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There are rules.

In a previous blog, I said something along the lines of, Yes she has to take a nap. Well, today, the same parent asked me why the little precious angel wasn't allowed to play during naptime. Um...because it's quiet time and if your little angel is up running around and making noise...then guess what...she disrupts every one. Not to even mention (if you stop to think for a second)...I start work at 7am and don't stop until 6:30 sometimes 7pm. So, during the quiet time, I do things that need to be done...like sweeping, or doing the dishes, or tending to one of the babies.

Quiet time is quiet time for a reason. Why do you need to make me feel guilty? I'd love to tell her parents that she's being disruptive during quiet time. But, I don't want to lose them as customers. If parents would just think for 5 seconds about their precious little angels demands, maybe they'd realize that they are unreasonable. For fucks sake she's 4...dude a little quiet time aint gonna hurt her.

Yes, that is a true bonafide RANT.

I love my job. I love that I can do what I do. But I mean, come on people, use your heads a bit. She isn't a princess!

And, only one more year until I can pursue other things.

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Just a few proofs that I enlarged. I think they are pretty cool.

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The weather here in upstate NY sucks! 60 degrees one day, 30 the next. I get all excited about spring, only to wake up to frost! It is gonna be so nice to wake up on that first morning, when we have our window open and the air feels warms against our skin. I can not wait!

A few months ago my doctor told me I needed to get more sun. She told me to go grab some special lights and I thought she was nuts. Except, now, I'm kinda getting it. My mood improves so much when I get sun. I grew up with mild winters and hot humid summers, and then I moved here with long harsh winters and a month of true summer (if we're lucky). So, it would make sense that my body just isn't getting the amount of warmth and sunshine that it needs.

This is gonna be a completely random blog.

I'm entering another contest here. I tend to wait until the last second...all the while writing in my head...and then typing it all out and proofing in a day or two. I'll have the entire story written in my head...so that all that's left is to put it into the computer. The last contest I entered was for Valentine's Day. I started the day it was due. I started writing a happy poem...a red heart poem. But in the end...it was a black heart poem. And, I was picked to be published in this little printable booklet. Out of 650 entries, I was in the top 50. I was so damn excited to see my name in the "winners" list. Of course, then I started thinking maybe they pick the worst ones...or maybe it's a ploy to get me to buy some overpriced product they are offering. But, no. They just liked my poem! Whoot!

So, two summers ago, we went to Illinois. As we were leaving, my aunt gave us some cd's to listen to. She went on and on about how they really do work. It was The Secret. So we listened on the way home. It seemed kinda far fetched. I did like the fact that it wasn't giving some god all of the credit for our lives. It gives us, humans, the power. Which is kinda awesome to me. Anyway...I sincerely believe in the message. I always have...well maybe not always...but in my adult years (which really probably only started a few years ago)...I've started to believe in a higher consciousness. Except, now there's this cd that makes sense of all of those random thoughts I've had.

I don't mean to say that you listen to the cd's or watch the dvd's and Poof your life is fixed. I do mean to say...that it is enlightening. It changes the way you think about life. I know it sounds crazy...but I started small. I simply decided that every time I went somewhere, I would find the perfect parking spot. And I Believed I would. And, I have, literally, had perfect parking spots since then. I KNOW, it's sounds crazy or coincidental. Maybe it is. Maybe my mind isn't changing the circumstances, maybe I just see more opportunity. Either way, works for me. I've seen it in other aspects of my life as well. So, if you get the chance, listen to the cd's or watch dvd's. If you can wrap your head around the ideas...I think it will have a positive impact on your life.

I hate reading blogs where a person rambles on and on about a bunch of crap. So, I'm gonna stop here. I'm not done...but it's enough for now.

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So, I'm concerned about a child.

Let me explain.

There's a 3 and a half year old child I know, who I've known since she was 6 months old. She's always been a bit obsessive about some things...but the older she gets...the worse it gets.

A few of the concerns are:

1) She repeats the same sentence over and over and over and over again. The topic varies day to day. The repeating, however, is consistent. It might be something so simple as "the weather is nice out today" or something like "That boy hit me just now." Over and over.

