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did anyone here experience serious mood swings(think PMS)and/or exhaustion followed by insomnia on Friday? if so when and what happened?

what about the animals? did anyone witness odd behavior in their pets?



i will post my reason for the question on Wednesday based on response. if anyone feels uncomfortable posting here, just message me.

i bit my tongue until i thought it would fall off.

i do not and will never understand the negativity of others or why they might feel the need to rip a person to shreds in the name of science or God. i never thought that having a belief or knowledge would be considered naive or stupid, let alone superstitious. i can thicken my skin and put on blinders to those who ridicule to make themselves seem larger than they are.

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Sinora
09:48 Nov 23 2008

I begin to wonder how they get away with it, the hardest thing is not to bring yourself down to their level.

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Oceanne
14:14 Nov 23 2008

"i can thicken my skin and put on blinders"

No! Sinora,she didnt jusat say that. ...Not blinders..oh that dreadful word.

~Leaves the calgon and a note that reads"Ah well,everyone gets in their moods I guess."

p.s. Blinkers..its blinkers.

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i have things on my mind today. this week the adults at my sons school have officially started picking on him. labelling him troubled because he chooses to wear baggy black clothes and his hair is always in his eyes. as far as i can tell he hasn't actually DONE anything. they are just worried that he will.

then last night i signed onto my myspace profile and noticed a status update on his girlfriends profile. it indicated that she likes someone else and he likes her back. she hasn't said anything to my son, but after tying up MY phone line and occasionally calling at all hours of the night since August his picture and all of her blogs about him have been removed.

why does this bother me when they are only 13? because he has been doing well. he has a few friends and even though he gets picked on he has had people to talk to.

so after giving it some thought i helped him set up a profile here on VR. hopefully he will meet some nice young people who he can identify with.

yes the time of year i love and dread all at the same time. the changing of the seasons and the temperatures the right combination of elements that lead to one thing. inflammation of the tonsils. yes indeed i still have mine.

i remember the year they were at the worst. we were never well off when i was a kid. a good year here, bad year there but we got by. Mother had just begun working at the hospital and my tonsils got so swollen that i couldn't breathe through my mouth. i could taste the blood in the back of my throat and as she stuck a steaming pot of water under my face and draped a towel over my head she apologized for not yet having insurance. i will admit it was little consolation and i was pretty bitter about it.

so today as i poured my bath and wished for some of that lovely Johnson & Johnson Menthol Baby Bath i thought about things. i thought about the chain of events which brings us all to the place where we are and i thought about my kids. in particular, my son.

he is a young man with vision and intellect beyond his years. he feels that it is irresponsible to have a child if you are not financially equipped to raise it. i have to admit the logic there. i also have to acknowledge where it came from.

it came from 13 years of watching the struggle to maintain the balance. in his 13 years he has seen loss, hardship, the worst of the best people and the best of the worst. he has learned to accept what is given him with gratitude and accept what is denied with grace. my son who asks of others not to be liked but to at least be accepted for who he is by all.

the boy is 13 and he pushes the boundaries, boy does he push. he tries to appear sullen and closed off, but he has a smile that lights up a room and melts your heart under those ripped up clothes and long curly hair. i think he has the makings of a wonderful man, a leader. my deep little thinker.

to think i would have missed him and his 13 year old wisdom if i had felt the same way he had about raising children. i can't regret the years of torment he endured to teach him the lessons that brought him to his conclusions. i am glad we got away from the bad things, but there is sorrow at the continuing reminders of how hard hardship can be.

i hope that my son is as smart and thoughtful at 16, 18, 26 as he is today at age 13.

not feeling good today, sore throat, runny nose, and ear aches. i guess i know what i am doing this weekend.

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Jens
04:03 Aug 28 2009

Every time I see the word 'blah' on screen, I am reminded of the SIMS' vampires who go "Bleah Bleah".... lol

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moonkissed
12:56 Aug 28 2009

Now that I would love to see! I have been playing Sims 2 on Gamecube for the last month and have almost finished it. No vampires in that one though only ghosts. I will have to check that one out.

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that thumping is the sound of me banging my head against the wall. a continuing back and forth conversation on a friends blog caused me to try to "search" online for the relative of the Savory Roasting Pan that i left in Oregon during my speedy exit on Thanksgiving of 2006. the same pan that i was cooking my "last minute" turkey in when a stupid, drunken, crazed bastard decided to pull out and load a rifle with the intent of using it right in my living room caused me to need to call the police and flee. leaving everything. clothes, books, jewelry, grandma's silver, pictures and stupid me...my roasting pan. gotten from my first husband's now deceased mother. i used it often. it was perfect. i could cook two or three chickens at a time in it or a 25lb turkey with a little room to spare and then place it over the stove burners to make gravy with the drippings. clean up was easy too...i had 4 of the best dish washers a mommy could have. Lady girl, Tasha, Sidney and Missy, yep my dogs. they must have drug that pan all over the yard and through the dirt and mud, never a scratch or a nick on it after. it just needed a rinse with the hose.

so anyhow i found my roasters kin, a robins egg graniteware roaster circa late 1800's...which i guess sounds about right since it was given my mother in law by her mother who purchased it when she first got married. my ex husbands mother was 80 years old when she gave it to my in 1995.



ok so done rambling about dead things and things best forgotten because i will never have them again