Perhaps the Saddest Site I Have Ever Seen

I see alot of websites in the course of working Job 3. According to a recent job review, I rated over 68,000 websites last year.....and I'm figuring that probably over 7,000 were porn of some sort.

Out of all of those, there have been several memorable ones...and I've blogged about them here. But this site, might be the saddest site that I have ever seen. It is a site started to raise money for this little boy who was paralyzed after a car accident. This is part of the last update:

It is with great sadness we have to share the terrible news about Neil, Kazumi and Sam. Sam died from meningitis on Friday and it seems that Neil and Kazumi took their own lives shortly after that.

We are all very shocked at this terrible news and thinking of everyone who cared for Sam or were close to Neil and Kazumi who are dealing with this tragic situation.

We are all better for knowing them and Sam could not have wished for better parents.

Truly heartbreaking.

Bittersweet Insomnia

I've been averaging at least one night a week of insomnia over the past few months, and the most frustrating thing about insomnia is that all of a sudden you have all of the time that you need in order to get what you need done.....but you have no motivation whatsoever to do a damn thing.
For example, this morning I was up a little bit before 4am and decided to read in the hopes that it would tire me out enough to sleep.
Finished my book and wasn't tired.
What to do, what to do?
I could do dishes....they are threatening to to take over the kitchen.... nah, I can do them later.
Practice the piano? I think that my neighbor would be angry at the piano at 5 in the morning.
Work on the millions of other volunteer projects that I need to get done? Well....I tried, but got bored after about five minutes.
I ended up taking a shower and slowly walking to work. I didn't walk the whole way, just until the bus came on the street...I just walked from stop to stop to stop. At least it was a wonderful morning....let's just hope that it stays that way.

Zombie Graduate and the New Adult Sofa

Hello from my the comfort of my brand new sofa!
Graduation is over.... and boy am I glad. The family was all there (Thank you Mom, Dad, Jimmy, and Libby!) and we had a nice low-key celebration. Went to just convocation, a late lunch at Su Casa, and then we went to an art show where Jimmy and his boyfriend were photography subjects. My graduation proofs arrived in the mail the same day that my diploma came. While the photo shows off my totally fabulous hairdo, it also makes me look zombie like--- or like someone how hasn't slept properly in a very long time.
I could write about what this graduation means to me....but I think that I'll spare all the hokiness for the moment. Let's just say that finishing helps me put away alot of the emotional baggage that I acquired during this process. I have all but three thank you cards already sent out: Aunt Linnie, Libby, and my parents remain...I guess you can say that I saved the hardest cards to write until last. I really wanted presents....and surprisingly I got lots of presents. I am not used to getting what I want...and having selfish wants and getting them met is really really strange. The best present by far was the gift that my parents gave me.... a new sofa. Buying a new one has been something that I've been planning on for a while, but it has easily been put on the back burner many times.
This is the completely and totally awesome picture of my new sofa. Up close it looks like a carpet bag, it also looks gorgeous with my hardwood floors. Little bit by little bit all of the hand me down furnature is being replaced by legitimate (and more adult) pieces of furnature. Jimmy inherited my old sofa. The primary condition of this was that he had to find a way to get it upstairs to his apartment by the time the new one arrived. Of course, he didn't manage to get it up to his apartment until almost two days AFTER the new one arrived. He tried to get me to help him, and I refused. He kept saying that it would be no trouble....but even with the help of his friend Jamelle, it still looks like he was having some difficulty, don't you think?
The stairwell is horrible, and even though I was giggling and taking pictures, I had to help a bit as they navigated its twists and turns.


But I think that it was all worth it..... he seems very happy with being able to fall asleep on the sofa again.

Piano!

Since my parents moved from Price I've had the family piano in the front room of my apartment. It is an absolutely beautiful piece of furniture that pretty much just collects dust because I can't play the thing worth as damn.

But.....

I finally got my act together and called a teacher. I hope to begin lessons on May 11th (after payday--how sad is that, that I have to wait for a payday for a $20 piano lesson).

Here's to learning how to play piano with two hands at the same time! Whoo! Only took me like 17 years to get back to taking lessons....may I have more patience this time with it.

Waxing Philosophical on the Subject of Soulmates

Here's another philosophical post for you to groan over. Ever since I've finished my comps that "fog" (I mentioned earlier) is continuing to lift and lift and lift and even though the fog should have stopped it seems to keep lifting. I guess that I am lifting through many levels of clarity at the moment. Which makes since....the whole Masters thing was tainted with the whole Mr.3 thing and in completing one I had to deal with certain parts of the other.

