried when I was 17, and my step-dad is great. But along with my step-father came a bunch of new siblings. I have an older (almost 24) brother and a younger (almost 18) sister. I also have twin stepbrothers (20-ish), a younger step-brother (14), and an older step-sister (23.) So I am 3rd youngest out of... (pulls out abacus)... 7 children.  And that's just immediate family.
  
  Note: I don't count my father's new family as 1. IDGAF and 2. I don't have a clue what his situation is. I know his new-ish wife is older than he is, and he's 52. I think she has 3 kids or so in their mid- to late-30's.

A weird version of the Brady Bunch.

And as for the other junk, I'm a libertarian, an atheist, and I reserve the right to just bigots and homophobes and men who try to pretend they have a say when it comes to abortion.

New Schedules Make Me Crazy

I'm currently unemployed for a variety of reasons. This May my husband and I got in a car accident on the freeway. I was driving, the traffic in front of me stopped too quickly and the road was wet. My car slid and rear-ended the SUV in front of me. Of course the airbags didn't work, so I hit the steering wheel. Luckily we were both okay, but within the next week we:

• had a combined ER visit count of 6 (4 for me, although to be fair a couple were because I was allergic to my painkillers)
• had 4 CAT scans between us
• found out Adam has polycystic kidneys
• learned my car was totaled

So now we have one car. Adam's 1998 Acura Integra. The clutch is pretty wonky though, so it's near impossible for me to drive. We live off base anyway, so he needs the car to get to work. Therefore, I have no way to get to a job if I had one.

In addition, I don't handle stressful jobs very well. I only ever had one job in my life that I did well at. It was a low level job, but I did okay with over 50 hours a week. Here in Washington, though, I haven't been able to find anything other than fast food and I don't do well with entitled assholes telling me I should lose my job because their soda pop wasn't filled to the tippy-top (meaning, overflowing.)

So I am unemployed. I stay at home and take care of the dog, housework, sometimes dinner (though Adam does enjoy cooking so we take turns or do it together.) I do what I can, making sure his uniforms are clean every day and the dishes are done so we can eat.

Like I said in the last entry, he's a Master at Arms in the Navy, at a Marine Corps command. For 2 out of every 3 months, his schedule is pretty tough (though at least he doesn't get deployed, thankjeebus.) He works about 17 hours a day. Until yesterday he left at 3am and was home by 8pm. They changed him to nights as of yesterday, though, so now he's gone from 3pm to 8am.. To keep our sleep and meal schedules the same, that means I'm up all night and sleep during the day.

This is a difficult change for most people to make with 12 hours notice. It's even more frustrating for me because:

• being an un-medicated manic depressive, schedule changes like this can quickly cause an episode if I'm not careful
• we live on a military installation, but not on a base. It's not gated. The majority of people here are on the carrier at the other base in the area and the carrier just left. Since they televise this, over and over, all the creepers know that most of the spouses (mostly women, but not all) are home alone in an un-gated community for about a year. Being home alone all night isn't the safest.
• Last night, the first night I'm home alone, I go to take the garbage out at 9pm (now pretty much my 9am) there's a man standing in front of my house holding a huge stick. Just standing there in the dark. When I opened the door to take the trash out, I see him. I also see him slowly turn and just stare at me. I quickly closed and locked the door.

We're not off to a good start. For the first night, I cleaned every inch of the house. Now that the house is clean, I don't quite know what to do. And my paranoia is already through the roof. Maybe I should watch less Investigation Discovery.

File under "Things I Shouldn't Watch in the Middle of the Night, But I Do."

Meet The Cast

Throughout the course of this blog, there will be some... characters. Apparently nuts like me always seem to find other nuts. I must have a sort of magnetic pull to other mentally imbalanced people. It's a gift.

However, the stars of the show will be me and my family. Family meaning my husband, for the most part. Sometimes our dog. Our three-creature family is a little on the batty side. Apparently the "opposites attract thing" is completely wrong, because we all found each other and are all sometimes "one sandwich short of a picnic."

So, without further ado, a quick overview of our clan.

Kristina (me): Probably the nuttiest of the bunch. Bipolar type I, rapid-cycling, so sometimes way up and sometimes way down. Lately been somewhere in the middle, despite tossing medicines because a non-pregnant woman shouldn't lactate or gain 25 lbs. in a month. And the passing out when standing up too quickly and tremors are inconvenient. Add Borderline Personality Disorder and PTSD into the mix, and you've got Kristina, completely mad. Prone to deep cleaning the house at 3 a.m and sometimes convinced that there are hidden cameras in the house.

Adam (husband): Quite possibly the most sane, despite his Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Has seemingly endless patience. Is known to check locks (and just about everything else) a bazillion times, occasionally drive his wife crazy, and repeat things. A lot. Adopted from South Korea as an infant by two people whose sanity must also be questioned at times. Currently in the Navy as an MA, but at a Marine Corps command, which means that the people he works with are insufferable and, for the most part, idiots. Adored by me.

Becca (dog that thinks she's a Homo sapien): Only less sane than Adam because she doesn't realize she's a dog. Pit Bull Terrier/Labrador mix. Rescued by me a year and a half ago and has since been spoiled rotten. Likes to use pillows and sleep under blankets. Feels entitled to leftovers after meals to the point that if she gets none, she searches the house because we must be hiding it. Since she met Adam, she has lost interest in me (who feeds and bathes and all around takes care of her. Oh, and did I mention that I rescued her?) and acts like a 13-year-old pursuing her first crush. Barks when I get close to Adam and kicks me off the bed. Apparently I'm stealing her man.

An all-star cast, amirite?