Stepmom @ MindSay 
Okay, so there were some things I didn't want to write about on my new blog. I will try not to write about those things. Here we go.
I am having the most boring day ever. This week my boss is on vacation and I am sitting in his office, alone, and bored, and sad, and going bugnuts from the lack of stimulation and human contact. This is not my idea of a good time. Two days left... two days left...
I just ate a personal pizza for a "snack". I think it qualifies as dinner. Which sucks because I will likely have a second dinner when I get to my stepmom's place (I'm going there for dinner). I joined a gym a month and a half ago, and I'm pretty faithful at going there and exercising, but I suck at the balanced eating bit of it. I need to be more disciplined.
I am so freaking bored... oh wait, we covered that already. 
Last night I got in a big fight with my grandparents about air conditioning. It was 33 degress celcius outside and my grandparents didn't have the a/c on when I got home. So I flipped out. I think it was totally justified. I'm paying rent to live there and I deserve to be comfortable. And not using it when you have it is just insane.
In other news, I have a stress fracture in my left foot. It's not fun. I just got the results of the x-ray/bone scan back today, and that's what it said - stress fracture and tendonitis. Fabulous. The Dr. was talking about possibly putting me in an ankle boot, but I hate the idea of that. I told her that it seems to be getting better (after all, it did happen forever ago... I was just tardy in seeking treatment, and then the dr. misdiagnosed it as tissue swelling... long story), and that I can walk almost normally on it, it's not swollen anymore... so perhaps we could compromise on me wearing sensible shoes instead? Dr. pointed out that my shoes aren't the most practical choice for someone in my condition - I'm always wearing those damn cute little ballet flats that are so popular right now. heheh. So maybe it's time to break out the running shoes... blech. They're not cute!
I have been listening to two songs all day. The first is 'She Talks to Angels' by the Black Crows. If anyone can guess why I'm listening to this song this week especially, I'll give you a high five. The second song is Katie Melua's version of 'Just Like Heaven', which I heard in a video of a dog doing tricks that I watched on Facebook last night - I'll provide a link later. I loved the song so much that I downloaded it right away and put it on my iPod. So yeah, just those songs have been playing constantly... whenever another one starts up, I change it back. In that vein, is there a way to put an iPod song on repeat? :P
Well, this is long, so I'll leave it at that.
So, my sister is texting me letting me know that they moved into their new house. Of all the years my dad, step-mom, and my sisters (half-sisters) have lived in Aiken (where I'm from) , I had never felt welcome, or like I belonged in their house. I don't know if that's a common feeling, but, that's how I feel and have felt. I never even walked into their new house when it was being built, I've only been through it twice in the whole time it took to build. I haven't stayed at my dad's house (the old one) for more than a few hours in almost two years. My dad and I have an "okay" relationship, but...I dunno. He's not the most relatable person in the world, I actually pity my sisters sometimes. Notice how I'm leaving out my step-mom, lol. She's been around since I was an infant. I still haven't figured her out, or maybe I have. She's definately not a woman of her word, she's the gilded type; glam, nice, and perfect on the outside, fake, vindictive, and sneaky on the inside. But she's not my mom, so when she screws me over, it hurts, but I recover. I doubt she ever does the same to her own girls, but if she does, I pity them on that too. My sisters are the best though, their the sweetest girls ever; love them both more than words can say. I'm gonna try to make myself go to sleep now, <3 k10
christa told me on our way to 5th hour today that she said to her stepmom "you disgust me you homewrecker" and she flipped out on her. she just grabbed her hair and started beating her. then her dad joined in i guess. he slapped her 6 times on her face and those are the bruises.
i asked christa and brooke what she did and she said that jordan just sat there and took it. didn't say a word.
at lunch today she said she didn't want to live with her mom for some reason. i don't know i had to leave because i went to eat lunch with isaac and kate and morgan and whoever else was there.
jordan doesn't know that i know what's going on though.
The boys and I gained a stepmother and a whole slew of other step-relatives this weekend when Dad married Diane. The wedding was Friday evening - Geoff and Ryan were Dad's best men and I was a bridesmaid. It was a nice ceremony, although it did feel a little strange when the pastor announced "Mr. and Mrs. Snyder" to the guests. My mom is Mrs. Snyder. Well, technically I guess she's Ms. Snyder, but still. Anyway, other than the name change, I don't see things being any different; Dad and Diane have already been living together for a while. And she's not the type of person to turn into the Wicked Stepmother. :)
The reception was a lot of fun and pretty unique. It was held at the Antique Automobile Museum in Hershey, so guests were able to walk around and look at all of the antique cars before heading to the lower level for dinner. We took photos with members of the family, and then lined up for the bridal party introductions. Ryan and I headed in first, followed by Geoff and Lisa (Diane's sister and the matron of honor). After Dad and Diane's introduction, they drove into the museum in Dad's '05 Mustang GT. Very cool entrance. :) Lots of dancing (and drinking, natch) followed, and then we called it a night at around 10:30 (both of the boys and one girlfriend had to work early the next morning).
Saturday I hung around the house, went to a pretty pitiful street fair with Mom and Dave and had lunch at the Irish pub in town. Hung out at the house a bit longer when we got back and then went to dinner at Bob Evans with Grammy so we could see Ryan (he's a cook there). The chili and cheese taco salad is highly-recommended. YUM. :)
Sunday involved more hanging out, a yummy roast chicken dinner and the drive back to WC. Not too eventful there.
I'm working from home today so I can lie on the couch in sweatpants as my internal girly parts wage a war. Ow.
Also, I signed up for Weight Watchers today. After the bridesmaid dress crisis and knowing that the Cedar Point vacation is a little over a month away... I decided it was time. I'm just absolutely disgusted with my weight right now and really want to work at getting back to where I was in high school. The last time I was on WW, I did lose a pretty good amount of weight, so I'm hoping the same will happen this time around. *fingers crossed*
And I'm moving in less than three weeks! I can't wait to have an apartment all to myself! xD
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Well I affectionately call her FUCK FACE but everybody knows her as a slut that has a nasty personality, that she calls having a wit. I wish I could say something postive about her but all I can come up is she's good at chewing people out including her daughter in front of everybody. She loves yelling at my husband ;he lets her I haven't stepped in yet...although I feel she has no right to take out the frustration of being a whore on my husband.
Backround she's an educator or educatewhore shes overweight she got caught with some married guy by my husband and thier kid. I hate her he was still in love with her when I met him. It sucked each date was filled with this was where we would go,do,fuck......balhblahblah...eventually he got over it after I threw him out a few times and told him to get his shit together. His self esteme was shitty and I knew he was great guy...thats why I married the bastard. But this whole being a stepmom is a bitch, yeah like her.
My kid she loves me I have no doubts. I know she likes me more than her mom and dad, bascially because I don't lie and don't yell. Shes so smart and pretty she looks like my husband. I won't get into that becuase there are pervs out there who will be like lets see her,... fuck off!! go to some other blog.
All her friends hate her mother,and her brand new man husband which I stil don't know why they got married...its like sex in the city and the Nathan Lane character who gets married what the fuck is that about....I guess I will always fell insecure around this woman because I think my husband still holds a flicker of a flame for her. No matter how mean and spiteful and old she is. Oh yeah she is so old....hahahahhahaha
Well I will go now I have vented enough but I have a lot to say about ex'es they suck and being a stepmom is great when it come to the kid but the whole ex is another OPRAH!