Moving's Finished!

Yay! The moving part is pretty much done. At least, all that is absolutely necessary is all moved. I still have some boxes that have been packed since I moved to North Carolina like 4 years ago, but I think I can live without that stuff for a while. When I got here, Mafia Wife had the upstairs all tidied up for me, and Bobby had printed off some poster sized pictures and tacked them up to the wall for me so that I felt more comfy. Well, that and so I can now tell everyone that I get to sleep under Criss Angel every night. :) Now if only I knew some magic of my own to make those pictures come alive! We've got everything pretty much arranged to be functional, but I don't think that my furniture will win any awards. The Kitty of Doom has had some "Soft Claws" installed on his front paws so that he can't destroy or wound too much while he's making the adjustment from a quiet apartment to a busy household. He's getting braver every day and I imagine he'll be ready to seriously face the dogs in a decade or two. It's funny, he's most interested in the one dog that doesn't like cats. Figures. Mainly it's because she really doesn't acknowledge him or pay him any attention. The other two really want to check him out. One wants to snuggle him and the other one is just curious. Monster Puppy is still an enigma to KoD; she's so exhuberant and he's just not sure what to make of it. I do believe that he's figured out that they don't want to eat him. Which, of course, is a plus. Well, that's all for now!

Moving Day

Yep, don't have much time to do anything today. It seems that I've got a million things to do, even though I know I've been doing things for quite some time in preparation for this. Ugh, what a day! A few errands to run, a load of laundry to do, and some packing up to finish up. Hopefully, there's enough hours in the day to do it. I had to take a break from shoving stuff in boxes though. It really got to be too much for me. Here I thought I'd be able to finally unpack soon. You know, packing up my stuff for a move into a house of my own. Well, that's not going to happen. And I feel like my relationship is ending, even though Tim doesn't think so. He's got all these plans to come visit; we'll see if any actually pan out though. I have this gut feeling that as soon as his kids find out that I'm officially gone, he'll be getting a lot more phone calls to go do stuff. And a lot more calls from JoAnn asking him to come over to the house to do some stupid thing or another "because the kids need him." I don't begrudge him time with his kids, but I also know how the ex tends to abuse him in this. And to some extent, it seems like his kids do it too. That's my opinion though, and I try to keep that to myself. Ugh, I need to get in gear and get this shit finished. What a mixed up, confusing kind of day. All in all, I feel like a completely useless POS. Enough about that though. Gotta make the best of it and get things straightened out in my life and head before anything else can work out. So, I'm off! Hope to be able to write again soon!

A Day Late

Yesterday, I had an interview over at WalMart for a CSS position. It seemed to go pretty well, and I had a second interview on the spot. I should find out more sometime near the end of this week, beginning of next. Fingers crossed.

And of course, yesterday was September 11th. A terrifying day in our nation's history, and in the world's. I remember hearing the news when I first got to work that day and someone ran and got a television immediately so we could find out what was going on. I remember watching the news coverage and seeing the second plane slam into the other tower. I remember frantically calling and emailing my sister because I knew that her sister-in-law, Michelle, and Michelle's husband Steve, were flight attendants who normally flew out of Boston. Michelle and Steve are my niece's godparents. I have only met them a handful of times, but they are wonderful people. I was terrified that that was their flights. And it was. Our family was incredibly lucky that day because Michelle and Steve had decided to take a little vacation and were not on the plane that day. Unfortunately, many of their friends, co-workers, acquaintances, were. I remember the plane slamming into the Pentagon. I remember all of the rescue operations and stories from the streets. I remember the frantic search for the other missing plane, only to find it crashed in a field in Pennsylvania. I remember hearing the wife of one of the men on that plane tell the reporters about how her husband called her and told her that they were going to try to take back the plane from the hijackers, and that if he didn't come home, to tell their kids how much he loved them. I remember our entire office in tears, or standing there in stunned silence watching the events unfold. I have so many memories of this day. The terror, the grief, the pride in our police, firefighters, paramedics, etc. I wish I had the words to thank those people for all that they did, and continue to do every day. I wish I had the words to comfort the grieving families and loved ones. But I don't. All that I have are my memories, and the lessons that I learned that day.

