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I keep lookin' around, thinkin', I could be happy here.   But if I'm being completely honest with myself, no I can't be.

I'll give Magnum credit though...he's been really great lately.  I mean, seriously.  But at the end of the day, I'm still here, and my family is still in Illinois.  If we used this house as a rental, and moved to Illinois, we could make fat money.  In August, when the races are in Saratoga Springs, we could rent our house out for an outrageous amount of money.  We could probably make 6 months of payments in one months time.

But it's all a fantasy...because Magnum won't budge.  And, I can't say I blame him.  His father built this house from the ground up...how can I even suggest he leave it.  But I miss my family...I miss Illinois.  I miss the heat and the air conditioning.  The gardens and the warm sun ripened tomatoes straight from the vine.  I miss being together with family.  I am so alone here.  I am a very social person.  Magnum isn't.

Ok, enough of that nonsense.

In other news...

I think there's some crooked shit going on at my work, and I don't know who to go to about it.  I went there yesterday to help set up for a garage sale, and the cleaning man was in the building managers office, making copies of something.  (FYI, the cleaning man doesn't work on Saturdays.)  Then when I was leaving, I saw the cleaning man, and the old (old as in doesn't work there anymore) handy man walking into the managers office together.  WTF?  It just seems wrong to me.  But what do I do?

Ok, I have to get off of my ass and do something.  My allergies (ugh, I'm on of those people now) are bothering me.

Wait.  Let's leave this on a good note...a list.......

Things I did this week that made me happy:

1.  We went to this little antique shop on Lake Sacandaga yesterday.  It was a lil' piece of heaven.
2.  I ate biscuits and gravy for breakfast yesterday.
3.  I did in 20 minutes (with my compassionate attitude) what my boss (with her I'm the boss that's why attitude) couldn't do in 4 months.
4.  Bought plants for my work garden.
5.  Published.  Granted I'm not really passionate about it.  Wait.  I am passionate about it, but it's poetry, which was done as a challenge just to say I did it.  But, published none the less.

And, for now, that's all I got.  Happy Father's Day, Y'all.  (Yes, I was going to write about Father's Day but it makes me kinda sad, and I don't want to be sad right now.)