When I had that palm reading thing-a-majig in December, the lady doing the reading had mentioned that people had many soulmates that they came across in their lives. Now, it is truth acknowledged between my best friend Libby and I that we are soulmates. At one point, I felt the same way about Mr.3 and after he hurt me so badly I changed my thinking on this......until I read the following definition of soulmate in the book "Eat, Pray, Love":

"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that's holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then they leave. And thank God for it. ........ [Mr.3]'s purpose was to shake you up, drive you out of that marriage that you needed to leave, tear apart you ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light could get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you had to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master and beat it. That was his job, and he did great, but now it's over."

If you go by that definition of soul mate, Mr.3 was one of the ones that I have met in my life..... the same still stands for Libby. In any case, it is just another example of why it isn't crazy at all that I don't regret the whole Mr.3 saga happening.

"I've Been Told That I'm Emotionally Needy, Do You Want to Go Out With Me?"

I'm copyrighting that and I am going to turn it into a t-shirt.

A few weeks ago I went to a conflict management training and we had to do this exercise where we train ourselves to not be triggered emotionally by being called names. You had to think of the three people who drive you most nuts in the world and write down all the adjectives that describe them. Then with a partner you have them call you that name. Once you're called the name you have to say "sometimes I can be ______, but right now I need to move beyond that so I can handle the issue at hand."

I did this with my co-worker Shari. I called her "dishonest" and all the color drained from her face and then she looked like she had eaten something really tart...then it was my turn.
"Debbie, you are always playing the victim".

My jaw dropped and I resembled something that looks like a fish out of water.

The first inclination is that you want to ask why, then you want to refute the comment and then you just want to win the conversation by proving somehow that you are something completely other than what you were just called. And this is how arguments and conflicts happen and all progress just stops.

We've turned this exercise into an office game....throwing around accusations such as "controlling", "dishonest", and the latest and greatest "emotionally needy". Where did that one come from? .....ah...our favorite ex-husband, Mr.3. There hasn't been an update on Mr.3 for a while and that has been by design. In January, we almost caught him. 10 hours behind sort of deal....and there is another woman to add to the "ex-Mr.3 sorority". She's wonderful and amazing.....and even though Mr.3 is a horrible man he has managed to find some pretty damn cool ladies. I'm not sure if I am going to go into this new chapter on the blog just yet.... but I would like to announce that I've started writing the book. The other day however Mr.3 sent her a painful heartfelt email that is filled with empty promises and also trashes every other woman he has been with. I haven't seen the full email but I've been given the cliff notes in which I'm accused of being emotionally needy and basking in the glow of Mr.3's accomplishments at the MEC.

I admit that I had the' fish on dry-land moment', then I wanted to find all the email proof from him that refuted what he said, and then..... I stopped.

I stopped completely.....
and I began to laugh.

Cause it is just like the conflict management class.....he aimed every word to hurt me, to drag me down into a pit of despair, to question myself, to completely throw me off track.

Its failed... and I'm gonna make the t-shirt to prove it.

No More New Face of Sexy

Why? You may ask.

Cause the damn thing is made of fricking latex!

This is not on the packaging or instructions anywhere.

Yesterday I just thought that my teeth were hurting because I was eating a bunch of sugary candy and I haven't had much candy in a while. But last night, as I had the guard on (which I was starting to like) it kept sticking strangely to my gums and my month was producing a HUGE amount of saliva.....and then the burning set in and I removed it. My suspicions have been confirmed this morning as my mouth is dry and sore only where the guard came into direct contact with my mouth.

What to do? Not sure really. Now in times past when latex has come into contacts with the girlie parts there wasn't much I could do except try to heal naturally. But I think that I am going to try some salt water rinses and hope that my mouth will heal faster than the parts down below that couldn't exactly have anything put on them.

I'm really annoyed that the box is not marked at all that it contains latex. I am going to call the company this afternoon and complain.

Review of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies

What happens when someone combines violent zombie mayhem with Jane Austen? It becomes something that I spend money on and buy!

There is alot of Jane Austen fan fiction out there, something that I found out on a date in January where we slowly walked through the shelves of the local Barnes and Nobles: lots of books continuing the various stories (I've only read one book of that sort) and there is a whole Jane Austen detective series.

