It doesn't seem like it's been that long since I posted. But I guess time flies when your life is repedatory and mundane. LOL

Went to the KISS concert in the Soo with my brother Greg, his girlfriend Marie and Trent. I was amazed at how much Trent actually enjoyed it. I expected him to stand in one spot pouting until it was over. he actually got into it. I could've done without the "Paul Stanley is SOOO Gay" comments. I mean, come on, like it's not obvious! HEHE. It all went to hell when he screamed out "How many of you people wanna hear a song about putting things in your mouth?!"  Even I teared up at that and then laughed uncontrollably. Trent laughed so hard the security guards gave him a really, really odd look. Here's the weird thing...the song they played after was "Lick it up"  and it's like -- unless you're gay, you're not really putting something in your mouth, if you're a guy. and yeah, yeah -- I know...some guys DO put the whole damn pelvic region of girl's bodies in their mouths, or so it seems. Anyway -- the concert was awesome. Sad to say (HAHAHA NOT!) that we missed the opening acts. One of them was called Clown Sac (no, I'm NOT kidding). They're from the Soo and call themselves a mix of Insane Clown Posse and Rob Zombie. They may have the gay "evil clown" makeup down from ICP, but they are no where near anything like Zombie. First of all -- they SUCK ASS!!!! Anyway, I digress. The other opening band we didn't hear or see anything of. While Kiss was getting ready to start tho, one of the guys from the Clown band was wandering around the crowd near us. Trent just kept whispering -- if he comes near me I'm gonna hurt him -- don't let him near me. LOL I was thinking the same thing. Damnit I hate clowns.

What else is going on? Hmm. Lots of transcription work. Feel like I'm surgically attached to my keyboard most days. The Shores is still the Shores, despite Skip saying Gopher's was taking over Aug 1 - and he had PROOF! LOL Funny, we're still there.

Supposed to go see Clutch in Milwaukee on the 23rd -- that'll KICK ASS!! Jasmine, you're not far from there -- maybe we could get together for the first time in oh ----- what it is now?  13, 14 years??? How weird would that be. LOL We should invite John! HA!

Okay, enough for now.

Love ya all

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Let's start with the rumor mill. Been hearing for a few months now that Helen has sold the restaurant. She keeps denying it. Saying my sister would be the first to know. Well, I'd hope so, since Becky owns part of the place and has been working there for like, 24 years!!! But then on saturday, Skip [her husband] comes in ranting and raving and saying he's seen the check and the contract and that Gopher's [another little cafe here] is taking the place over October first. Well, my jaw dropped. I was ticked off all night long. Before I went home I called Trent and told him that when I decided between the restaurant and Starbucks, I may have made a bad choice. Didn't sleep at all that night. I didn't even know if Becky would come in the next morning if she found out there was any truth to the whole thing. She said she talked with Helen and that the whole thing is bullshit. But I've had SO many people asking me about it and telling me they've all heard it's a done deal. I just don't know if Helen is really THAT big of a bitch that she'd lie right to Becky's face like that. I just don't know...and it's freaking me out, man! I've worked in that place practically my whole life, since I was 13. I know all of our customers and most of them are like family to us. It's hard to deal with a lot of times because a lot of our customers are elderly. When we lose one, it's heartbreaking. A couple months ago, we lost Mr. Ricker [jazz, you know Jed Ricker? It's his grandfather]. He had gone through a really long, hard fight with prostate cancer a few years back and came out cancer free. Then suddenly it was back. He died in under a month from the time they told him it was back. His wife didn't come in for over a month. When I saw her again, I sat down next to her in the booth and put my arm around her. She said, "Please, don't be nice to me. I'll cry." It was too late, we were both crying. Geezus, I'm tearing up now. So it's like, if Helen DID sell the place, I'm not just out of a job -- it's my life, really. Anyway--I guess I'll just have to wait and see what the facts are.
Then we have the feast or famine dilemma. I do transcription work from home. Half the time I can't find enough to even bother with. Well, now I've got contracts with what is it? I think five different companies. Plus I still pick up work from my friend Terrie once in a while. I'm typing so much I feel like I'm surgically attached to my keyboard and headset half the time. But I guess money is always a good thing!
Then, on top of this, I get a call from Marquette General today seeing if I want to come in for an interview. Not even sure what the job is. They found my resume on Michigan Works, I guess. UGH! I don't even know what to do with all of this right now!