"Murphy" is a bastard

Yep, him and his stupid laws. And I can think of a few choice places where he can stuff 'em too. Oy vey.

Here's the latest round of my life always succumbing to these stupid laws. I got a call for an interview, for tomorrow morning. Yep, from an app that I sent in two months ago. Sonuvabitch! And what do you bet that I bloody well nail this interview too? You know it's gonna happen because I'm supposed to be moving this coming weekend. Oh well, if I get the job then at least I won't have to spend a bunch of time job hunting. Of course, I'll have a lovely hour drive to work, but who knows, maybe something can be worked out there as well. That's assuming that I'll get the job. Heck, I'm not even sure what kind of position I'm interviewing for since I applied for like five with this company!

And the frustration continues. I'm telling ya, I'm really getting tired of packing and unpacking things. I still have things packed from when I moved to North Carolina, which was about 4 years ago. On the up side, it'll be like Christmas when I finally get a chance to open up those boxes! But, I was going to talk about my latest irritating frustration. It seems that my idiot boyfriend didn't bother to move the boxes that I had packed up, like he said he would. Oh yeah, so surprised. That in and of itself is no big deal, but since someone went through the boxes that I packed while I was gone this weekend, I'm more than a little peeved. Now I get to rearrange them all over. You know, when I pack a box, there is actually a method to my madness. It may not seem that way to someone else, but when I put certain items into certain boxes, I really do have a reason for doing it that way. So now I get to waste time doing it all over again. And if I happen to find anything missing, I'm going to go ballistic! I really don't think that I will, but if I do...

Happy Labor Day!

To all of you that work out there, I hope you had the day off and get to enjoy some time with friends and family.

As for me, I still feel pretty crappy. Even though I knew that my little test would be negative, there was some small part of me that was hoping that it would be positive. I admit it, all that I've ever wanted was to have a family. To be a mom. I have no illusions that I'd be "the world's best mom" or anything like that, but I know that I would have tried. This latest disappointment feels like that hope, that dream, has finally flew right out the window. What do you do when your fondest dream slips right out from under you? I'm still trying to figure that out. I've spent most of the weekend bawling my eyes out, but it doesn't make me feel any better. I'm thinking I've got to find something else to take the place of my biggest hope. I just wish that I could curl up and die, to be honest. I know, that wouldn't solve anything. But I just can't seem to get a grip on this. It's like all of my hope is completely gone now. Everything seems a little duller, colors, light, everything. Okay, not everything. There seems to be this big gaping hole where my heart used to be. I wonder, can a person live without a heart? I think I'm the Tin Man all over again. Rusty joints and all! Even my lame attempts at humor are falling short. I guess I need to search for a silver lining in this dark cloud. I'm not really good at finding those. Let's see, what could be good about this? Well, I won't have to worry about the crappy school systems. Or paying for college. And if I want to travel (yeah, like I could ever afford that!), I can. Um, yeah. Somehow, that doesn't make me feel better. No dirty diapers or 2 a.m. feedings. Not that that would have mattered because I'm usually waking up about that time any way. Oh yeah, no stepping on Legos or Hot Wheels at 4 in the morning. That's gotta be a perk, right? I think I'm a mom without a child. If I were Catholic, I think I'd be looking into a nunnery right about now. Though I probably wouldn't be accepted because no matter how hard I try, I've been cussing God out big time this weekend. Well, I'm going to keep digging for that silver lining. Until then, I think I'm going to go bury my face in kitty fur and force the Kitty of Doom into some snuggles.

