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I had a belly hurting, pee my pants laugh earlier when I checked my stats. Unfortunatly it probably won't make sense to 99.99% of the prople reading this. Someone ran a google search for Vantive Sucks. I was at the top of the list. I nearly hurt myself from laughing. My cat thought someone left the cap off my gas tank. Vantive is the name of the database program used at *** where I work. And saying that it sux is like saying that Snape is a little cranky sometimes. I realize that I am probably the only one who cares, but apparently there are several people out there with web sites that also use those two words in the same sentence.
I am at my ropes end right now regaarding the kitty issue. Warren and Xena are so totally bonded right now, that he sees her as a best friend. But she is backtracking again. Earlier today she was on my bed with Warren and I and Chester came up on the bed. She got so freaked she PEED allover my bed. I had to totally strip it. Wash EVERYTHING, including cleaning my matress. PHEE EWWW!!. I have thought about finding another home for Chester, but I love the big stupid lug. Chester and Chloe have been together since kitten hood. Despite the way she sometimes acts I know Chloe also really loves him. But I am not sure I can see turning Warren's room in to a Xena room. I also can't have her peeing outside the litter box. If anyone has some kity advice, I am desparate. I love all my kitties. They are part of my family, but sadly they don't exactly listen to reason.
Warren had a very very bad day at his after school program today. I got a white slip. He was in such a bad mood when we left, insisting that I would yell at him, which I didn't. I basically just let him vent, with a few reminders on appropriate language. I had a few four letter nonno's and a reminder on how we do NOT use the word retarded as an insult. I hate the whole word. I guess I am very sensitive on the word because of my brother. (For those who don't know, my younger and only brother is border line mentally retarded. He also has a few other problems of a mental nature, but is a wonderful person most of the time. He was never diagnosed with anything, but my parents went thru alot with him with schools and doctors and so on ..) Back to Warren again sorry for the side track. Later he calmed down and we talked, but I still have a lot of work to get him past the everybody hates me, and its not my fault issues. I obviously wasn't there, but his version makes the staff sound like well, extremely favoring morons. I also know my son, and his temper when there is a percieved injustice, or unfairness in a situation. He spent some time "talking" to Xena (another reason that cat is an 'angel' in my book) adn that also seemed to help. I wrote a note to his BASE teacher so they can help him, and hopefully on Tues when we meet with Dr. J he can also help Warren with some more acceptable ways to voice his um, displeasure. I don't want to change his ways, so much as to hopefully help him find a way to do the same thing ,with out getting in to trouble or making everyone scared of him.
The "Holly will get all her poop in group by the end of the year or die trying" project seems to have hit a few snags. I had way too much soda today, and eating two cheeseburgers didn't help either. Granted I did fry them on the new grill my brother sent for Xmas, and the amount of fat drained out nearly made me gag, but still. And the sad part is I am once again starving to death. The only thing that is partially going right, is that I am getting caught up on laundry. I put away several loads of Warren's stuff last weekend, and I have washed load after load of other laundry. Of course, having a cat pee on everything only seems to make more work. Sitting on the computer at 3 am doesn't do much for my house work either. I need to get out more, i need that refrigerator downstairs to stop calling my name. I need to go to sleep and start a new day tomorrow. But first I think I will watch Ray Bradbury on the SciFi channel. Good night/morning/afternoon/whatever.
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Music of the mind: :
~*~Have you read these~*~
~ Ode to a child who is no more ~
~ She's baaack ~
~ testing ~
~ Facebook me ~
~ Bleech ~
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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.