I NEED A VACATION DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!!

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Bet that got your attention. LOL

Our camera has a digital still option. So we've been takin some pics of our animals. Gonna have to load some on here later after work. As for the videos taken with the camera -- yeah, they're not gettin posted!

I saved a little baby bird the other day. He had a broken wing. Took him to a local vet. The vet called this morning to tell me he's going to be okay. That made me feel better!

OOOOH! Got free tickets to see Clutch in August at The Rave/Eagles club in Milwaukee. WOOHOO! I think I own more Clutch shirts than I do shirts for work...

Friday is KISS at the Soo. Trent's not really all that into it, but since my brother is paying for it...he figures what the hell? LOL Typical guy thinking.

My brother Gus needs to be strung up by his toes in the hot sun for....oh....about a decade. ASSHOLE!!!

Anyway, later!

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okay, so I get nudged to post. then nothing. WTF is up with that?

Current Mood: aggravated

Since my "dear" friend Ken gave me a "nudge" [stragest email I think I've ever seen that didn't have the words viagra or penis in it] here is an update. Nothing is new, really. same shit, different day. I tried working at Starbucks for a little while. Man -- that SUCKS! Take the job because you get told "oh, you only need to put in 20 hours a week to get benefits" and then only get scheduled for about 17 a week. Nice, huh? Oh well, typical of my life. Still at the restaurant and doing transcription work from home. Still with Trent and STILL not married. He wears his wedding band though. Not quite sure why, really. He says "well you wear your ring". I look at him oddly and say, "Yes, women WEAR engagement rings before they get married. Men don't." But oh well. I guess in a way, it's nice of him.
Let's see, been a little over a year since I posted....hmm. Well, david Forsberg passed away this February. He's the husband of the woman who owns the restaurant I work at. Lived across from my parents my whole life. He got cancer. Started out as a mass on his shoulder blade. They removed that and then it spread to his lungs....then his bones...and finally his brain. Went to the funeral services and seriously thought I'd walked into the wrong place when I looked at the casket. Looked nothing at all like the David I'd known and loved since I was a baby. It's so sad, just the thought of it now is making me cry.
Oh, Jasmine -- if you haven't already heard, John's grandma passed away in February, too. He didn't say what it was that killed her, but with the way she smoked and drank, I'm amazed she lived as long as she did.
Oh--one more for the death list--Justin Bailey died. He was a very good friend of mine from the 9th grade on. actually kind of dated him in the 9th -- although we hardly ever even kissed. Then he came out about a year later. Very sadly, he died of AIDS. He is missed.
Hmm....what else? Oh, my brother Greg is taking Trent and I to go see KISS in Sault Saint Marie on the 20th of July. He started buying me KISS albums when I was a baby and always sang "Beth" to me over the phone when he was away for the Army, which was most of the time. I can't wait! I've never been to a concert with him and I don't think any other band could be more perfect! Playing in full makeup and costumes -- and OUTSIDE! Now I just gotta hope that it doesn't rain!
Anyway, how's everyone else? write and let me know. And I'll try to not let so much time pass before I post again.

Love ya all,

Beth

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I hate going day to day watching people I care about getting trampled on because they care too much for people that don't deserve it. Sadly, I have the same affliction. my friend Ken is over in Iraq defending our country and giving freedom to the Iraqi people. In the meantime, he's got some girl in the states screwing with his head and heart. I don't know the whole situation, mind you, but it still pisses me off to no end. When my now ex-husband was deployed in the Gulf, I don't think I could have even imagined doing anything to add to the burden he already carried. If I had cancer, he'd find out when he came home. If something really terrible happened, he found out when he came home. And not right when he came home. After he'd had time to readjust to life at home. But some people are just sick, I guess. and they don't care much about who they hurt as long as they're happy.
Anyway--things here are about the same. Still no date. surprise, surprise! {WHY do I have Gomer Pyle's Voice stuck in my head] My mom actually asked me tonight if I'm sure I want to stay with Trent. the words that flew out of my mouth were "I have no idea, mom." And it seems to be true. We seems to have more problems and fights than good times. And what is up with men thinking they can 'make up' with you by having sex with you? HELLO! You pissed me off or fucked up. WHY on EARTH would I wanna have sex with you, idiot?
If you're completely lost, my biggest problem lately with Trent is him downloading porn or visiting pron websites and then lying about it when I find that he's done it. Oh, it's all pop ups. Or, it was on the forum, I didn't go there. Oh really? Then why do you have a membership for the website? Hmm. Must've been magic. I hate it when people think they have something on me. No one does. no one ever can. Then, smartass thinks he'll change the user passwords for the computer. That is until I threaten to wipe the entire harddrive and not allow him ANY access to the computer at all. See, you fuck with the computer, you fuck with my income. Not cool. Not something wise to pull on a Irish, German, Swedish Redhead. Not if you want to live to see tomorrow, anyway. Needless to say, things changed. Now he has no access unless I decide to grant it to him. Doubt it. But if he behaves and apologizes, I might consider it. After I change the internet settings so he can't possibly look at ANY nudity.
Okay, I have to work now.

