Cue the world's smallest violins . . .

Look up the phrase "fair weather friend" in the dictionary and you will probably see a picture of me.

Gah!

I'm the worst!

Never in my wildest dreams, did I think there would be a day (or the last two months) where I was unable to find time for blogging or reading all your blogs.

But I think of you all often and throughout the day of my ho-hum yet dangerous job. Seriously, I had a punk pull out a switchblade and start cleaning his nails in an attempt to intimidate me because he and his pregnant, non US citizen girlfriend were ineligible for food st*mps due to his full-time college student status . . . I ignored the knife and he eventually put it away but I was reprimanded by my supervisor for not leaving my office or calling for help (I did attempt to call my supervisor twice, but she never answered her phone)!

Oh the job.

My first appointment of the day are expedites, usually men who just got out of the big-house and are currently homeless . . . which then, makes me think about the vileman and what he will do when he gets out.

Not that you all remind me of educated punks and ex-felons.

No, no, no!

Every morning I put on a silver bracelet along with my "GRRR" bracelet (it's black and matches everything and they look really nice together, and many people have commented on them and so, I always think of Debbi every morning.

My friends from the Frances Kuffle Amazon blog and the AFG blog . . . Vickie, Lori, Anne, Jen, Cindy, Laura N. and Helen.

Friends I met blogging as the Gr*mpy Ch*ir D*eter . . . Sharla (happy anniversary), Jill, Cammy, Michelle, Patience, Eva and Wendy.

You all have been such a great support system to me and I shall be a better blogger buddy soon!
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The kids are very active in baseball and t-ball. Everyday either a practice or game.

I get home from work, grab waters and kids and head to the baseball field. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Sunday. Sometime, we don't get home until 11:00 pm.

This has been going on since April. The t-ball schedule ends on Tuesday bringing about two to three days of relief.

Baseball ends sometime next month.

And with that said, I shall write again sometime in June!

That Girl

Lately, I have felt that if any more straw is thrown on this old camel's back . . . implosion might occur. Then, I spoke with my big sis yesterday morning and she told me to start telling myself or chanting "this is only temporary, this is only temporary".

She also reminded me of a conversation that I had on June 25th when I asked my then husband "Is this the only phone call you can make?"

Jailed vile husband: "Yes!"

Me: "Then you made the wrong phone call." Click.

I need to channel that girl who was so strong and smart that horrific day.

Off to go chant . . .

The Sponge Cannot Absorb Anything Else

I am saturated.

And ready to implode!

Time for relaxation techniques to kick in . . . and implemented immediately.

I haven't heard any feedback regarding vileman's liberal use of the internet and other no no's.

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Must. Think. Of. Something. Positive.

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I have maintained an 11 pound weight loss for the last few weeks, though I haven't been cracking the whip.

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Vileman's trial has been reset to the week after Christmas. He is at the very top of the list and I know that the prosecutor assigned (he has bounced all over the ADA staff) just wrapped up a very high profile murder case.

I might be writing a very long letter to Santa Claus regarding adding someone to his naughty list.

Time for a will

This morning I'm running a temperature, a very low grade one. I usually run below 98.6 (around 97 degrees due to thyroid disease) so anything close to 100 is a temperature for me . . . a million little violins are playing . . .


Six went back to school this morning after being home since Friday with an "upper respiratory infection" . . .because doctor is tired of the flu diagnosis paperwork and testing for all patients with flu like symptoms . . .


While waiting for 6's dance class to end last week, another mom offered me an Avon book and said she was the Avon lady. I told her I used to use the Anew products. She studied my face and handed me some Anew product samples (the Anew line has products specified for each age decade 30's, 40's, and 50's . . . apparently your skin doesn't require anything new when you are in your 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's, or 100's ) . . . that's right, after studying my skin, she handed me samples for . . . . . .

THE 50's AGE GROUP . . . . the 50's and older age group!

. . . Don't like Avon lady . . . I'll buy Olay.


Tomorrow 12 turns 13 . . . he will now be called a teenager for the next five years . . . the adolescent-hell years . . . I can already feel my wrinkles deepening . . .


Today, I will be working on my last will and testament . . . because I have a temperature and I look old.