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| Perfection takes patience.
And patience is something I can't find right now. Once I'm done dealing with the people I work wih, I just have no patience left at all. I want it all now. Instant gratification. Because all the patience I normally have is used up on things that shouldn't be an issue at all. And I hate it.
I need to find something with some IG for this morning. My day is not off to a good start.... | |
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|  And theres the baby, right after his bath and my shower tonight. He was laying across my belly as I was answering a text, so I snapped a picture of him and my belly. I'm surprised it turned out so well.... he doesn't usually stop moving long enough to get a good clear shot. Thats the second love of my life though. The first still being my little angelbaby (who is almost 7 now, and that just makes me feel really old....), and the third and fourth being the cat I put down in July and the cat I got in May. So how much longer before I find a love of my life over the age of 25, with boy parts? I'm really starting to get impatient, and I need one to help me finish getting over boy-of-last-year that I probably shouldn't have gotten involved with in the first place. Not that I regret a single second of it. Just wasn't necessarily the best person for me to have completely fallen for.... | |
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|  Yeah, yeah, it didn't get posted yesterday. I took it while walking the baby, and went out right afterwards. But thats alright, see, cause I was out being a normal single person. We went roller skating, and then grabbed something to eat since I was starving, and then home where I was introduced to rockband. I'm still not quite sure how I feel about that. They tried to make me sing. Without consuming any alcohol first. Because i can't drink thanks to my antibiotics. But the rash is finally starting to disappear. And the rest of last night was just interesting. I don't have any other words for it. I wish I did though. Because interesting doesn't quite cover it. | |
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|  Okay, I lied. Unintentionally though.... Todays picture is of the lovely rash across my foot. Up close it looks like pinkish red cauliflower, and it itches and burns like hell. Fear not though, it does not look like it will have to be amputated. Yet. I have antibiotics and cortisone for it. And hopefully, other than the small patch on my other leg from contact because of how I sleep, it will not spread any further. My jerk of a sister thought it would be funny earlier to joke that I hada flesh eating bacteria, and I wouldn't have much of a foot or leg left by the end of the day. I really hate her sometimes. Anyway, here is my nasty foot, from this morning. I didn't get to the dr til this afternoon, and by the time I did, it looked a lot worse. But thats a little more than I'm sure anyone else in the world really wants to see.... And for real tomorrow, I'll put up a real picture. Of more than just an appendage. Though I'm not entirely certain how much more.... And now back to the Sugar Bowl, where it seems my team is not doing so well.... for the season they had, this really kinda sucks now.... | |
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|  I felt like hell today. So I pretty much looked like it too. I didn't go out last night, and I wasn't drinking here, so we'll blame it on the $700 check I wrote yeaterday to have my car fixed. Not entirely taken care of yet, but at least when I drive, I won't be at risk for my brakes failing and killing me. I don't know fi I consider that a good thing or not. Point being, that's why the first pic of the year is of nothing more than my hand. I'm not sure why it looks so fat, but I'm trying to let that go. I sent that to J, it's how we say I love you to each other, and always have. I taught her the ASL for I love you when she was about 2. She wont do it back for anyone but me now. Maybe tomorrow we'll put up a real picture. Hopefully tomorrow, I won't still have this headache. And I might even feel like a real girl. HAHA. yeah right. | |
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| so bear with me, if you tryu to read this.
it was quite an interesting weekend. and not in the oggd way interesting. the wedding was, um, yeag. thats the only way i can put it. my fither hates me, and has sadi i'm a rude spoiled brat. just not to me. around me he wear s a fake smile. i'gve been made to rpomise that whne i get marreid, it waill not bne to an asian (i mean asian asian, not someone of asian descent.... the laotians ahjhve not intergrated themselves at all, and yeah, made a mess fo the cremony.) and thers not anyone iunder 8 allowed. exvept j, IF she can learn how to stand still. i idn't have the hear tt o tell anyoine that me fetting married at all if a BIG if, not when, and that whne i do, i think emloping is realyl rhe way to go. it was just choatoc and one fiasco afgter anotehr.
but i'm hoem now, tno that its any better here, exvept i dont have to dawl with famiyly drama. jsut the drama ithat is now my life.