Back to Pride and Prejudice and Zombies..... basically it is a retelling of the story (word for word in the majority of cases) with some Zombie action thrown in. Although there are some plot tweaks and changes. One of them being the relationship between Charlotte Lucas and Mr. Collins. While they still marry, you no longer have to pity Ms. Lucas for her choice in husband as she gets bitten by a zombie and eventually she becomes one. Mr. Collins is so heartbroken that he commits suicide. Lydia still runs away with Mr. Wickham, but in the final settlement where they are forced to marry, a condition is that Mr. Darcy gets to beat him senseless and lame in the name of honor. Wickham is so crippled that he continually soils himself, and selfish Lydia has to constantly change the diapers of her "brave" husband. And of course, in the final confrontation between Lady Catherine and Elizabeth over the rumors of Mr. Darcy proposing to her....there is a physical fight. Lady Catherine is very well respected for her fighting skills (she has a guard of personal ninjas you know) and it was because Elizabeth didn't behead Lady Catherine and let her live that Mr. Darcy renewed his affections.

The book was silly to be sure. The blending of Asian martial arts and 1800 England was...well...interesting. It was worth the read for the novelty alone; and the reading guide and artwork with the inaccurate period costumes, highly amusing. Out of all of Jane Austen's novels, I think that this would be definitely the only one that could be adapted to include a zombie menace.....possibly Emma.... but Pride and Prejudice is the only one with characters that lend themselves to really pride themselves on their social standing AND fighting skills. Also, Pride and Prejudice is probably the most recognizable storyline of Jane Austen. I don't think that it is her best book, but it is a good introduction to her writings. Everyone who is a hopeless romantic can appreciate the love/hate and then love relationship between Elizabeth and Darcy. I'm sure that all of us wish that we had her ready wit....cause she never seems to falter in an agruement. She isn't very deep though, then again, her character is only 20 years old...and how deep are we at that age anyway? I perfer Persuasion with its heroine, Anne Elliot. She's a klutz and make mistakes....and develops maturity with time. She's leaned on by so many people, and often unrecognized for what she does. She's older, 29, and has much more depth to her character. I recognize more of myself in her than in Elizabeth Bennett. So while Darcy would be nice, give me Captain Wentworth anyday.

The New Face of Sexy

So I finally caved in (after waking myself up in pain last night from grinding my teeth) and bought a night time mouth guard. Apparently if I sleep with my mouth closed I clench my teeth and jaws....which causes me much pain and muscle spasming. Now if I don't sleep with my mouth closed I don't clench....but then I just drool all over myself. And honestly....who likes to wake up with dried drool all over their face?

The goal is to sleep with my mouth closed and not have my current level of face pain. Hopefully I can teach myself to stop doing this....but until then, this is the new face of "thexy" (sexy with a lisp).

I have a feeling that this is definitely going to increase my dating prospects.

The Pity Pass

No one knows better then me that I haven't been the best graduate student....I've joked about it plenty of times. I know that my passing of my comps was due more to politics than performance. It already feels pretty hollow. And since I know this, I really don't want to be reminded about it. So the thanks-for-nuttin' award goes to my chair who sent me the following email today:

I am writing this email as Chair of your supervisory committee. This email is to let you know that you have passed the take home portion of your exam. Congratulations!

After considerable discussion and debate, your committee has agreed to also pass you on your lab exam; however, they have asked that I let you know that this was an exceptionally poor exam, and they are very disappointed in your performance.

Translation: Congratulations you have a masters degree, but you still suck.

Crack and Peel- Comps Saga Part 4

So I originally had this absolutely brilliant metaphor planned about how my emotional state was akin to a crack and peel mailing label....but I lost interest writing it halfway through. Let's just say that the month of March was awful....taking me on this emotional rollercoaster that I never ever ever ever ever wish to go on again.

In order to explain my craziness, I am going to lay it all out for you in cool, calm logic:

Weeks in order to complete the take home portion of comprehensive exam: 2
Days left in the exam period before I completely and totally freaked out: 4
Panic attacks on exam due date: 1
Crying fit on exam due date: 2
Days inbetween exam due date and oral defense of take-home: 3
Length of time that my oral defense was scheduled for: 30 minutes
Hours spent freaking out before oral defense: 3
Pre-oral defense panic attacks: 1
Times tearing up in the oral defense: 1
Hours spent after the oral exam crying and hyperventilating: 2
Hours spent studying for the lab exam: 4
Even though I memorized the formula for standard deviation, how many times was it in the lab exam: 0
Time spent of four hour exam period trying to figure out how to get the exam printing because the faculty neglected to let us know that we needed our student ID and money on our student ID in order to print: 30 minutes

Oral comps passed: 1
Lab comps passed: information still pending
Amount of money that I had to spend today on my cap and gown for graduation even though I am still not sure that I am going to graduate: $50

It feels really good to be finished with the exams. Apparently I have been walking around in a heavy fog for a couple of weeks...so I apologize to family and friends that I may have babbled at instead of having a legitimate conversation. I have no excuse.