OH! I talked to Erik out in San Diego the other night. I hate to admit I sometimes miss him. But he's one of the few people that I know that have actually ever really understood me down to the atmoic level. Sadly, we had individual problems that kept us from getting along well enough to sustain a relationship. One, I needed him to not fuck other women. Well, really, that was our downfall. Although he denies it to this day, I know he's lying. Because a very good friend of mine said he SAW him - literally SAW him in bed with another woman.

Okay, really, I have to work now.

Later!

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Well- it's been a while since I've posted anything on here. Not a whole lot going on, really. Trent is going out of state for the night for the yearly meeting for the Kingdom Hall. Yes - those of you who know me know how I am about religion - but it's his thing, not mine. He's not trying to convert me or anything like that. Not that he'd have a chance in hell anyway. I mean, okay, it's great to have beliefs and faith and all of that. But organized religion, to me, is something that man made in order to turn people into followers. Not believers. And religious factions that try to make you think that if you don't follow them you're going to die a horrible, agonizing death are just wrong. You don't have to attend a church to believe in God or a higher power - or to pray. Anyone who's seen Stigmata has heard the lines "Lift a Stone and I am there. Break a Twig and You Will Find Me." It's supposed to be from a gospel written by Jesus, himself. and to me it says that you don't need the church. You don't need other people. All you need is faith. Anyway. That's just my view.
I got off point there. Anyway - he's going for the night. I have a ton of transcriptions to do after I get home from the restaurant tonight. And then tomorrow, my family wants me to go to Big Bay to camp for the Memorial Day services at the cemetery. My brother Phillip is buried there. He died when he was a baby and I never knew him. But I still cry whenever I visit his grave. Just typing about it now brought that sting to my eyes. Geez, I hate that. I don't know if I'm gonna go. My family is a bunch of drunks and I don't much care for hanging around them when they've been at it for a couple hours. Especially on a day like that, when emotions are high. They get nuts. They argue. Sometimes they fight. Don't I have enough shit to deal with without walking into that, too? But then again, if I don't go, they'll bitch about it. Hmm. What to do.
My friend Ken is having some troubles. Both personal and professional and I'm worried about him. can't do much from here than tell him I am here for him if he needs someone, though. CAn't very well fly to Iraq. Oh, yeah, and then there's the point that I WOULDN'T FLY TO IRAQ! Sorry, love ya Ken...but nope. NOT GONNA DO IT!
My dad is getting very sick. He just got diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease. And my mom thinks he had another TIA yesterday afternoon. Well gee, mom. That's just great. And what'd you do? Nothing? Just sat there? Yeah...that was the best plan of action. Couldn't have POSSIBLY taken him to the hospital? CHRIST MY FAMILY MAKES ME MAD!!!
Okay, anyway, I have to get ready to go to hell. I mean the restaurant for work. somebody, anybody - HELP ME!!!!

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Sor those of you who don't know this, I work as a transcriptionist at home when I'm not working at thedamned restaurant. I'm doing a transcript right now of a medical conference that was held in Cape Town, South Africa last month. They even had Desmond Tutu speaking at this one. It's on the work they're doing on drugs to treat and prevent HIV/AIDS. Once I'm done with it, I'll post a link to the site so anyone who would like to can go and read about it. It's really interesting work. And if you know anyone affected by the disease, it may bring them some hope and give them something to talk to their doctors and other people they know that are infected. I'm sure a lot of you have already heard that there are companies working on a vaccine to prevent AIDS. But the things they're working on in this discussion cover a much broader spectrum of protection possibilites. Really, I think everyone should read about this and pass it on.

