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Thursday, Nov. 23, 2006 @ 10:55 pm
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Still in Williston. Updating this from my brother's computer. I think it's almost the same age as Warren but it works, so here I am.

The cab picked us up at about 2:30 and we got to the station just before 3am. The place was already packed. Fortunately the line to check our bags and such moved pretty quickly. Can you say security? Apparently Amtrack can't, cause from what I could tell they have none. I could have had a suitcase full of dynamite and roman candles and as long as it was under 50 pounds it would have passed muster. Oh yes I feel so safe, knowing that homeland security is too busy inpecting people's toothpaste and mouthwash too worry if anybody say, oh tries to blow up down town Chicago or something.

The wait at the train station went fairly quickly. Somelady with a cell phone apparently wasn't aware that the entire depot could hear her conversation. (Gotta love the 21rst cenury). Most of it was pretty boring, like some high school kid or something.

blaha blah blah.. something about the blushes..blah blah blah... some guy somebody used to day.. blah blah blah. yeah he's a something or other now.. yackity, yackity...

Finally while we were waiting to board the train, she was in the group with the same destination as us, which was good cause that is when the phone conversation got intersting.

yakkity..yakkity... yeah I'm being charged with attempted murder.....

okay..say what. back that up a little more and tell your buddy to speak up.. (okay not really, but my radar did go up.. now the journalist hidden in me, wants the scoop.. I can't help if I'm curious).. But unfortunatly that's when we had to get on the train. She was across and one row of seats down.

The phone rang more adn she yacked a good part of the night, but I never did find out who she allegedly tried to off. Damn.. I bet there was a good story there.

After getting home, a couple of my mom's friends stop by. I've known them my entire life, their kids were several years a head of me in school, but were still pretty cool. The last time they saw me, I think was at Dad's funeral which was 10 years ago. They look exactly the same, I guess you change less once you reach a certain point.

But it was great to see them. I still haven't had the heart to tell them, I know their granddaughter is a day older than my son, because she was next to him in the nursery and (she's adopted), and I think I might now something more about her (bio) mother, than anybody may want to have (not a lot, but if she's who I think she is, I have a pretty good idea why ** was put up for adoption). Very small world, very strange coincidence).

It was nice to talk to them for awhile ,but listening to my mom and her friends also reminded me of why I left this part of the state adn stayed gone. Its like gossip fest, everybody knows way to much about everybody else's business.

We had a great dinner, though we ate rather early. My mom is one who can't wait to do things and tends to get a jump on things (remember this is the women who instilled my ocd button about punctuality). I've eaten more today than I usually do in a week. And since my brother (who has always marched to a drum only he can hear) wanted to get home super early (its a 45 minute drive and the weather was perfect), we ended up haivng supper at 4pm. I was so full I couldn't even finsh what was on my plate.

Of course the 4 pieces of chocolate fudge adn three pieces of peanut butter fudge, plus the pumpkin chocolate chip muffin and the blachenta (sort of a pumpkin pop tart, but homemade), may have helped matters along. Good thing I was able to use my moms exercise bike a bit and make a few trips up and down the stairs to work off some of it.

Hope everyone else had a great Turky day.

I'm thankful, for family and friends and a great abundance I often fail to realize I have.

I complain alot about my son, and he drives me insane much of the time, but I'd never want life with out him.

I saw a picture of myself and Warren about 7 or 8 years ago. My god, was I really that fat!! I am ever so greatful for all of the changes I've made in my life and how much healthier I am today.

I am greatful for my mom's health, and the wonder of great friends, both in realife and online.

I am greatful for the trials of life that show me how strong I really am.

I am thankful for all that love and care about me.

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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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