That would be a negative

So, I took my little test. Got up first thing this morning and peed on the stick and waited a couple minutes to see if it would turn blue. It didn't. So, it's a great big negative that I'm preggers, and Tim can breathe a huge sigh of relief since he didn't seem overly thrilled by the prospect any way. I guess I'd better figure out what's going on. Gah, I can't afford this right now! Okay, I'm feeling pretty yucky and hopeless at the moment, so I'm gonna cut this short. This isn't the week that I get a miracle. =(

10 Years Ago Today...

Ten years ago today, I woke up, got ready, and headed out to work. You know, pretty typical day. I got there and a co-worker who knew me pretty well runs up and hysterically asks, "Are you okay?" I'll be honest, I had no idea why this girl was freaking out and so worried about me. So, I answer and ask why she's so worried, you know, that which seems so normal. The words that came out of her shocked me so badly, and I can remember that moment so clearly it's like it happened yesterday. She said, "Princess Diana is dead." She knew that I am a huge fan of the Royal Family, and of Princess Diana in particular (though I'll confess that when I was a young girl, I was convinced that I would meet and marry Prince Andrew. No idea how that would have ever happened, but I was certain that it would). Today marks the tenth anniversary of her death, and though the pain isn't fresh, it still makes me stop and think. I know that there are still some people out there who believe that there was some sort of conspiracy surrounding her death, but I'm not one of them. Oh sure, I totally understand why someone would want to believe that. I mean, here's this cultural icon, someone who seems so full of life (larger than life in some cases), and suddenly she's gone. I didn't want to believe that someone who had such a profound effect on my life could be taken in such a preventable and all too common occurance as being a victim of a drunk driver. But, that is what happened.

Diana, Princess of Wales, taught me many things. To be empathetic. To try and reach out to those who everyone else seems to have forgotten. That it was okay to have problems and feel lost sometimes. So today, of all days, I think a proper tribute to her would be to perform at least one act of random kindness. Granted, I think that this is something that we should strive to do every day, but for me, the lessons that she taught me, most of which are too indefinable to put into words, today is the perfect day to try even harder. R.I.P. Diana, and know that you are truly missed.

Oh what a night!

Well, we had a lovely evening out for Tim's birthday. We went out and had a nice dinner, and driving home were treated to an amazing full moon. Of course, I didn't have my camera with me, and by the time we got home, I was too tired to go running around trying to get a view of it. Actually, I was fighting with a nasty, nasty bout of nausea all day, and I got to spend the later part of the evening with my dear friend "John". Yep, I gave a nice offering (my nice dinner, natch) up to the porcelain god. So now I'm stuck with a raging headache, and a nice red eye from the strain. Gotta hate that. But it was a nice evening, and it felt so good to do something nice with and for Tim.

File under: "Lucy, you (might) have some 'splaining to do"
Unfortunately, yesterday wasn't my first bout of this lovely nausea. In fact, it's been going on for a while now. And I know your first thought, "OMG, are you preggers?" Well, it was my first thought too. Especially considering other, um, visitors who have failed to make an appearance quite yet. Truth is, that's something I've been hoping for for soooooo long, that I'm afraid to even think about it. To say the least, if I were, it would be really really really bad timing. But then, when isn't it? As for the explaining, well, someone would have to explain a LOT of things to me! I mean, the doctors have said that it's a mighty small chance that I can ever get pregnant. Not to say that I can't, but it's a very big long shot. And to top it off, Tim has had a vasectomy, so (though I know that's not 100% effective), that would put the odds of us getting pregnant somewhere in the "Not Bloody Likely" category. Unless you can get pregnant from dreams. Then Criss Angel is going to have to cough up some serious child support. *Sigh* It was one helluva dream, but it was just a dream! So now I'm trying to figure it out. The "symptoms" could be explained in a number of different ways from something as normal as stress to menopause to major medical conditions. Now, I don't think it's menopause, I think (hope) that I'm too young, but it's hard to base it off of the women in my family since I'm the only one that hasn't had kids. Not to mention that I really don't want it to be that because then even that miniscule chance is ripped away from me. I hope it's nothing major, for obvious reasons. It could easily be stress because I do put myself in some very screwed up situations. So now I'm trying to figure out whether I should invest in one of those lovely tests. On the one hand, I'd have a better idea of things. On the other, well, when it comes up negative, it's hard to convince yourself that you weren't hoping it came out positive. Maybe I'll just go rip a branch off a tree and pee on it. I mean, if it turns blue, I'll know, right? Yeah yeah, that ain't gonna work. I'm at a complete loss as to what to do. I know I need to find out, but I don't know if I can handle seeing the test come up negative. Silly, I know. But I've been hoping, praying, and trying for more years than I care to count. I pretend to have the "whatever will be, will be" attitude, but I'm not really that good of an actress. I've already talked to Tim about it (and was terribly relieved when he didn't accuse me of sleeping around-haha), and he's cool with the idea, however, he's obviously worried about how all this would pan out. Hell, if his kids won't come over because I live here (and I haven't seen hide nor hair of them in a year), imagine if there were another child involved. And you can damned well better believe that I wouldn't be carting my kid all over hell and back just so that they could come over for the weekend. That's just ridiculous. Oy vey, wouldn't that be a fine kettle of fish? Oh god, what to do, what to do? If anyone is still reading this long raving post, and you've got any advice, I'm more than happy to hear it. I know, one step at a time. I guess I'd better work up the courage to buy a test, huh?