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Anyone who knows me know I love animals. In fact, in most cases, I like animals more than I like people. {And for all you sick minded people, stop before you post something that will make me hurt you}. But I find myself in a quandry. I think Trent and I have gone too far on the number of animals we have. We have Bogart, our Boxer. He's, well, I'll get to that later. Then we have two cats, 'Stache {named for the white mustache on his upper lips} and Akasha. Both long-haired, beautiful kitties. Stache is part Maine Coon, so he's HUGE, the last time I weighed him he was almost 16 pounds. Akasha is part Persian, so she has the cute little mushed-in face and being that she's so tiny, I think she will be one of those cats that looks like a kitten forever. trent just calls her 'kitty-kitty' and I call her kitten-face. She adores Trent who, as he says, 'isn't a cat person'. I find it harder and harder to believe that every time I see him laying on the couch with one or both of the cats laying on him. We also have two ferrets, Boo and Tweeker. Boo is a huge, mostly white boy with some silver markings. He was sold to us as a female, and we didn't notice until we got him home that he was a boy. But it's okay, because he's neutered. Tweeker is a skinny little sable, and the calmer of the two 'evil weasels' as I call them. I guess the name doesn't quite fit, until you see her playing.
Then, we have these little creatures called Sugar Gliders. This is what they look like.
 

We started out with just a pair. at one point, we had over a dozen. Right now we have 9. One of our females has one baby in the pouch, too. They're adorable and fun to watch. And they're easy to take care of, really. although cleaning the cages is a pain.

Now, the real problems. Between the dog, cats and ferrets, there is a lot of hair floating around this house. I think I go through more lint rollers in a week than most people do in a year.  Then, too, if we don't sweep every day it's all over everything else. Vacuuming is a pain in the ass because the filters get clogged, as do the brushes. Oh, yeah, and it's TONS of fun vacuuming out a 9 foot long sectional couch, too!
The dog is just a pain in the ass. always in the garbage.

Shoot, have to continue this later!

the people that always have the most to say are always the ones who are afraid to let people know they are the one who said such things. And usually rightly so. for, i've found quite recently, that the most ignorant people hide what they say. they 'whisper' behind closed doors to others who are just as ignorant as they are. they try to seem innocent and intelligent in the public eye. but once you see and hear the things they think no one knows they've said or done, you can see them for what they really are. the thing that saddens me about this is that a lot of times, people who actually care for other people get sucked in by these people. and in the long run, the ones who truly care are the ones that end up with all the hurt and heartache.
my father always says 'two wrongs don't make a right' and 'don't make yourself wrong'. but i always say that if you let people do and say whatever they want and they get away with causing some pain, you're the fool. they're wrong for causing the pain in the first place, true. but letting it slide off your back like water off a duck is just weak. it's not me. so if you say things to offend me, or anything that states in general that you think you know anything about me, or that you are in any way better than me, you can expect an argument. no matter who you are or who you know. and you can't finish things by saying they're done and expect them to be. and you can't just go on watching and whispering without consequences. once again, everyone already knows this, but nothing published on the internet is ever truly private. basically what i'm saying is to think of it this way: if you knew people could hear what you're thinking, would you change the things you say to yourself in your mind? or rather, would you say something you thought was private if you knew others could find out in the wink of an eye?

something to think about.

Current Mood: pensive

People who talk about other people online when they know nothing about them humor me. Especially when it stems from something as innocent as making a stupid comment about being referred to as a frickin cartoon character. How all that goes to--oh, you're just ignorant. You've never read the ONE book I read that I think is important. You must be a psycho. Oh, yeah, and then going so far as to talk about my children and my parenting skills when they know nothing about either subject. Who's the nutcase? Anyway...as far as I am concerned, MinxyRoo and Mandy can say whatever they want about me. I could honestly care less. The only thing I care about is the truth. Not the unimportant little girls online who think they can constrew a form of knowledge of someone by just thinking they're right about everything. There's only one person involved in this whole stupid mess who's opinion matters to me. And looky! I guess he feels differently than these little girls do. And I'm quite sure he knows I am not in love with him in a romantic manner. But that I love him as a friend. And now, I'm really, really worried about him. Not only because of where he is physically; but because of the situation he gets put in mentally by these stupid little girls he associates with online and off. But anyway, Minxy, Mandy: KISS MY ASS. If I am SO horrible, why would Ken say:


samuraipunch
4/28/06 02:17 pm
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Interesting conversations

