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500 and no sign of stopping
I should have updated this days ago, but whenever I get a chance to, I am either so tired I can't form complete sentences or Warren has suddenly decided he has a mom emergency and needs my undivided attention NOW MOM.
I gotta say that even though I hate my job, I do have to admit there is something to be said for a place where you get to talk to both Jim Morrison and George Harrison on the same day. Okay, so it wasnt the real Jim and George. Not the famous dead rock stars anyway, just everyday people with not so everyday names. But it still struck me as odd, just cause I seem to be one to notice those sorts of things.
I had been planning to write something special to commerate this occasion but I couldn't seem to find anything that stuck out at me. I didn't do anything for the 100th, 200th, 300th, or 400th, so why start now. Still for me its quite the personal milestone, as I have a bad habit of starting projects and never quite finishing them. Its nice to know I can keep something going this long.
There have been quite a few changes in the last 2 years I've kept this diary. My son has grown from a little boy into an approaching adolescent. He is still very much a child, and in need of his mother, but the amount of growing up he has down is tremendous. Both mentally/emotionally and physically. When I started this diary I could still carry him up the stair, with a bit of struggle. Now he is almost able to lift me, and if I tried to carry him I fear we would both wind up in the hospital. When I started this diary I had just ended my long nasty relationship with his father. We have not gotten back together, but we have come to a sort of understanding. We still get along like stormtroopers and low hanging doors, but that is a far cry from when we ended and it was more like the North and South at Gettysburg without the politeness.
I have changed jobs, but not for the better. I have grown and become much more outgoing and less afraid of stating my own opionion. The little girl who used to hide in a kitchen cupboard (*give me a break I was 3 and very tiny in those days) when strangers would come to visit, now makes a living talking to strangers, and puts her life out on a web site for the entire world to see.
I started this diary there were less than fifteen people besides me who even looked at it. Now the list has grown to over fifty. Not exactly a top diary but for me quite a feat. I just want to thank all of you for reading, for signing, for caring. I love you guys.
Today is my day off, and I plan to enjoy my short free time, before I have to shower and dress and go fetch the aforementioned almost adolescant and drag him (and me) to the dentist. Its been awhile and we both need it. Fortunately Warren is pretty good with his oral hygeine, so other than a possible stubborn baby tooth I am not worried. I however am in need of a bridge and crown, but even with insurance I don't have the money, so I have a space where a tooth should be. Its not noticable since it is far back, but even if I dont' like like a toothless white trash, I still know its there and I don't like it.
If you will excuse me now I need to go lay down. I don't know what it is, but I feel like I keep running into this big brick wall of exhaustion. Yesterday it hit me like a runaway truck. One minute I was fine and than boom. I got home from work and had to take an hour nap just to have the energy to reheat leftovers for my son. That's about how I am feeling right now. I also need to call back my dentist and make sure it was only a reminder call yesterday and not a change of appt. Til later.
So long and thanks for all the fish
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.