Screwing Up Already! Hi folks. That’s right I’m back and I just finished this great entry and in true Cindy form I went to spell check it and lost the whole fucking thing! And man it was good. Oh well. Lets see how much I remember.

I remember saying that even though I was gone such a long time I didn’t learn any new words of wisdom or a single dirty joke and that is disappointing. I did learn a lot about myself and that’s just too boring to write about for the first entry back. So when your a little older and I’m a little older, I’ll sit down and tell you all about it. That way you won’t be able to get a way too fast

What’s new with me? I’m working my big ass off as usual, but that is nothing new. I had to work Easter Sunday, but at least it was with the good looking co-worker so it wasn’t a complete loss. I really wanted to be with my family so it sucked some. And there were Easter baskets with candy within reach. And that is very BAAAD!  So I had a bit of a sugar shock.

So… I’m trying to remember what else I wrote…
I got money back this year from my taxes.  First time in years, but having a regular job and not the paper route helps A LOT.

I got new insurance (again) first time in my life that I have had it in my own name.  I have always been under my folks, my husbands or gone without so that is pretty cool.  Now it’s just getting all new doctors again.  I have already seen my new primary doctor and I can deal with him.  I’ve seen an eye specialist and he’s good, so that just leaves a visit to the new gynecologist next week!  Oh JOY!

Getting a new gynecologist is the hardest of the doctors to replace.  I mean this person gets to see things from a very personal view. And for me I have very simple, but important requirements.  1) English must be the doctor’s first language.  I don’t need someone digging down there and me not know what the fuck they are talking about.  2) Doctor must be male.  Why?  Because I barely like talking to women face to face.  So why would I want one down in my business? 3) Must like fat chicks.  And I don’t mean gets off on seeing a fat chick spread eagle.  I mean treats fat chicks with the same respect as a thin chick.  If they don’t they can kindly remove their head from between my legs.  4) Must have a sense of humor.  The gynecologist is not a pleasant visit, but a necessary one.  So some tight-ass between my legs just worries me.  What if I fart?  What if he notices there are a couple pf grey hairs in the carpet?  These are the thoughts that go through my mind.  All that to get some birth control so I don’t reproduce and make sure everything is working right!

Hey know what?  I think I just completed my first entry upon coming back.  Lets see I talked about taxes, going to the gynecologist and only swore four times.  Now if I can spell check it without losing it I’ll be in business!