Can we talk?
There are few things I miss about my marriage. (Ok, next nothing) But there is one thing I've discovered I currently lack, friends. And I don't mean the people necessarily, after all most of them were `his' friends, but the concept of it all. The being able to call up, and go for ice cream, or a movie or even just hang out at each other's houses.

Don't get me wrong. N and I are best friends, and I really don't need someone to confess my whoas. or bitch about my life too. But it's those `activity partners' I miss, the folks that gave you a reason to go out and do things, because you were doing it with someone and you couldn't flake out on them.

It's not like I've ever been very good at the friend thing. In my adult years, most of my `girl friends' were people I worked with, and when the job went, so went the friend. I also had `church friends', and `couple friends'. But with the divorce, I drifted away from most of them as well. My best friend before I met N was a `work' friend and we actually managed to stay friends after I left that job, for a while. But she never was very reliable. I'd call her, we would make plans, I would drive over to meet her, only to call and find out she had gone to spend time with her family, or something like that. Needless to say, we haven't seen much of each other in the past three years.

My current position doesn't really lend itself to making friends either. I'm a consultant, an outsider in most places, not someone you invite over for drinks after a day at the office. And the people who are actually part of my company? I see so little of them that there isn't much of a point.

N's isn't the best at friendship either. One of the myriad of things we have in common. His best friend (J)? The weekend before N and I met, J took N out, got him drunk and confessed that he was gay. The gay part wasn't an issue, but the fact that J had been lying to for two years was. And the one time we tried to all go out together after that? Every time N would leave, J would be all OVER me. I finally had to tell the guy to knock it off or I was going to kick his ass.

So, that leaves us where we are now, alone together. And while not an entirely bad thing, I still find myself wishing, now and then, that they had a website for people like us. Couples seeking `hangout partners'. Heh - yeah.

Spam, Spam, Bacon and Spam
Like most people I get a lot of spam. Most of it I just ignore, and of that a great percentage of it is downright disgusting, but now and then, a piece of mail makes it through all the spork detectors, and I find myself reading it.

Because I am a professional, and have been looking into furthering my education I get a certain amount of mail relating to education with the working adult in mind. Some of these I'm actually interested in, so it's no wonder that, at first glance I thought this was legitimate mail. After all, it started like all the others:

Have you ever thought that the only thing stopping you from a great job and better pay was a few letters behind your name? Well now you can get them!

BA BSc MA MSc MBA PhD

"Fine, good, GREAT!" You say. "Please tell me more!" you beg. Of course they are only happy to, and here's where the warning bells start to go off...

Within 2 weeks , No Study Required, Completley verifiable!

Uh.. WHAT? I can get a PhD in two weeks? You, being the bright consumer that you are of course ask the next logical question, "Is this for real?"

These are real, genuine degrees that include Bachelors, Masters and Doctorate degrees.
Student records and transcripts are also available.

W-Wait a minute. You can give me transcripts of classes I never too, from a collage I never went to? Of course sign me up! I'm always happy to be a party to FRAUD!!!

What bothers me more then the people who send out this crap, is the 3% of the people out here who will acutally respond to it!

Yeah Baby
Not much really going on in my life right now. Things are quiet, my hormones are stable don't tell anyone but ... life is good.

N's 'thyroid' problem has made his voice 'froggy'. So now he sounds very 'Barry White'ish. I don't think I like it. Talking to him on the phone makes me feel like I'm cheeting! And, while there was a time in my life when I would have cherished the thrill and just RAN with it for some reason I just con't pull it off today.

Since Zoot left everyone and anyone the keys to her blog, I thought I would post over there. And since it's probably one of the best things I've written.. I'm going to link it here. God I wish I could come up with stuff like that EVERY day!

Check it out

Potty Talk

Tell me if you like - or you think it sucks...

Just so you know what you're getting into here.

As if I didn't know...
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*cough*cough* He's sick - we think...
Well, about the only news I have has to do with N and his mysterious illness. He went to the Dr. She was pretty puzzled about what was going on because he doesn't have any other symtoms. She does know WHAT'S causing the pain, just not why. It's his Thyroid. It's swollen, painful, and causing his swollowing issues. But, he hasn't gained or lost weight, isn't running a feaver, no aches or pains, just the sore throat. So she's running some test and we'll know more later.

