HILARIOUS!

If you're looking for some funny mormon humor go here. Now no one go get offended, its just for laughs and giggles. Maybe this explains the comments I get all the time! HAHAHAHA...jk Mikey. Love you.

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Mormon Scale of Attractiveness

Home Sweet Home

Husband's back! He's unemployed, but he's back! And for some reason I have not been happier. Even unemployed. Pray for us. I know he's good at anything he does, he'll find something in no time. So give us a shout out if you know of anyone hiring!

Anyway, love you all. Thanks for the support through this hard time in my life. Or week. haha. Sorry for all the drama. I am truly grateful for the wonderful husband I have that even though I am sometimes irrational, he loves me and supports me anyway. He even stands up for me. I love him very much and could not ask for someone better or more hardworking than the one I have. He's the crayon box with 64 colors, not just the 8 color kind. (haha). He's perfect (well.... most of the time).

Love,

Jess

So I am officially husbandless...

Now don't you fret, little readers. Not divorced, just husbandless. How do you become husbandless you ask? Well it was actually more of an ordeal than I expected. I thought you just kick them out the door, and there you have it. But no, it becomes a lot more dramatic. It involves a lot of crying on my part, blood-shot eyes for 4 days, and sulking, not to mention the other dramatic events that come along with that.

Husbandless. Mike comes home to me Friday and declares he is starting a new job, he leaves on Tuesday for BAGS. WYOMING! "Wonderful," I exclaim, as I have always wanted to be married just one year then become husbandless for the rest of my life but still having to be MARRIED without any of the privileges. Go ahead and assume my facial expression. Ticked! Anyway, there you have it. If you are ever needing to feel alone, depressed, and completely betrayed, make your husband mad enough to get a new job where he has to move to BAGS, WYOMING.

Now that I'm off my soapbox. I have had an extremely hard week. My body agrees. Everything hurts, my head, my stomach, my eyes, my legs, and my heart. I feel like I went into surgery to have a piece of me removed without any anesthesia. Ok, call me dramatic or whatever you'd like, but its harder than I thought it would be. The house is deathly quiet, my mom is 2 hours away, and most the time I feel like crying in bed all day and not getting up for school.

But guess what, reality is this, I have to go on living my life, pretending that every thing is honky dory! But at least on my blog I can vent. I can say how mad I am at Mike for leaving me here in this state. I can say that I wish we lived elsewhere that he could find a better job, Logan isn't really the job metropolis. I can say that my major is so overwhelming right now, I want to quit; and I can even say that I'm pissed at anyone involved at taking my husband away, for at least a couple more hours or days anyway.

Am I being livid and negative, probably, but I can do that here, this is my only way of venting before I go out of my mind. So if anyone is offended by my inappropriateness, please unsubscribe to this blog, and you will never have to read of my rantings again. Simple as that. Love you all who have supported and tried to help in this situation, but for now, I choose to sulk.