2) Today (and according to her mother all weekend long) she asks over and over, "Ella, are my hands clean?" and then she smells her hands. And literally, as soon as she takes her hands away from her nose, she repeats the question, and the sniffing and it repeats. I finally asked her to stop, and she didn't. So, I told her if she didn't stop she'd have to sit in time out. So, she stopped saying the phrase, but she keeps smelling her hands.

3) She has always been obsessed with her shoes. She freaks out if her shoes come untied and she will not quit saying "my shoe is untied" over and over back to back time and time again, until you tie her shoe. And, I don't mean I ignore her. I acknowledge she needs her shoe tied, but that I'm busy at the moment and I'll get to the shoe in a second. But it doesn't matter...she just keeps repeating over and over the same phrase.

4) Poop. It's gross, I know, but she will not poop. Her parents have gone round and round with her. They've taken her to the doctor and they've even had to medicate her to help her with it.

5) Not that this is a big one, but she is mean to her little sister. When she thinks no one is watching, she's mean to her. (And when the little sister was born, the girl would not even look at her or acknowledge her existence for weeks.)

So, those are my concerns. Sounds a bit...off...does it not?

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I hate being questioned. I hate it when I KNOW how something needs to be done and someone questions my motives. I'm aggravated as fuck, and you are gonna question me about something I've asked you to do? Yeah, for future reference, Don't.

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Things I want to do when I visit Illinois & St. Louis in June.

~Lotta Wata Creek
~St. Louis Zoo
~White Castles
~Tequilas
~Magic House
~Steak N Shake

I'll add more later...I have too much going on right now to write more.

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Post #50. I better make this good.

Over the weekend, I decided to stop dating women for awhile. It just kind of occurred to me that I needed a break. So, here I am, not dating or seeing or stalking women. I never realize how exhausting it is, until I stop.

I saw Skye yesterday. She was kinda blah. I only saw her for a few seconds at her work. But as I was leaving she said "You look really good today." She's never really said anything like that to me. It made me smile. :)

As far as the "new" girl...I need to give her a name...let me think...Joy...so let's start this paragraph over...

As far as Joy goes...I'm not sure about her. I always "gauge" girls by whether I can imagine them doing certain things with me. One of those measures is cooking. Can I imagine Joy in my kitchen, flowing with me, helping me, working with me? Hmmm...yes I can. She told me one of her favorite things to cook is stir-fry. I didn't tell her that that was also one of my favorite things to cook because I didn't want to be one of those "OMG meee toooo" girls. But, in my head, that's exactly what I said. Another measure is whether I can see them outside getting dirty with me in my garden. And the answer...yes. She gardens flowers. So yeah, I can totally see her sweating and getting dirty with me. Another measure would be family. Can I see her fitting in with my family. Well, she has a family of her own. She has a husband and two boys that are 2 & 4, who I'm sure would fit in well with my baby. If Magnum wouldn't be such a hard head, he could probably get along with her husband. So, that measure is good as well. Oh, and I told her my fantasy about living together with lots of husbands and wives and kids and growing our own food and being a big ol' happy family. And, she liked that idea too! So, I guess in theory, she'd be a good "match". But, I'm not so sure she's that into me? And besides, I'm not dating girls anymore. Maybe that's good. Maybe that'll take some pressure off. Maybe I'll meet her, without the stress of dating. Maybe without that stress we'll just click. Chaknow?

In other news...

Today my body aches. I wish it was because I worked out too hard or cleaned to much. But it's not. Yesterday I started feeling achey, and this morning, it's only worse. I used to feel this way ALWAYS. My hips and my knees would ache constantly. Now, (and ever since I stopped drinking diet soda), I rarely have this sort of pain. So, I find myself wondering what I did. I must have eaten something that's triggered it. Of course, it's also PMS time and it's raining outside, both things that I believe play a roll in my aches. My mother used to be able to predict a thunderstorm a day before it happened because her knee would hurt her. Maybe I've inherited that little talent.

I didn't work out all weekend. Ugh. I want to go tonight, except if I feel tonight like I feel right now, I can't even imagine it. I'm sure it would make me feel better.

It's almost Easter. Yahoo!!! I love dyeing my easter eggs because I usually do my own dyes that I made from different foods. Natural dye.

Ok, things are getting out of hand here and my dogs are driving me insane! More later...not that this isn't long enough!!

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Are you ever just going along, thinking this has to be too good to be true...and then you find...it IS too good to be true?