Party!

Okay, so there isn't a party. But today is Tim's birthday and I'm trying to get everything done to make it a nice one. We'll be heading out to dinner tonight, and I think I've gotten all of the shopping done for it. I couldn't figure out what to get him so I just bought a bunch of clothes (more than I planned because I managed to stumble into a nice sale! Yay!) He doesn't want a big production, so I'm skipping the cake. Though I'm thinking about going out and getting some stuff to make a little ice cream cake. Nice and easy, and quick too. We've been together for a long time, but I've never been able to really do anything for him for his birthday. So though he doesn't want a big deal made out of it, I'd like to do something nice for him. I think I'm going to head out later to see if I can find a couple of pairs of jeans for him since his are all ripped up from work. I looked through every stinking pair of jeans at the store yesterday, but couldn't find his damned size. Every other size, but not his. I love that he's tall, but what a pain in the butt to find clothes! I have to admit that getting him clothes is a disappointment for me. I know he needs stuff, but it's just so boring. And I've always thought of birthday and Xmas gifts as a time to get someone something that they've wanted but wouldn't necessarily buy for themselves. Mafia Wife and I were talking about this, but it's hard to get something for someone who either has everything, or doesn't really want a whole lot. Part of the problem is that with money being scarce, neither one of us will say "Oooh, I'd love to have that!" when we're out and about shopping. Since we know we can't afford all of the luxuries right now, both of us are trying hard to be on our best spending behavior. Which makes gift ideas difficult to come up with! I think I'm a lot easier because I will still say, "I want that...someday". Tim doesn't. He just glances at it and walks away without even showing it to me. Ah well, someday, with some hard work, we'll be able to do nicer things for each other. Hmm. Gotta decide whether I want to do the ice cream cake or not. Okay, well, I want to do it, but will he think I went overboard is the real question. Especially since we're going out to dinner and could conceivably order dessert while we're there. Decisions decisions. Maybe I'll just wait and make Yours Truly's French Toast. Damn that stuff sounds good... I feel the pounds packing on along the hip area just thinking about it!

R.I.P. Riley

It's a sad day for my family today. I just got an email from my sister saying that they had to put their family dog, Riley, to sleep this morning. He's been sick for a while, and the doctor's weren't able to figure out what was wrong. Well, they finally found out. He had cancer in his stomach and it was too far gone for them to be able to operate. Riley was a very sweet dog, with lots of affection. He liked nothing more than to be pet and to snuggle. He was so wonderful with my niece and nephew. The things he tolerated! Though in truth, it seemed to me that he wasn't tolerating, that he just loved it. He loved his family so very much and I think his biggest regret would be that he couldn't have stayed to take care of them longer. So now that he's in Doggy Heaven, I thought I'd put up the two pictures that I have with him in it. I'm slapping myself that I didn't get any pics of just him. But these will have to do as a memorial to that great and loving dog named Riley.



