Keagan and I have been on and off with watching the show "United States of Tara" on Netflix, which is about a woman who is struggling to deal with her multiple personality disorder while raising her family, and it is quite hilarious. While we were watching it a few weeks ago he turns to me and says, "You know Sue, you kind of remind me of her...". I turn to gape at him, and he quickly backpedals by saying, "Well, not that intensely, but kind of. Sorta...".  Wowww, haha okay? Thanks? I think.... Oh the things my husband says without his filter turned on.

Now with that thought implanted, and roaming freely around in my head it got me thinking... What the freak did he mean by that!? So I casually bring it up one night while we were snuggling, and I just simply say, "Love... What did you mean when you said I reminded you of Tara?" He giggles and started to say he was kidding, but he stopped and looked at me and said, "You really want to know?" -- Well DUH! That's why I was asking silly kid. -- When I nodded he starts telling me all of these ideas that he has formed inside his cute head about my "alters".

He started saying how he pictures that there is 3 of me inside my head trained to handle certain situations. "There's Kayla, the serious but funny one; who loves wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and is pretty passive about everything; acts cool and quiet, plays video games, and watches movies. She's the domestic side of you. Then there's Sue, (which is my middle name) who is loud, carefree, laughs about everything, a bit dramatic, fearless and is willing to do anything, and every time I picture her I see sweatpants, an over sized shirt with no makeup on and with her hair tied up with a bandana wrapped around her head holding up the peace sign; she's your teenage side. Then of course, there's Nikki (which if anyone has ever seen the show Heroes, you know what I'm talking about) who is the scary, yet sexy side of you. She wears tight skirts, and high heels, flips out about the smallest stuff, gets jealous, acts provocative, is ruthless in a fight, isn't afraid to say what she is thinking - even if its mean, stands up for herself, rolls her eyes at everything, and to be honest is just plain scary, in an extremely hot way; she's your "dark side"."

Hearing all of that, and letting it sink in my curiosity starts stirring rampantly inside about which one he fancies the best. When asked he turns to me, and cradles my face and says sweetly, "Kayla Sue I love all of them. Simple as that. They each play a part in who you are, and how you handle certain things, and I wouldn't have it any other way. And besides I knew you were crazy before I married you." Ohhh I love this man! He definitely knows me better than I know myself because I would never of even begun to think of myself as having 3 different people take turns inside my head.

I've had some friends, and my family tell me I have certain "sides" they like better, but I never really paid attention. Its so funny to me that my husband figures it all out by watching a silly TV show.

Obviously, to anyone reading this, I do not have a multiple personality disorder. I am a girl, who has a lot of personality, with an amazing husband who puts up with it all.



Have you ever been accused of having multiple personalities? Or just being a girl in general, like me?

Pet Emergency.

You know how a lot of people are so attached to their pets that they get overly emotionally when something or even nothing is wrong with them? Well, I became one of those people the other night, or should I say... Like my mother, who freaks out even if her dog is just coughing. I have always loved animals, and have gotten super attached to every one I own, but Roxy is different. Roxy is our 4 year old pug/chihuahua mix doggie, who we adopted from our sister in law a few months back, and she is like our daughter. Yes, yes I said it. Daughter.

Anyways, back to why exactly I was so overly emotional. So with living in our new apartment we aren't allowed to have Roxy here, at all, and every time I try to have her home with me someone from the apartment management comes by to either ask us questions, or move our beds (which only happened once), or just anything. Every time, no joke. Why don't I hide her from them? Well, I do. But she whines and whines when she gets locked in our bedroom to hide her, and they obviously can hear her. So, it doesn't work. But anyways, so to kind of bend the rules a little bit we let Roxy stay with our lead techs, who have a dog of their own, during the day, and we keep her at night.

So when Keagan came home the other night, and he brought back Roxy I noticed something was kind of off about her. He said that they told him that Roxy was super tired all day, and just slept on her bed, but she seemed fine. It's not unusual for Roxy to sleep all day, but not usually when she is with other people. But when she got home she wasn't licking me, she wasn't all excited, nothing like how she usually is. She was just trying to fall asleep. So I picked her up to look at her, and her right eye was completely swollen shut, and she wasn't supporting herself at all. She was just closing her eyes, and falling down. Then I start freaking out then. I was yelling at Keagan to look at her, that something was wrong, and that we have to take her to the Pet Emergency. I was freaking out! Finally, Keagan calms me down, and I just bundle her up in a blanket and just hold her. He gets on the phone with the Pet ER, and he starts talking to the Vet. The vet said that she might of gotten a scratch on her eye (since she does have big eyes), and that she is probably just nursing it by sleeping it off - but if she starts vomiting, seizing, or not breathing right to take her right in. He said that she probably got the scratch from playing with the other dog (who is a little bit bigger than her), or just by itching herself, and that she will heal.

Talk about a freak out session. I literally thought she was dying, and it made me so sad. Keagan and I said a prayer for her, and snuggled with her all night. That next morning when we woke up you could tell she was feeling a bit better. She could open her eye more, but you could tell she was still babying it. Now that it's been 2 days later, she can open it all the way, but she is stilling sleeping a lot, but no vomiting, or any of the other things. Which is such a blessing. I couldn't even imagine if we lost her. It would be so awful. I am just glad that Heavenly Father is protecting our little family.