As mentioned in a recent blog I have been chatting with a new girl for about 3 or 4 days now. We seem compatible. I liked chatting with her. She's cute as hell.

And today, I got the very disturbing news that she's friends with a certain someone who absolutely Hates me. And the feeling is mutual.

There aren't a lot of people I don't get along with. There aren't a lot of people who I can't "make it work" with.

Except this girl.

Let me explain...

My ex Mist, had a best friend, who never never wanted Mist to date me. She never had anything good to say about me. As a matter of fact, I'd say she was one of the factors regarding my break up with Mist.

So, today I discover that the new girl and Mist's best friend, are friends.

What a small world. An infuriating small world.

The hardest part for me, is that the best friend never even knew me. Never gave me a chance. She judged me without ever really having known me. And, that makes me not happy.

Oh well. Dammit.

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There are morman's in my dining room.

I'm not a religious person. I appreciate religion. A good prayer can bring me to tears.

My youngest daughter, is, however, into the Morman religion. Which is fine with me. I've always let my kids make their own choices when it comes to religion. Apparently, she's chosen, Mormanism. I know very little about it, so I can't judge. They are sweet and cute so who am I to complain?

And, there are morman's in my dining room, and I have yet to burst into flames. Isn't that awesome! I even shook hands with them...and aside from the tiny burns on the palms of my hands, I'm good.

Ha.

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I know it's wrong. I know it's petty. I know it isn't very "grown up" at all. But, it gives me great pleasure to look at pics of certain people...and see that they've put on weight...and it don't look so good. :) Love it. Isn't that so wrong? It inspires me though. Since I'm doing the healthy work out thing...I look forward to running into her at the mall with my new harder body. :) Speaking of which, I've dreamed about her for like 6 nights in a row. WTF?

I met a new girl yesterday. Well, we didn't meet face to face. We met online. She's cute. She has kids, she's bi, and she's poly. I mean, come on! As per usual, Magnum is like, eh. And, I'm like, Really? She's fucking cute as hell. And he's like, Eh, I just don't see it. Psssshhh.

There's a lot more I want to write...but somehow I just lost my energy. :( Zap.

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Today I gave up salt. Oy. I'm a saltaholic. I eat salt on my pickles. Sometimes I even eat salt on my cantaloupe. Today, I decided to stop eating salt. Eventually, I won't even miss it. Right?

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And, here's a list of things I grew up with in southern Illinois (right across the Mississippi from St. Louis, MO), but they do not have them here in upstate NY.

Pork Steaks (which I found here).
Pork steaks are frequently grilled over charcoal and then simmered in barbecue sauce to further tenderize and flavor them.
Pork steaks are cut from pork shoulder blade (Boston) roast. Like the roasts, the steaks are flavorful and contain a significant amount of fat, which helps keep them moist while cooking. Because the pork steak is cut from an active muscle location on the pig, it is less tender than some other cuts. It is also referred to as "blade steak."
Pork steaks are a staple of St. Louis-style barbecue.

Pork St. Paul Sandwich (which I found here).
St. Paul Sandwich - Has nothing to do with St. Paul Minnesota that I know of. It is egg foo young, lettuce, tomato, and pickle on white bread.

Gooey Butter Cake (which I also found here).
Gooey butter cake - legend has it that in the 1930s a German baker got the proportions wrong and the rest is history - availible at most area bakeries and grocery stores.

Toasted Ravioli (which I also found here).
Toasted Ravioli - invented in 1943 or 1944 at Oldani's on “The Hill” by chef Terry Lane and served to (or more likely by) Martin “Mickey” Garagiola (Joe's brother), though others also claim the invention.

Actually this is a whole page of St. Louis type foods. Pretty cool.

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"Well, I'll be John Brown." "Dadgummit." "Dead as a door nail."

These are all phrases that my grandma has used. I never knew where they came from and then when we were visiting Lake Placid, NY and do you wanna guess who is buried there? John Brown.

And today I read this. And it made me want to look up the other stuff.

So here it is.

