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The fog seems to be lifting a bit. I've been working so much lately I never know if I am comming or going. Today I was signed up for overtime from 9 to 2:30. Mixed up me showed up for my regular Saturday hours of 6:30-3. (which I worked last week, my regular Saturday). They had me stay anyway, as it was supposed to be busy. Yeah, so busy that I came back from lunch with a Mozart message (our companys program) stating I could go home. Why she couldn't have told me that before lunch, I wish I knew. Oh well I wonder if I'll get paid for it or not. At least I got some extra hours.
Tommorrow will be weird I traded shifts with Dannelle so she can go to a wedding. It means I work 10-6:30 and have Monday off. Talk about throwing my rhythms totally out of whack.
Doctor please, some more of these
Outside the door, she took four more
What a drag it is getting old
Mother's Little Helper by The Rolling Stones
I've upped my Ativan and it seems to be helping with some of the anxiety, though I still think I may need to make some more adjustments. I don't want to over do it, or become addicted.
The last few days it has been in the upper 80's lower 90's. Normally I'd be whining about the heat, but this summer (I almost wrote winter, hehe) has been so chilly and cool for summer that I've decided I will no longer complain about the heat but rather, soak up every last drop of sunshine I can get, before the sun goes on its Australian vacation, and the negative windchills move back to their winter home.
After having a horrendous week the previous week, Warren had a great week with no negatives, so he got to join the "late night club" which means 1)he gets to stay up an hour later on weekends, 2) he gets to play video games, and 3)He can have coffee with his breakfast and lunch. I am so proud of him. Now the true test will be how long he can keep it up. His summer school grades seem to be pretty good (all A's and B's), but his behavior and attitude still need a lot more adjusting. Of course he wouldn't be Warren without grandiose dreams of when he gets out, most of which severally push the bounds of reality. I wonder just how much he thinks a 17 year old (he will be in until almost is 17th birthday), with only 2 years of high school can make (hard to believe I had already graduated at 17, thanks to ND law at the time that let anyone who was 6 by Sept 1, to start first grade).
Since I have an unexpected day off, I think I'm taking some precious me time. I'm catching up best I can online. I will be going to Tochi for eggs (organic locally raised, the only eggs I'll eat.) And maybe a piece of Baklava from a Middle Eastern bakery in the cities, that I could make rich, were I rich. Hard to believe someone who's cultural heritage leans towards lutefisk, lefste, sauerkraut, and kneopfla; can develop such a love of hummus, baklava, gyros, falafal, couscous and other Middle Easter delights.
I am still the gossip du jour at work, but I think it will blow over, as something else happens. Hopefully this will soon be just a bad dream.
My mom is having cataract surgery next week, so wish her good luck (she has asthma and other issues), and say a prayer, or send some good energy. We both could use it.
Prequels ~ Sequels
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.