I also have no excuse for the lack of housecleaning the past three weeks! I shall get that tackled today....although I suspect that I am the only one who notices the dust. But oh....to do chores and errands, and go out and see people and even to read a book without guilt that I should be studying instead...that, my friends, is completely priceless.

A Rather Strange Day....

Why? Well for one, I went to the ENT today about my ear pain. I've been having this pain for a while and I was worried that it was effecting my hearing. My hearing is fine, in fact it is very very good. The ear pain is due to my clenching of my jaw.... I'm apparently given myself arthritis in my jaw, albeit temporary. The muscles that are spasming because of the teeth clenching stem up into the ear....causing the pain. It is also the cause of my perception of hearing loss in my left ear as the muscle that is effected is pulling the eardrum down a bit. The doctor was very helpful and answered all of my odd questions. Health tip......don't use q-tips to clean your ears. Apparently your ears have a natural self-cleaning system and using q-tips is the equilivent of wiping away your ear's natural immune system. So I am going to try to stop myself from using q-tips....especially because the doctor says that once I do that I'll be able to swim and not worry about ear pain. Of course.....I think that I am getting sorta annoyed that yet another doctor has told me that I need to de-stress....alright guys! I get the point!

The next strange thing that happened today is that I sorta got a promotion at the Center. One of our professors got a huge grant for a Turkish studies project, I know that he had been trying to get me as his assistant, and this morning I got an email from our soon-to-be new director appointing me as project assistant. This will move me to full time (I'm currently only 30 hours a week) and I am still to be in Outreach. Of course the salary increase won't happen until July and there are alot of details that will need to be worked out. I still have to work on part of the project now though.....but it is kinda flattering that I got this promotion. It will make the future of me in Outreach extra interesting.

And the final bit of strangeness....although it really isn't that strange, is that I am still working on my comps. In my appointment with Esther yesterday we talked about why I was freaking and alot of it has to do with my feelings of the exam being a bunch of busy work and that I'm not as empassioned about the subject as I used to be. I worked on them this afternoon in my office at work and made a huge amount of progress and when I am done with this post, I am going to work more on them. I've made a large pot of coffee and I am in a surprisingly good mood. Now I just need to take some anti-inflammatories for the spasming jaw and resulting ear pain and I'm golden!

Comps Saga- Part 3

Well its happened..... I had the freak out. The crying, shaking, completely and totally irrational kind of freak out.

I actually had a panic attack over comps during work. I haven't finished them, and I haven't written enough, but I also have time. They aren't due until Thursday at 5pm.....I have time....and I have to keep reminding myself that.

You would think that I would understand how I work best....and I wonder if it is really true that I work best late at night and under an impending deadline. Today, I was focusing on writing my comps from 12:30 pm onwards and I have very very little to show for it. It is like my brain melted and I must have stared at the screen for hours. Luckily Libby came over for a while to help me calm down. I also took a long hot bath and drank a very large glass of wine. The result is that I am much more calm, but still as mushy brained. I'm considering just turning in at 9:30 tonight, in the hopes that tomorrow I will feel better and will be able to think.

Here's hoping....

Comps Saga- Part 2

The official comprehensive exam study/write soundtrack has been chosen!

I decided that I needed something comfortable and familiar, and also something that I have no memories of Mr.3 with. And so I went with something that also had meaning for me.....the Moody Blues, my Dad's favorite band. So yeah...that's the latest update really..... work on my CBI questions went really well last night. Tonight I work on L2 Methodology questions.

Comps Saga- Sure to be Part 1 of Many

Tick, tock, tick, tock....the time is winding down to me finally finishing my masters degree. Last Friday I was sent the questions for the take-home part of my comprehensive exams. Three classes are being test via the take home (due Thursday the 26th), and three classes are being tested via a lab exam (March 31). There is supposed to be an oral defense of the exams, but I don't know when that is, sometime between turning the exams in and April 4th.