I found my John Brown answer here. And it said this:

John Brown (May 9, 1800 - December 2, 1859) was an American abolitionist who advocated and practiced armed insurrection as a means to abolish all slavery. ... he was hanged for revolt and treason. It is even said in the Caribbean...... usually as "I'll be John Browned"
Source(s):
Cassell's Dictionary of Slang: A Major New Edition of the Market-Leading ... - Page 763 by Jonathon Green - Reference - 2006 - 1565 pages [1930s] (US Black) an excl. of surprise: "Well I'll be hanged".

And, dad gum it I found here. And it says this:

It's what's known as a "euphemism" which is a mild or toned down expression that takes the place of profanity or a harsh expression.Dad gum it is a form of "doggone it", which in turn is a euphemism for "G-- Da-n it" (you get the idea)

And, dead as a door nail I found here. And it says this:

Etymology
Probably from William Shakespeare's play Henry VI, Act 5, Sc.10, l.40-1 John Cade: "...and if I do not leave you all as dead as a door-nail, I pray God I may never eat grass more." Although there is some evidence that the phrase was in use before this time.
When doors were built using only wood boards and hand forged nails, the nails were long enough to dead nail the (vertical) wooden panels and (horizontal) stretcher boards securely together, so they would not easily pull apart. This was done by pounding the protruding point of the nail over and down into the wood. A nail that was bent in this fashion (and thus not easily pulled out) was said to be dead. Thus the expression - dead as a doornail.

[edit] Adjective
dead as a doornail
(idiomatic, similes) Unquestionably dead. Used for both inanimate objects and once living beings.
I picked up the phone, but the line was dead as a doornail.
We finally found John's cat run over in the next road. It was as dead as a doornail.
1843, Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol in Prose, Being a Ghost Story of Christmas, stave 1,
Old Marley was as dead as a door–nail.
Mind! I don’t mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a door–nail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin–nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country’s done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a door–nail.

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Yeah. I just threw my pink croc at my dogs. Why?

We've had a huge black lab golden retriever mix for about 5 years now. He was kinda just moping around the house all the time. He seemed kinda miserable. Had we known then, what we know now, maybe we would have remedied the situtation long ago.

So...

About a month ago we got a new dog. I'd been interested in a smaller dog that would sleep with me and love me and cuddle. :) Meet Bella. A family needed a place for her. We took her. She was four months old when we got her.

Anyway, the point is...she's the best thing we ever did for Pete. They are outfreakinrageous. Constantly playing and wrestling. Ten minutes ago they literally knocked over our living room lazy boy type chair. Really? Yes. They. Did.

And the croc throwing came after I ran out of other stuff to throw at Bella...because she will not quit humping Pete's head. Or his back. Or his leg. Or whatever else she wants to mount. They are both fixed. But she's a humping fool. Pete out weighs her by at least 75 pounds. But he just lays there and lets her hump her goofy little head off.

Maybe he's just a lazy lover?

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Yesterday was the best day I've had in a while. It's weird for me to have a good day. Especially a good day just because it's a good day. Nothing exceptional happened. I didn't really accomplish anything. It just felt good. I felt good in my own skin. It was nice.

I got up wicked early and did some errands. And then I went to the Y. I joined a month ago, and decided yesterday that I needed to go. The way it works here, is that you sign up and then there are 4 different locations you can visit.

So, I signed up at one of the locations. All I did that night was sign papers. No one showed me around as I thought they would. But I was in a hurry that night, so no bigs.

Then I went to the other, much bigger, location. I went in and asked if there was someone who could show me around. And, a very nice girl, walked me through and showed me the highlights, but didn't give me any real "instruction".

So, yesterday, I went to yet another of the locations. It's by far the smallest one. I knew when I left my house that I was going to work out. So I ask the lady at the counter for assistance and she ends up asking me if I've ever had an orientation.

Um, no.

So, she set me up for an orientation. Finally.

Anyway, I ended up not working out at that location but going back to the big one because they have a walking track. For the first time in my life I "worked out" at a gym. :) I walked a mile and a half. Yahoo for me.

And, let me tell you, the IPOD Shuffle is the best work out accessory ever.

And, when I got home it was only 11:30 and I was amazed. Yeah, usually I don't get up until 11 on Sundays.

It was a good day. And I guess I did accomplish a little something. Maybe that's why it was good. Accomplishing something new.

I'm excited about walking and eventually running. And, for the first time in my life, I'm gonna have definition in my arms! I'm excited about this.

Wahoo for me.

