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Sunday, Jun. 15, 2008 @ 12:20 pm
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The last few days have been rather intersting to put it in an understated sort of way.

First of all I finally did something I've been thinking about and batting back and forth around the dustier parts of my brain. I've been looking thru magazines and playing with images. Last Thursday the spirit finally moved me and I decided to just do it. I wznt took the picures I had and found one there that was absolutely perfect. I don't have any visual aids right now as I don't have a working camera, but I finally did it. After 37 years of long hair in various forms of the same damn style I took the plunge and chopped it off. Not quite all of it, but enough that it is radically different. From past my bra strap, to barely brushing my shoulders. It is quite a change and I'm still adjusting but I've had several compliments so it must look good. I was so fortunate to be blessed with naturally wavy hair, so when it is cut in layers it really curls up nicely. (my German genes aren't all bad. Thanks mom!!). As soon as I can get a picture taken I promise to post it. I figure a new body and a new way of life needs a new hair cut to go with it.

I just finally got tired of the upkeep and the fact that it would no longer hold the style I liked more than a couple hours and started to feel more like a burden than a joy. When my mom finally sees it, she'll probably shit her pants. She's been after me to cut my hair as far back as my memory goes. I think that's the main reason I resisted. Its a mother/daughter thing.

I've also reached the conclusion that driving a car during a very sudden torrential downpour with gale force winds can be a very bad idea. I have the huge crack in my car's windshield to prove it. I had been giving Scheissa a ride to his storage and doing some assorted errands, the weather was ominous but not too bad. I was near main and 45th st when out of the blue it was like hell broke loose. The rain was comming down like out of a firehose and the wind I swear was approaching tornado speeds. I have no idea where it came from or how it got picked up but a huge baseball sized rock managed to come up out of nowhere and smash the hell out of my windshield {it is still intact}, on the passanger side. Thank the maker it did a sudden drop at the last minute or it would have came thru the windshield and nailed Scheissa straigt in the middle of his face. God Bless shatter proof glass, or we'd both be in the hospital.

I make a lot of negative comments about him, most of them deserved, but I would never wish something like that, not for real. As bad as I make him out to be sometimes, I think he managed to pick up some good karma somewhere. I didn't know my pulse could go that high. I'm not even sure if it was a rock. He said it was, but it happened so fast it was over before I fully realized what happened.

Our building finally has some downspouts so our carpets are drying up.

oh and one last bit of good news I may be moving at the end of July. We aren't sure if we have the place yet, but all signs look good. cross your digits, say prayers, send good vibes, light a candle, cast a spell. I'm a very openminded person. This is a great place in a perfect neighborhood, and it comes with my own garden plot. I've been dreaming of having my own garden again. I want this, I just hate the work of moving.

I'm skipping the obligatory Father's Day entry this year. I've written about my Dad before. I still think of him when ever I see men of a certain build wearing bib overalls, or I see a John Deere or IH tractor on the road.

Hope everyone's weekened is safe and dry.


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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.