Here he is in the background keeping his eye on my silly nephew


And again, in the background trying to keep this goofy boy out of trouble

Laundry day

Yep, I'm doing laundry. How very exciting. And to top off the day's events, I get to go shopping tonight! Woohoo! Okay, really, not exciting at all. But not every day gets to be a party. And I really don't have anything to say today, but I'm bored and need a break, so here I am regaling you all with my uneventful day. Let's see, what else have I been doing? Pretty much just trying to organize and stuff and make out my lists of things that I am going to need/want when I join the Mafia. Got lots of stuff on my list, but a lot of it is "eventually" stuff. Of course, I think I've figured out the real reason that this is going to happen. I've been longing for their TiVo. Yep, I'm gonna admit it. Though I think they only want me there for my Playstation. But I get the last laugh there because it's only a PS2! Muhahahahaha!

Okay, and on that note, I thought I'd share something amusing/cute with you. Because I'm kinda bored and I've run out of stuff to say.

Decision made

It's taken a little over a year, but I've finally made the decision to inflict myself on Mafia Wife, Bobby and children full time. Pray for them. Tim's middle kid decided that he would not come over on Tim's weekends any more because I still live here with Tim. He feels that Tim has lied to him because somewhere down the line Tim and his ex-wife (JoAnn) planned that I would move out when I got a job. Well, I haven't found a job yet, and that plan was not my plan. That's the problem with making plans that concern someone else; they may not go along with it. When I first heard about that plan, I told Tim in no uncertain terms what a very bad idea that was. But now I'm an even bigger bad guy because his kids don't want to spend time with him if I live here. Granted, they haven't even seen me in more than a year. I guess seeing my stuff is too much for them to handle. I wonder how much they'll holler when they realize that much of the stuff that's here that they use and enjoy is mine and will be going with me...Oy, shouldn't think those kinds of vindictive thoughts. I mean, it's not the kids' fault that they feel the way they do. Perhaps if their parents had had a little bit of discretion things would have worked out differently. But alas, we'll never know now.

So I feel pretty shitty. I've been fighting and working for this relationship for many many many years, and I feel like this has pretty much signed it's death warrant. Though I'll only be about an hour away, it's not easy trying to maintain a relationship that way. And, though I have no qualifications in determining children's behavior, I think that they will continue to make ridiculous demands on their dad. Like I said, I'm not qualified to figure out kids will act, so I could (and probably--hopefully--am) be way off base. But I know when I was a kid, if I did something and it resulted in getting what I wanted or getting things done the way that I wanted, I kept doing it. And when it started failing, I'd step it up a notch. And so on, and so forth. By letting the kids decide who lives where and who he dates, etc. I think Tim has really painted himself into a corner. I don't think that the kids will ever allow him and I to be happy and if they finally "allow" us to be together, I think they will do everything in their power to try and make us miserable. I'm probably way off base, but that's my gut feeling.

So on top of feeling shitty, I feel like I haven't ever made a good decision in my life. Luckily, there is some evidence to disprove this. At least a little bit. I was smart enough (though maybe the credit shouldn't be entirely be given to me) to pick the right kind of friends. I may not have a whole slew of peeps that I can hang out with, but the ones I've got would give me the shirt off their backs. Or in this case, a place to live while I get back on my feet. How bloody lucky is that? I mean, how many people can honestly say that they've got people who'll not only be there through the good and bad, but that'll prop them up and keep them going every step in between? I'm pretty damned lucky. That's probably the biggest understatement of the century. So I gotta get my arse in gear, get a job (hopefully a halfway decent one), and get out of their place before I drive them up a wall. I can't even tell you how mixed my feelings are right now. I mean, I'm so happy and so proud to have such wonderful friends, but I am soooooooooooooo worried that I'm going to do something that'll screw it all up. No matter what, I had better not let that happen.

And on yet another note, I feel kind of guilty because I've been having incredibly horrible, evil thoughts. I mean, really evil, at least for me. If you know me at all, you probably know that I am too nice most of the time. Apparently I have a very vindictive streak though. JoAnn (Tim's ex-wife in case you've forgotten) had to go in for a colonoscopy today, and I've been hoping all freaking day that the doctor slips with his probe. Though maybe we'll all get really lucky and the doctor will find her head up there. I can think of a lot more stuff she can shove up there that rotten, horrid person. See? even when I'm being mean and bitchy I'm still "nice". No wonder I'm so messed up.