byiy who wanted to stay friebds, and was ny best friend... is avoiding mye and trryinbg to slowly iwther push me out od his life or disappear from mine. he prosied that if andwhen we ende dt hisnf, it would nt xchange the friensdhup. i dint want to get involbed with him if it was going o trion that, because really, he's the onlyt person here i have taht i trust ad o9culd go to with anythning. expvcet now, i've lost my best feineds. and it almsot makes me regret all do the last year. if i'd known he wouldn't acutally be able to keep that word, i never would have fone it. and really, at this point, i'm otkay wiht it. i realize it was tofr the best, and i understand why he ended things (though i vad a feeling for a long itme that it was about to.... i think i was jsut holding ionto teh hope that we'd get through it, kowhign we pronaly wouldn't.) i mis sthe frirnesthip part of him more htant anything else. i want taht back. i'd give up all of the last hyear to have that back.
its hot up here .i th ink si need to gho bakc donwestaist where its a lite l cookelr. | |
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| Father went to college
Father finished college
Mother went to college
Mother finished college
Have any relative who is an attorney, physician, or professor
Were the same or higher class than your high school teachers
Had more than 50 books in your childhood home
Had more than 500 books in your childhood home
Were read children's books by a parent
Had lessons of any kind before you turned 18
Had more than two kinds of lessons before you turned 18
The people in the media who dress and talk like me are portrayed positively
Had a credit card with your name on it before you turned 18
Your parents (or a trust) paid for the majority of your college costs
Your parents (or a trust) paid for all of your college costs
Went to a private high school Not high school, just most of elementary school....
Went to summer camp
Had a private tutor before you turned 18
Family vacations involved staying at hotels
Your clothing was all bought new before you turned 18 or handmade, when I was a baby..... mama had the time and loved doing it.
Your parents bought you a car that was not a hand-me-down from them
There was original art in your house when you were a child
Had a phone in your room before you turned 18
You and your family lived in a single family house
Your parent(s) owned their own house or apartment before you left home You had your own room as a child
Participated in an SAT/ACT prep course
Had your own TV in your room in High School
Owned a mutual fund or IRA in High School or College
Flew anywhere on a commercial airline before you turned 16
Went on a cruise with your family
Went on more than one cruise with your family
Your parents took you to museums and art galleries as you grew up
You were unaware of how much heating bills were for your family
Wow. I don't know whether that makes me just privileged, or if it says I really was spoiled. | |
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| The goal is fifty books throughout the year, though really, I want to get higher than that.... we'll see how it goes, so far, I'm ahead, but some of the books have been little or fairly simple reads.... I do have some books that will be a little more difficult to get through in the pile too, which I think makes up for the less intellectual ones....
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| Look what Caiti-B finds when she goes cleaning....  So, who is that hawt thing on the left? Oh wait, I know who it is. It's ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) reese_lynn :) - Mood:amused
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| Step 1: Put your MP3 player on random.
Step 2: Post the first line(s) of the first 24 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.--- If the song title was in the very first line I considered it as an introduction and posted either the next line or next stanza. Musicals I went to the start of the actual song according to lyric books... it makes it easier to guess, I think.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
Step 5: NO CHEATING
1. Hey little girl, would you like some cake? You're mama said it's okay.
2. But of all these friends and lovers, there's no one compares with you.
3. Baby just walk away, you know I can't stay.
4. If I had just one moment at your expense, maybe all my misery would be well spent.
5. I wasn't gonna tell you I could change things. I'm afraid I never will know how.
6. Within the darkness you are the light that shines away. In this blind justice, I can be that man who saves the day.
7. There's nothing left here to remind me, just the memory of your face.
8. Left by my father with only this scar on my face, told by my mother that no you were just a mistake.
9. We are all just prisoners here of our own device.
10. We'll live our lives, we'll take the plunges everyday.
11. A window breaks and a siren wails in the night.
12. Sometimes the spell may last past what you can see and turn against you.
13. Will we make our mark this time? Will we always say we tried?
14. Nothing more to say, no more ace to play.
15. Up in Memphis, music's like a heatwave, white lightening bound to drive you wild.
16. There is no higher praise then this, when my soul wells up.
17. If all of the strength, all of the courage, come and lift me from this place.
18. Forget what we're told, before we get too old.
19. If you dont' like being hurt then please don't stay.
20. I'll be courageous if you can pretend that you've forgiven me.
21. Don't I make you laugh? Should I try it harder?
22. Do you remember what you did, do you know just what you've missed, and do you care about what I have to say?
23. Just give me a number instead of my name. Forget all about me and let me decay.
24. She tried to give a cry for help, she tried to blame things on herself, but no one came to her aide. | |
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