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Today is better than yesterday. I don't know how it could have been worse. It was just an icky stressy day.

I went out with Skye. She seems to be guarded now. I think she's decided to try to make it work with her girlfriend. I'm gonna just give her some space. She'll be back.

I'm tired. More tired than my normal tired. Maybe it's the time change. Maybe it's the freakin' stupid cold ass weather. Maybe I just need to go to bed at 8 like I used to.

I'm taking vitamins. Drinking OJ. Trying to eat healthy. Yet, I still feel like I'm draggin'. Oy. Will it never end?

Ok, maybe I can sneak in a nap this afternoon.

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Today is Skye's birthday. I'm taking her out. She told me to surprise her. I'm not good at surprises.

And, I'm crabby as fuck. And tired. And I really don't want to go anywhere but to bed...except it's her 21st birthday and I can't not take her out.

The weather is shit. It was nice over the weekend and today it's just a dreary mess.

I need to start boxing. I could really beat the shit out of something right now. It would feel so good.

So, what the hell do I do to cheer myself up? I totally have a "what's the fucking point" attitude today. I know it'll pass. I'm usually so damn optimistic...but not today.

I could make a list. That usually cheers me up. Right?

Fine. A bucket list. Although I don't really like the concept because it makes death seem so real and I don't really like to think about death. Ugh.

So here it is:

Ten Things On My Bucket List:
1. Fucking graduate and get my Associates. Then my bachelors. Then my masters. Then my doctorate. I need to be Dr. Ella Noise!!!! Teach on a college level.
2. Show JDRW a real live on the beach starfish.
3. I changed my mind, this list is only depressing me....

So instead, lets go with:

Ten Random Things
1) Nope, not feeling this one either...

Um...

I got nothing...I need to go google for some inspiration...wait...

Fine...
Top 10 Favorite Words

1) Negate
2) Fruition
3) Convoluted
4) Discombobulated or however it's spelled.
5) Digress
6) My name spoken by certain people.
7) Buttercup
8) Dammit
9) Lithuanian Lime
10)Fibbonaci

It's weak & lame...but it's all I have the capacity for right now.

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Ha. I just realized I missed number 32? I'm not a math flunky for nothin.



I only want to write this:



Skye is refreshing. She's like...drinking a frozen strawberry lemonade after only being allowed to drink...skim milk for a year. :)



I bought her some bowls for her birthday. You can buy your own here. She was so excited. Now, my last girlfriend wouldn't have been excited. She probably would have complained about where she might put them in her tiny apartment or how they won't fit in her microwave. Not Skye. She's excited.



That's my girl!! Sorta.

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O...and I saw Skye last night. She has never never never looked more fucking cute then she did last night. She's doing this new thing with her hair. For fuck's sake. She's like my own little Shane. Well, mine and her girlfriends...but whatev.

I was good. We hugged. That's all. O, and there was this moment, standing outside of her work...she was standing on the curb so I had to look up to her...yeah, it was a moment. And then I layed my head kinda on her chest shoulder in a kinda full body sigh.

Yeah, she's fucking adorable. And, I'm being good. What the hell is that about? Since when do I be good?

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So, I've written about this girl I don't want Magnum to see. She's been out of town for about a week, and my life has been awesome. She got back yesterday. And, I don't like it. Why can't she go away for good?

In other news...

I'm hungry. Magnum and I are doing this biggest loser competition...and I'd give anything to beat him. There's us and about 15 other people doing it. So, anyway, he's extremely dedicated to it. Me, not so much. I tend to fall off of the wagon & into chocolate cake on the regular. :) I think he has an advantage because he goes out to work every day. He can go pick up something healthy for lunch. I get to root through the freezer for a box of broccoli or the pantry for a can of green beans.

The good news is, I'm doing it. When I attempt things, such as this, I tend not to tell people, because I expect them to expect me to fail. Especially Magnum. I mentioned I might join the local volunteer fire department...and he pretty much said "yeah right!" Wouldn't it be refreshing if he said, "Awesome baby. I know you'll be great at it." Then I told him I wanted to get my doctorate, and he reminded me how long it's taken me to get this far. Fucker.