Okay, off to see what else I can get packed up. Oh crap, I need more boxes. Grr, I don't wanna go to the store...

Flashbacks, oh no!

Well, nothing has been going on around here. I mean nothing. It's been rainy and gray for what seems like forever. I'm starting to have flashbacks to living in Juneau. It's scary. I almost asked Tim if he wanted to go for a drive out by the glacier yesterday. I think that means it's time for the sun to come out again. Or it's time for me to seek counselling. But then, we've known that was the case for years! Okay, since I'm having these flashbacks, I thought I'd share a photo from my days in Juneau. This is of the Mendenhall Glacier which was about 3 miles from my house. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, although Alaska is gorgeous, I could NEVER live there again.




Btw, this was obviously taken on one of the VERY rare sunny days. I do mean very rare. Remember folks, this place is in a rain forest. Like, for real (Tongass National Forest).

eww, jury duty

Yeah, joy. I've been summoned for jury duty. How thrilling. I can't say that I'm overjoyed by this. How can I make decisions that affect someone else's life (and sometimes multiple people) when I can't even figure out my own half the time? Oy vey, I really hope that there isn't any thing pending that needs a jury. I really, really, really don't want to do this. I guess I shouldn't complain, I mean, it is my duty and all that crap. But I just don't feel competent to do it. Sitting there with a bunch of strangers waiting around all day, I will be such a basket case. Though maybe I should be glad. I mean, if I do get stuck being on a jury, then they'll pay me. Sure, it's a pittance, but it is better than what I'm making right now. You know, if I get stuck doing some long drawn out case, that's when I'll get a boatload of calls for interviews. Bloody Murphy's Law, I swear. Grr. One step at a time. Just have to wait until it's my time and make my phone call and hope that they don't need me. And hope. And hope. Patooey!

Ho Hum

Nothing going on. Really. It's been so incredibly boring around here. And even quieter than usual. My "big" night has finally arrived. Yes, Criss Angel's doing his "Naked Escape" stunt tonight. Kind of a bummer that they're blocking it all out, but then again, after he and I run off and elope together (yeah right!), I'll probably be glad that all the fans of his show didn't see his, um, gear. And I'm sure I'll be content seeing him in his CK's. Yum. Though after tonight, what am I going to have to look forward to? Hohum. Maybe I'll just nap away the rest of the week. If only.

Oh yeah, and this one is for Mafia Wife. Because it reminds me of her. A lot. I mean, a whole LOT.



And for Bobby, though I'm not sure exactly why, this just reminds me of him:

YAWN...

I'm tired. Really tired. I woke up around 4:30 this morning feeling cold and damp. That is soooo not a pleasant sensation. But yes, the stupid water bed sprung another leak on my side again. So I had three options, 1) sleep in bed while getting soaked by a pinprick of a leak that I wouldn't be able to find at that hour, 2) get up and do something, or 3) get out of bed and try and camp out on the couch. Now, if I've never mentioned it before, we've got the couch from hell. Literally. It's this old, old, old sectional that probably never saw better days. Like even new from the store, I think this thing was designed for torture. I made a valiant effort to catch a few zzzz's there, but I didn't get much more than a back ache. I have trouble sleeping while sitting up in an uncomfortable position. Not that the stupid water bed is any better, mind you. I really, really, really hate that bed with a passion. It was Tim's from way back when, and it sat unused for like ever, only to be put out when Tim got divorced and moved out. The really crappy thing is that the couch and the water bed are all we've got, so at this point, this is how it is. I wish that I was able to sleep on floors! I think I might look at air mattresses today because when this happens again (and it will, this bed springs leaks all the time it seems), I want somewhere that I can get a little bit of sleep.

