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The good news is all my labs came back normal except my cholesterol. While my HDL is acceptable at 50, my LDL at 150 needs some major work, as does my total cholesterol of 213. I guess its time to bid adios to the cheeseburgers. However this time my blood pressure was much better at 133/88 so either the last time they did it, something else was making it go up, or I am doing something right, I hope. I know I really need to work on lowering this cholesterol, so why all of a sudden do all the "bad" foods look better than ever.

Since the tests don't appear to show anything wrong with me, we decided on way to attempt to regulate my cycles is thru the Depo shot, some of the side effects (weight gain - the last thing I need), I am not thrilled with, but the thought of not having periods or at least having regular predictable ones. Here is hoping it works.

Yesterday I was at Barnes and Noble and I had what I would consider a rather scary experience, and it wasn't even involving my kid. I had dropped Warren and his buddy Andrew off at the local (free!!) swimming pool, and rather than hang out and watch them swim I decided to go to Barnes and Nobles and do some free reading. (I had been swimming earlier in the day and was swam out).

After getting way to engrossed in some great sci fi movie magazines I realized it was almost 8:30 and I had better get my butt moving or my son and his friend would be royally annoyed. So I gathered up myself and my keys and made a fast walk to the door.

There were several people standing in the vicinity of the door, looking at books and magazines, talking and so forth. Just as I am about to go out the door, straight ahead of me, like a man on an mission goes this little boy in shorts, t-shirt and cowboy boots. He coudln't have been more than 2 if he was a day.

At first I didn't think anything of it and moved aside as I expected his parents or someone would be following close behind. But nope, no one else came. At this point I am freaking. I need to get my son, but as a mother I certainly can't let some toddler wander the parking lot unattended. I tried to talk to the kid to see if I could get his attention or if he knew where his mom or dad was, but he just kept on walking. About this time a few other people must have noticed because they came out asking about it. I told them he wasn't mine and I didn't know where his folks were. So they went into see if somebody was missing a kid, and I tried to catch up with the little escape artist.

I ended up following him all the way around the building to the end of the sidwalk on the back side, where he stopped an just put his hands over his eyes, apprarenlty a bit scared. He wouldn't talk to me, and didn't really want to walk with me, but not knowing what else to do I picked him up to carry him back in, all the while thinking to myself, I hope his parents aren't going to think I am trying to kidnap him or something weird. I got most of the way back to the door when teh people who went in for parent search came out with a lady and an older child who looked very much like little runaway. She recognized him right away, as her son apparenlty likes to place "scare the crap out of mom in public places". Fortunatley she was greatful to have him back safe and sound as she had been freaking out.

But I just keep thinking, what if instead of me, it had been some weirdo. It would have been so easy to disappear with him, it wasn't even funny. The thought just gives me the willies.


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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.