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Sunday, Oct. 17, 2004 @ 9:45 pm
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With any luck by morning my pictures and such will be back. I can't really afford a Gold membership, but after today, I felt I needed something so I treated myself to three months of Diaryland. I need it, its been my sounding board and relief valve for the last almost 4 years. (damn has it really been that long).

I should have known things were spiraling downward when the hot tub was closed for repairs at Sunset last night, and I nearly had a heartattacke when I saw a guy who could have passed for Mike's twin, but wasnt' him or a relative, just some stranger with unfortunate genetics.

I have also signed up for NaNoWriMo, for the first time. I have a story in my head that has been there for sometime. Maybe this will get it on paper. I don't know how I plan to do it with everything else I have going on, but I sure am going to try. I need to do something.

We did have a good time at the pool last night however, Warren and Andrew played together great and even left without a fight. I ran into Jeanne (my last daycare provider) and her kids. It was nice to sit and talk to another adult for awhile, and just watch the kids try to kill each other.

On the way home however Warren had his first melt down in a long time, and it was relatively mild compared to many. The reason for his upset: I wouldnt' stop to get them pop. After telling him no (Andrew was fine with it, and was laughign at Warren's fits), I got tired of it, adn just ignored him and drove home. When it was clear he wasnt' getting his way, he got really angry and tossed his chips (Andrew bought him a treat) at me. They were unopened, but needless to say, I was the one who enjoyed the chips. Warren fortunately got over it fast once we got home.

Then today the IDIOT showed up. Wanted to spend time with Warren, was upset because I don't know where his clothes that were sent home or his stupid keys are. Like I really care. The only thing he didn't do was spend much time with Warren. Warren spent the whole time afraid somethign would happen between us, but I kept my teeth on my tongue and didn't say what I wanted to. Well not most of it anyway. Of course HE"S not ffeeling well, and I'M suppoosed to feel pity for HIM. He got Warren to beg for him to stay over, so I gave in this time, ONLY becaue of Warren.

On the brightside, I made a hella good spaghetti sauce tonight, with real Italian sausage meatballs, and real fresh herbs. I even made salad with homemade croutons. Some people clean when they are upset. Me I cook and eat. Which probably explains alot, like why there is enough food in this house of two people to feed a small battalion of starving Marines.

Valley Con is this weekend. Ic an't really afford it, but I dont' give a damn. Warren adn I need a break, and I want Terry Brooks to sign my books if it kills me. The liguid Schwartz will be great while laying in the hot tub as well. Though in my mood, I need Pan Galactic Gargleblasters, straight up.

At least I'll be busy this week, so I wont' have time to think. Tommorrow is BoysTown - parenting class/support group.. Tuesday evening I volunteered to give blood so Warren can earn a Yo-Yo for recruiting me, since he is too young to donate, Wednesday I can't remember what I have.. Thursday is my day off and I need to get ready for the weekend. Then Friday I am off to the Doublewood to party with my fellow geeks and freaks.

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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.

I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.

I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.

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