In other news, Tim is taking his kids on vacation beginning tomorrow night. How boring for me. The really sad part is that I've got nothing going on all week while he's gone. The only thing that I'm looking forward to is watching Criss Angel: Mindfreak. Yeah yeah, I'm hopelessly addicted. And this week's episode sounds promising, especially with the old man away. It's called "Naked Escape". SO, what's better than seeing Criss Angel nekkid while my man is gone? Not much, unless he (C.A.) happened to appear nekkid at my doorstep...And if that ever happens, I will not be responsible for my actions. Still trying to figure out how I'd restrain an escape artist though.... ;)

Sad Night

Considering the news last night of the bridge collapsing near Minneapolis, I thought I'd share a funny picture with you guys. I woke up to read about the bridge, and felt so sad, I just needed to do a little something to make myself smile a bit. Before I do though, let me just say that my thoughts and prayers go out to all of those affected by this latest tragedy. And without further ado:





Yep, that's the Kitty of Doom there, after being caught surfing the net for "kitty pr0n". Okay, that's not really what he was doing (this time). He likes to sit in his daddy's office chair and nap. And he likes to sit like this basically anywhere. But this is one of the few times I've ever seen him in this pose in the chair. I thought it was really cute. And yes, his eyes are always that big. I think that the Kitty of Doom is actually the reincarnation of Al Bundy. Which is much better than say, Ted Bundy. Yep, the cat's weird. No wonder he fits in around here.

New Format!

Yep, I gave up. I just went and got a new format to do what I want this silly blog thing to do. I really hate the colors. And I really don't give a hoot about the picture. It's pretty and all, but I can't say that I have any real feeling about it one way or the other. The one that I liked most, which is not to say that I loved it, decided it didn't want to work, and I was too lazy to mess with it. My hope is that now that I have the layout all worked out, I will take the time to pick out colors that I like and find a picture that I like. That's the plan any way. I wouldn't recommend holding your breath waiting though. I get way too distracted, way too easily. It all comes from having no life, ya know.

So, other subjects. Let's see, the news is always bad and I've already ranted about current events this week. Oh, I just finished reading the latest (and final) Harry Potter book. I won't include any spoilers, just in case there's someone out there who hasn't read it yet but wants to. Suffice it to say that it was a very good story and I enjoyed it as much as all the rest of the series. I have been very impressed how the events in these books have aged with the characters. And even though this is technically a kids/young adult series, I'm glad that I read it. And I'll probably sit down at some point and re-read it.

Yawn

I'm bored. Really bored. The highlight of my day so far has been going to the Secretary of State's office to get my new license plate. Yep, sitting around waiting for my number to be called was my big thrill. How bloody irritating. So, what's going on in the world? Hrrmmmm, guess I should read the news or something. Ah yes, that psycho nutcase in Maryland is still in the news. This b***h is charged with killing her newborn son after they found his remains wrapped in a towel under the bathroom vanity. After searching her house, they've turned up the remains of three more pre-term children. Two in a garbage bag stuffed into a trunk in her bedroom, and a third in a mobile home nearby. The cops are now digging up the yard searching for more. I don't get it. I just don't. I mean, if you don't want to have a child, use birth control, have a tubal ligation, something! If you're having trouble carrying a child to term, talk to a doctor! Why, oh why, would someone have a child and then just stash it in a trash bag? Even if it was stillborn, it just doesn't make any sense to me. And another oddity, according to what I've read, she lived with her boyfriend. I'm assuming that the boyfriend was the baby's daddy, didn't he wonder what happened to his kid? And even if he was not the father, why on earth didn't he wonder why his girlfriend was suddenly not pregnant? People really really really piss me off. Is it just me, or has the world gone completely off it's rocker? Ah yes, this is why I try not to read the news too much. I can take the headlines, but reading deeper just makes me irate. *SIGH*

goofing off

Fiddling around with the template so that I can add a few of my favorite things. You know, personalize this whole space a little. But what I really want to do is put them there videos over on that whole blah space on the right. Unfortunately, I haven't gotten it to work quite yet. I'll be tinkering around with it for a while. In the meantime, if you're curious about any of those favorites, feel free to give them a listen! I've got them configured so that they don't auto-play (wouldn't that be an instant headache with so many of them going at once!) so just clicky the play button and enjoy. If you don't enjoy, I'd suggest clicking the stop button. Yep, I'll admit it, I'm brilliant about these things!