Of course finishing will be a relief, but I'm being hit with a HUGE load of emotional crap. And it isn't anxiety about the tests....actually I am pleasantly surprised with the fun challenge that the comps questions are presenting.....the problem is in reviewing the course work....because rather than paying attention in class and being a good student when I was in these classes two years ago, I was writing jail letters to my deadbeat ex-husband during the class or was freaking out over one lie or another that he had told me and was failing mid-terms.

Sunday night I couldn't put it off anymore and had to go searching for the last of my class notes. In the back corner of the nephi room are banker boxes filled with classnotes from me and Mr.3. About 1/5 of all the stuff I went through was mine....and I was torn between just throwing out everything that has his writing on it, or going through it all in detail to find all evidence of wrong-doing to hand over to the feds. There was so much waste...half used notebooks...mounds of printed papers. I still haven't purchased a new printer.....Mr.3 took the last two I bought with him and pawned them along the way. He was always printing things that he never needed...honestly, I know that he was studying terrorism, but is it nessacary to print out an Al-Qaida training manual translated into English? I don't think so. I also can't find a book that I need to study for the lab portion of my comps with....I'm pretty sure that Mr.3 sold it back at a textbook sale, which really annoys me.

Going through the boxes was hard and I guess that he was on my mind while I slept, as on Monday morning the house phone started to ring at 7:15am. I was wokened out of a dead sleep and ran to the phone expecting to hear his voice on the other end. Which freaked me out a bit. I do not want to hear his voice, but I spent so much of my life in the past 2-3 years waiting and hoping for him to call...that I guess in a time where sad rememberances are popping up all over the place that strange sub-conscious things would crop up too.

In any case, I just need to survive and do well this month and then I will be able to put alot of this behind me. Once I get word that I have passed my comps....and I WILL pass them...I am going to go through the storage boxes and throw out ALL of the school stuff I have, mine and Mr.3's.

I will get through this.

And now back to working on my comps question from my CBI class.

Quinoa Porridge...Makes Me Rub My Belly

What has Debbie been up to lately, you ask?

Eating.

No, seriously.....I've been eating.

Been trying a new thing where I try a new food each week and at least one new recipe. Three weeks ago I tried Quinoa (pronouced "keen- waa") which is a grain. It's awesome when you cook it because as it is a seed it sprouts a little in the heat. And while I dislike the texture of oatmeal, I completely love quinoa porridge. I also tried to make vegatable sushi....which is alot harder than it sounds....I couldn't get the rolling right and then my knife wasn't sharp enough so it would sort of explode out when I cut it. I had a few that were rolled ok, but there was quite alot of sushi bits that looked like I crossed a finger-paint-happy-kindergardener with a sushi chef.

Week two of my experiment was acorn squash......tasty and pretty but a little on the sweet side.

Last week's new food was spaghetti squash. The receipe was awesome! I highly recommend it

Not sure what I am going to do for this week, it could be an artichoke....or something......I'm not sure if I am ready to try something like a parsnip or a turnip.......yet.

Banana Chips and More Broken Teeth

I can't win for losing lately.
Last week I made banana chips in my dehydrator. Today I was eating some, and since they are hard I was chewing on the other side of my mouth from where the temporary crown was put in. And guess what?
Yep.....I chipped another tooth.
It is just a corner of a molar on the bottom right side, and it is a molar that has a filling already in it. No pain, just a little scratchy on the side of my tongue. But its annoying, as it seems that all of my teeth are falling apart at the same time. There is a reason for this....fillings get old and need to be replaced...and all of my fillings were done at the same time about 15 years ago. Note to self- make sure that when I have kids that they get that 2 checkups a year at the dentist.
My body seems to be on a kick lately to ensure that I can eat no food. For the past couple of months I have developed a bile abnormality with my medications....I couldn't keep any sort of food in me and was running to the bathroom constantly. Talked to my doctor and she removed me from the medication and my system has returned to normal. Of course the next day after this happened was my dentist appointment. So now that I can eat....my teeth are deciding that they aren't going to let me.
So the game plan is this:
1. Get some fluoride mouthwash and some toothpaste that helps harden enamel.
2. Get more calcium and magnesium in my diet.
3. Resist the urge to liquidfy every bit of food I eat.....because while I know that only eating things that can be consumed through a straw will definitely not break any more of my teeth....I'm still a few decades short for the need of a geriatric diet.

And my new crown will be named after....