Last night was really quiet. N came home and after dinner went right to sleep. I've done rather well with keeping up my resolutions. I'm trying to train myself so when I'm in a room I look for something I can pick up or put away while I'm in there. It's actually kind of satisfying feeling. I also did the dishes last night and waking up this morning with dishes to make breakfast with was a really nice change! I may get used to this... heh.. RIGHT. but I can keep trying.

In other news - Um, I don't have other news! Imagine that!

Yeah, I'm Bragging
I just wanted to share what has to be the best picture I've taken in my entire life.

Yeah, it's Monday
The weekend was pretty uneventful, and rather relaxing. However, I did come to the concusion that I need to make a few changes in my life.

1) I need to get a handle on my messyness. To often I rush around with blinders on blithfully unaware of the total distruction I leave behind. So my new goal is to leave the room cleaner then when I found it. My other resolution? Do the dishes every other day - who cares who's turn it is!? If someone else does them great, otherwise I know they are getting done every other day, and that they arn't going to build into the leaning tower of doom!

2) I am going to get a handle on my eating and work on my weight - but that's a subject for my other blog.

3) There was somthing else, I know it, but I can't remember it right now. No wonder I never follow through on my resolutions!

Other then that, my only other news is that I'm worried. Almost sick with worry. On Sunday N started mentioning that his throat hurt. But it wasn't a 'normal' sore throat. It was down around his adams apple. Nothing else hurts, and other then that one thing he feels perfectly healthy. This morning he woke up, and when I asked how he felt he said, "It feels like I've been kicked in the throat."

ACK! He said he's going to call the Dr today and make an appointment, and that statement alone is enough to really freek me out. Since I've known him he's only gone to the Dr - once? So to have him not only go, but to volinteer to do so. Scarey. So scarey in fact, I had a nightmare this morning. I love this man SO MUCH. I would rather be sick myself then see him suffer :(

So, that's it for now - Happy Monday to ya.

Witness a Fairytail 'Happy Ending'
I completely forgot I wanted to share this until now!

I have a story to tell, and I'm not quite sure where to start. So, I'll start in the middle..

My mom is currently working on getting her master's degree. In doing so she travels to the University of Wyoming several weekends a month. While on these trips she's made friends with a woman who has spoken a few times about her concerns about her daughter. It seems her daughter who has just graduated high school is dating this `older guy' (24 year old) who, while does not beat her or anything terrible like that, does mooch off her, refuse to get a job, tears down her self esteem and in every other way makes himself a mother's worse nightmare for her daughter.

Last month this woman started once again to voice her concerns about her daughter and this destructive relationship. While doing so she mentioned a few additional `details' about this man. Like the fact that he's been in jail, for drugs, and that his mother is currently in prison, for drugs. My mother, being the intuitive and perceptive person that she is, got a chill. Then she asked `the question.' "Is his name Dumbshit*? Dumbshit Asshat?"

"Yes, it is!? How did you know that?"

Mom said they both got goose bumps at that moment. She went on to ask a few more questions about him before she dropped `the bomb'.

"Has he ever mentioned his son?"

The woman was obviously stunned, and managed to stutter out.. "N, n, no!"

My mom then pulled out her `Grandma's brag book' and proceeded to show the woman picture after picture of a little copy of her daughter's boyfriend. Needless to say when the woman asked if she could take one of the pictures home, my mom gave it to her with no qualms.

You see, Dumbshit Asshat was my sister's first boyfriend. They met while she was in high school, and as is wont to happen, she got pregnant. She went through the pregnancy with little to no help or support from Dumbshit. In fact, he was SUCH a help that when asked to list the father on the birth certificate she put `unknown'. After my little nephew was born they `tried' off an on to live together. He was great at lounging around the house, but not if it meant watching the baby while my sister worked. Get a job!? Are you kidding?

I'm not sure how long she tried to work things out, I just know that if was six months it was six months too long. She finally threw him out, and he's never asked to see her or the baby again. That was (about) three years ago. My sister ended up spending a few years with another loser, but that's another story. Currently, she's dating a REALLY nice guy, and the whole family couldn't be happier for her.

As for the woman and her daughter? Well the woman took the picture home and showed it to her daughter. The girl immediately knew who's baby THAT was, and wrote Dumbshit a `Dear John' letter and left it on his car. He tried contacting her for a few weeks, and she hasn't heard anything from him since. Another young soul saved. All because my mom was talking a class in Laramie.

*Name changed though I have no reason to protect the little fucker.