I also got to talk to Beth (redhairdgrl) for abit too. It was alot more comfortable talking to her than I thought it would be. In the past it seemed somewhat akward for some reason. Although I guess in a way it should seem more akward now than before? But there isn't any real justifiable cause for there to be any akwardness... But in the back of my mind, I was thinking about Mandy, and as Mandy and I talked and she got curious as to my past, I realised that there was something about Beth that made her seem insecure. Their "differences" she said, based upon impression and Beth's pic. And there's no need for Mandy to feel insecure with herself, or feel threatened by Beth. Because Beth and I are friends, and it's no different than anyother friendship I have, other than what happened in the past. Granted of course the majority of my friends share certain common similarities, but they're no different than things that people look for in a prospective friend. And it's the other intircate details and nuances in a person that further distinguishes them.

And now having got into that blurb on "friends" I found it rather amusing in a "that could have went better" way. In regards to Beth and minxyroo. LOL It was kind of like watching a car wreck but amusing at the same time, reading the comments they exchanged when I woke up this morning. Being that I wasn't part of the conversations, I noticed that the two of them had the same intentions. They just didn't quite mesh right... Although they should have... It's like driving stick... There's not that much difference between a car and a truck, other than the play in the clutch (usually).

Although I do think that minxyroo and redhairdgrl would get along rather well based on sense of humor/personality... Although redhairdgrl and Mandy I think would/could be really good friends because of who they are. Then again I think all three of them should get along rather well, and be friends...

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roninsamurai
4/27/06 03:27 pm
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When the past comes back
I mentioned in my other LJ about how Beth (redhairdgrl) sent me an invite for LJ even though I've had mine since the beginning of LJ. I didn't really delve into anything about what I was thinking about "getting back in touch" with Beth, because I didn't know what to think, or have my thoughts figured out. It all leads to, "what am I thinking?" It's a good question.

I know that if it wasn't for having gone out with Beth and having spent the time we did, and gone through the emotions that I had... I would have become a much more jaded and cynical person than I am. Because in Beth I was able to find the good in people and a sense of fulfillment, of being whole. Something that I didn't think I would find, or allow myself to after the psycho bitch ex fiance. And because of being able to find that and realize that there is still a goodness in people I didn't stay trapped in the seedy hotel room of self. And it's in that sense of wanting completeness that on rare occasion I take a chance to look for that.

I remember the feeling I had, when I knew I was in a "lose-lose" situation. And I gave the answer that I knew was the right one for me to give. But I already knew what the outcome would have been regardless of the answer and the outcomes. And what I felt and knew would happen, happened... But then again I was also to leave for OSUT at FLW for 3 months, and then got orders for Korea, and then deployed to Iraq... And I think that would have been too much anyways. But I learned and grew from the experience...

"Or maybe what happens is that love offers you an exit from the seedy hotel room of SELF, the room in which you sit alone with your desires, the desires you take neat, like shots of rye. You meet someone, and she calls you away from the narrow bed whose mattress might be stuffed with iron filings, the yellowed linoleum, the single, fly soiled light bulb, the windows with their film of soot that give onto nothing but an air shaft. You walk out of the room and you join her in the bright air outside, and if you're lucky you get to stay there with her. But some of us, you know, are agoraphobes. We can't take the raw, unfiltered light, the hurtling distances. They make us anxious. And sooner or later we turn on the one who lured us out, we blame her for overturning our lives, and we go back to the old hotel, where our old room is always waiting for us."
Peter Trachtenburg, excerpted from 7 Tattoos: A Memoir in the Flesh

And in the time that I was back in the states before re-deploying I came to realise that I wanted that feeling of completeness, and to be. After all it was the time I got to spend with friends and their family that made me feel comfortable and at "home". And that's something I don't want to lose.