I clench my teeth when I am stressed. I know that I do it, but I just can't stop myself. In times of long periods of stress I have had some teeth that have suffered for it. When Jimmy was younger, he had some problems and was hospitalized for some time. I clenched my teeth for that period, and after that stressful situation was over, I had a tooth collapse. A crown was put on. This crown was named after my brother. In a way it is a battle scar and naming it is a position of honor....a mark that I have survived something difficult.

In the tooth next to the crown, I have had a crack in it for a couple of years now. Around Christmas time (during a period of renewed stress in the Mr.3 saga that I haven't written about yet) there was alot of pressure in the tooth....which would increase because I was clenching again. About three weeks ago the tooth broke.....and the release of pressure...it was heavenly. The past week however it became clear that the nerve was exposed and I finally went into the dentist today to get it fixed.

First of all, I really don't like going to the dentist.....but I have an excellent dentist that I've been going to for 15+ years. Unfortunately, he retired (I will miss hearing his stomach gurgle while he was working on my teeth.... sniff sniff sigh) and a new dentist is in his place. This was my first time with this new dentist....and can I just say, that dentists should not be that good looking ever. He was so beautiful that it was kinda painful to look at him. I am jumpy at the dentist normally and this was intensified by the fact that even after 3 Novocain shots that the nerve in my tooth was still hurting. So the dentist is drilling and I've got my eyes closed and fists clenched with the pain. Then I would open my eyes and be lost for a moment in his beautiful blue ones....then the nerve would get touched somehow and I would be pain. But he was excellent dentist and did a good job. Of course, he was very through and I was in the chair for close to two hours.....yes....I was the patient that made all of his other patients have to wait. The good thing is that he was able to clean the tooth, I DID NOT need a root canal (hooray!) and I have been fitted with a temporary crown. In two weeks, the new crown will be fitted.


So Mr.3.....this crown's for you.

The Nigerian Dating Scam

So online dating can have its hazards, and today I think that I just got the internet dating equivalent of the Nigerian Princess scam.

First of all....the picture looks like something that comes as the default picture in store bought picture frames.

Second, the man is 59 and is looking for women from 35-90. That is a rather large age range.

Third, his weird email, which I will post. He talks about distance, but says that he is in Salt Lake City......and for what he says his job is and who he works for....he has awful diction.

So without much further ado...read on and giggle!

Hello Beautiful One!

Your beauty certainly have gotten me so hypnotized and i could'nt look further!How do you do? I came across your profile on this dating site and could not think of something else than sending you an e-mail. You have got cute looks, probably that got me attracted to you. Well, i am into sales of art works such as painting and sculpture and i also deal on gold and bronze and also more of an Atlantic traveller. My work takes me back and forth to other parts of the world and Great Britain.

I think we share similar interests even though the distance. However, things might be an initial turn off to you, but we can still make things happen by believing in ourselves! Please do oblige to write me back as we can set up a conversation sometimes. My e-mail addresses outside this facility are XXXXXX.

However, If you use a Yahoo messenger, or msn instant messenger, you can as well add me to your list and if you dont have one, please try and set up an account so we could talk better on chart as i believe that would be a nice platform to get acquainted!

waiting to hear from you. please write to my personal email address as i do not use this site always.

The heart that cares,

Great email isn't it? What he forgot to add was...."oh, by the way can I have all of your credit card information as I have just been stranded in Timbuktu under some crazy circumstances and because I really feel like I connected with you via your dating profile, I feel comfortable enough to turn to you in my time of need."

Yeah......I've been already taken by one con man in my lifetime. Learned my lesson on that one.
I've learned my lesson on alot of other things.....so to you, oh cute-other-guy-that-I-was-supposed-to-go-out-with-last-Thursday: I understand that sometimes it is hard to find a baby sitter, but no, I will not sneak myself into your house after your little girl has gone to sleep. And even though I have told you that I want to meet you in a public place, your driveway does not qualify as such a public place. And no, I will not come over and give you a massage.

And then there was one....

....one lone little toothbrush in the toothbrush caddy that I was too lazy to take a photo of for the blog. Why is there only one? Because my little brother has moved out and up in the world...literally... to the apartment upstairs.
So he really isn't that far away and I now have my apartment all to myself. I've lived here alone before in-between times of Mr.3 skipping town....but at that time the house was kept in a manner where things were preserved as he would like them.....no longer! Now all decorating decisions are officially mine! Muuahaahaahaahaa!
And the dishes that are dirtied are all mine!
And the messes in the house are all mine!
And any strange smells in the house are all mine!
Hooray! For going to the bathroom with the door open all the time!!!! Whoopie!!