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Warren's first day at partial seemed to go well. Which is good, with any luck he will be back in regular school very quickly, which is as scary as it is good.
Warren was in a mostly good mood, but after supper he was a little on the cranky side and went to bed voluntarily at 8pm again. He didn't even want me to snuggle with him, which is also unusual, or a sign that pre adolescence is starting its early stages. He did want some snuggle time this morning.
Today was also pay day, and commission bonus day. I was pleased mine was about $100 more than I was expecting, which is wicked cool, as I am seriously in need of the money. Also everybody was in good moods, so I guess NJ ran out of angry pills. Either that or Mike's roommate's wife got them all. Man what a bitch, either R* is no longer able to please her, or she desperately needs to get herself a fiber cereal. I hardly think calling twice to locate my son's father in regaards to child care arrangements constitutes harrassment. I mean this chick answers the phone with a "ya whattda want" instead of Hello.
In other good news, its amazing how someone can make a simple observation that can elevate and already semi good day. When G* came over to get paid for another two weeks of not watching Warren. She commented that I looked like I had lost weight, which is probalby true. My pants are all looser and I have been walking probably around 3 - 5 miles a week, and havne't been able to afford to eat as much. Even my pop consumption has gone down. Go me. She also pointed out ot me that she lost another 20 pounds . I made that I was happy for her but really, if she looses any more weight, she would qualify for an eating disorder clinic. Why is it a woman who's pants size must be a single digit, can believe she needs to loose weight. I guess having never walked in those shoes, (I've been tubby since puberty, before that I was bone skinny) I just can't relate to how they feel. But I have discovered the bright side to being carless and impoverished. Its not the greatest brightside, but it is good enough for me. Strange how my mom who was just her a couple weeks ago, didn't notice and instead commented on when am I going to start loosing weight. But I am used to that, somethings never change.
Today was also the Chilli feed at work, and even though I went for the mild version, (my own recipe is a 5 alarmer, complete with jalepeno's and other gut busters), my stomach is still feeling the effects. It was a special event to raise money to help a coworker, who was hopsitalized before I started with a brain aneurism. She is recovering but has a long road, and is only in her early 30's with a young child. How could I not donate? I also got to see T* my supervisors new baby. She is only about a week old, and is the cutest thing. I can't believe Warren was ever that small. Scary how fast they grow up. Feels like just yesterday I was changing diapers, nursing on demand, and contemplating which baby food to try first. Now I am on the verge of having my very own pre adolescent hormone monster on my hands. Where did the time go. At this rate, by next month I'll be a Grandma. Well okay maybe not really.
I have to work tommorrow. YUCK!! So be nice, my guest map up on the upper right under the guestbook is feeling kinda lonely. HINT HINT!!!!
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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.