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But Ken, I think your first thoughts were a little off. I could never be friends with back-stabbing, self-righteous, ignorant little girls who think they know everything when they seem to actually know closer to nothing. Done with them, though. I hope it all works out for you, though! Well, at least that's what I'll say for now.

So, anyway. I gotta go. I have a date with my fiance, Trent. You know, the guy I live with. the one I'm marrying. Yeah. But I am so madly in love with Ken. I don't know how it is Trent doesn't just figure it all out!! Oh, I know how! He reads all of this drivvle the little girls have written and laughs his ass off. He knows about Ken and I in the past and he knows we are still friends. He doesn't have a problem with it. why are others so threatened? Maybe they need some therapy? Nah, I'd hate to see the psychiatrist shoot themselves in the head after listening to them babble on and on about how right they are and how smart they are and how everyone else is ignorant and psychotic.

Later!

I have a line running through my head. That girl's got three brain cells. and two have formed a search party to find the third one. It jumped off that high cliff the other day. The note said it couldn't listen to the self-important babble anymore. And those rocks below looked pretty sharp. Oh well, search away!

Current Mood: amused

I'm really not sure why it is that some people take the most innocent comments and turn it into something to argue about. You say something to someone that you think they'll find amusing and the suddenly you have some person you don't even know all over your ass--trying deperately to make you either look like an idiot or feel bad. I guess it's a good thing I know I'm neither stupid or a bad person and that I don't let comments of people who tag themselves as 'clueless' get to me. It is fun to mess with them, though. Oh yes, it hurts me so that some chick I have never met [and hopefully never will meet] refers to me as 'unintelligent' over the internet. Yep, I'm a dumbass. Well, not really, but I play one on the web. LOL.
Anyway--what happened today? Hmm. Well, Trent has hopefully got a new job already. He seems pretty excited about it. I hope it will be good for him. After 14 years at the same job, any change has to be good. At least for a little while, I think. And who knows, maybe this will be just what he needs?
I'm actually really, really impressed with him lately. He came back from a really bad problem with drinking and has come through great. He's always relapsed in the past within a few weeks. But it's been over a month this time and he hasn't even thought about it, or at least that's what he says. Not that he hasn't COMPLETELY not thought about it, but when he has, he's kept his mind off of it by doing something else. He's working out again and getting into really nice shape. And I won't complain about that. Although I'd love him even if he weighed 400 pounds, it's nice to see him taking care of himself. and you can just tell he feels better about himself. At least most of the time. We all have our moments, though.
Did some work for the transcription company in New York today. Kind of dull stuff. Interviews for a clothing store. But oh well, at $40 an audio hour, I won't bitch! Talked to Joshua from the company for a bit and it looks like I'll be busy, busy, busy for the next couple of weeks with this anyway. So that's a good thing.
Today was also my first day off of working at The Shores on a Thursday morning in almost 2 years. I cannot say that I will miss the "Coffee Clutchers". They're this group of old [and I mean OLD] retired guys that all come in 6 days a week to have coffee, yack, ogle the waitresses and complain together. Once in a while they even eat something that costs them more than the $1.33 for the coffee and leave a halfway decent tip. But damn, hearing them argue about the same thing every damn week gets really old. And having Marv ask me if I'll just go home with him is too much for me to deal with that early in the morning.
Then, there's Barb. I will not talk about her, though. I'll leave it at this. Supposed to be here by 4--shows up at 8:45 and won't leave till almost 11. I could kill her. nut job.
Oh! and I talked to Ken for a while online today. It was nice. I haven't talked to him for more than a couple of minutes in a long time. I'm usually too damn busy typing to talk to anyone anymore. But I'm glad I talked to him and I'm glad he's safe over there. We'll all keep him and the other guys that have been left stranded overseas in our thoughts and, for those of you who pray, it would be nice if you thought of them as well. And I know a lot of you already do. My ex-husband was in the Navy during wartime in the Gulf and went on a WestPac for 6 months. Never knowing how they are or where they are from day to day is hard to live with. And though I can't stand my ex, I care for those men and women that are risking their lives for us every minute of every day over there and elsewhere in the world.

OKAY!! That's enough of that. I'm going to go cuddle up to my Trent for a while. Good night!

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I hate the restaurant. I really, really do. If I could kill Kelly and get away with it......

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I have nothing interesting to write today. Just didn't want to leave my first day blank!

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