So, here's my big plan...which has worked for me in the past. I'm not eating red meat. Actually, I'm eating very little meat at all. I'll eat lots of veggies and whole grains. Lots of water. Oh, and on the excercise end...I dance. A lot. Everyday. I got this new ipod shuffle and I loaded it with only rockin' songs. And when I listen to it, I literally can not sit still. Oh, and I joined the Y. I signed my whole family up the night before my birthday. And we have yet to go...but we will. Isn't it funny how for night after night and weekend after weekend we sit home with nothing to do...until we have something to do? In a perfect world I'd get up at 5:30 and go out and work out until 7 or something. Ha. Can you even imagine it? Me. Up. Before the sun? Yeah, no.

Ok, here I go to forage for food. Ugh.

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Yeah, I'm still tired today...but not as cranky. Oh, but I am cold. Outrageously cold. My fingers and toes are numb. Ugh.

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Gotta say this: The last post was number 33...and I posted it on 3/3. I love numbers.

I'm so done with winter. My thighs are cold. How is that even possible?

Oh and just a note: Yes she has to take a nap. It is not my fault that you let her sleep until 10 o'clock in the morning? Why should I have to keep her awake? Wake her up at 8 instead. Everyone else is napping...what am I gonna do with her? Ugh. Whatever makes my job more complicated, right?

So, my dream, is to act. Be an actress. Does everyone have that idea in their heads? Kinda like writing. Everyone thinks they can write, cha know? So, does everyone who wants to act, think they can act, but most really can't?

If I had to make any real decisions today, I think the answers would be off because of my current state of mind. I know, whine whine whine. Blah blah blah.

I'm just trying to stay awake and writing seems to help. If it were a Saturday or a Sunday, I'd so be sleeping right now...and not caring who thought what about it.

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I'm gonna ramble...deal.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I'm frustrated as fuck. Every little thing is rubbing me the wrong way. Yes, it is PMS. Shut up. It doesn't make the frustration or agitation any less. Knowing that it's a hormonal imbalance doesn't make me feel better. The only peace the knowledge gives me is knowing that by this time tomorrow I should be all better.

Subject change...

I was all HOT about Skye. She still has a girlfriend, and I've only seen her once since "that" night. And I'm good, as long as I don't see her. As soon as I'm in her presence my mind starts to race with "how and when can I do naughty things with her". I know it's not good. And, I think she has a history of pissing people off. The last three relationships I've heard about seem to have ended badly. Not to even mention she has this cousin who thinks she's a bad ass and she doesn't like me. She's one of those girls. You know the type. Big big talk. Drama drama I'm gonna kick someones ass. I told Skye that her cousin can hate all she wants, but I won't be stooping to that level. Plus, the girl doesn't know me or anything about me? So, how does she get to decide that Skye shouldn't hang with me?

I composed a letter in my head. Or maybe not a letter, but a response to any negativity I got about seeing her. Mostly I think I was "addressing" her parents. I won't go into specifics, but it involved a few facts. First of all, I'm good people. Like really. I don't smoke, do drugs or drink (I mean occasionally...but I'm not a go out and get drunk and be stupid girl). I encourage her in her college ventures. I've helped her with homework. :) I guess basically what it boils down to is, I won't hurt her. I have a good heart. Ya know? I'm past all the drama in life. Granted I have a husband, but that's a positive too. Her parents will know that I'm not gonna run off with her, right? I'll keep her grounded for a while. Keep her straight...haha.

Funny thing is, I was chasing chasing chasing...until she told me she was all confused about how she felt. :) She was saying that she and her girlfriend didn't have whatever it was that she and I had. Kinda freaked me out I think. Then she texted me and said she missed me.

I'm such a girl.

In other news...one of the people at my work is leaving. Today is his last day. He's moving far away. I'm going to cry when he goes. I've known him since he was really young. I taught him so much. :( He's the first one I've really liked & lost. :(

Magnum wasn't very nice today. He says I was being the jerk, but I totally think he was. I don't think I give him any reason to be mean or jerky to me. I don't deserve it. I am certainly unappreciated. And that sucks, really. (He just called & yeah, only made it worse. Wouldn't you think that if I told him I was having a rough day, he might...try NOT to pick a fight?)

This weekend we Spring forward already!!!???!!! Wow. There's still 20 inches of snow on the ground, it just seems wrong.

I'm posting now because I've rambled on and don't even know what I've written and don't feel like proofing.