This idea was taken from Jezzy. (I only have one for now.) Write 15 things about 15 separate people, but don't name them. They can be things you were too shy to tell people, things you wish you could tell them, or things you hate about them. Anything.



I want to see you again. I think about you a lot even though it has been 20 years. We fell in love but the summer ended and you went back home. I saw your mom about a year ago and I know you are still single after being burned by a woman that said she loved you. The passion that you bring up in me all these years later overwhelms and I wish I had the guts to look you up and tell you how I feel. (But then I get scared and think that you have likely not thought of me once and though it was a defining moment in my life it was nothing to you.) All I know is if I ever fall in love again I want it to be like what we had back in the summer of '86. I (still) love you.

Hi everyone. I really have not had much to say in the last few weeks. I really have so little to say! I have been working a lot and coming home so tired. My feet ache so bad at the end of the day that I am have little energy for anything else. It is when I feel like this that I don't like my job. As it is I stand for 7.5 hours on a cement floor doing clerical work. My boss got it into her head that we would be more efficient standing up to do our work. Have you ever seen an administrative assistant do all her filing, typing and correspondence standing up? On a cement floor no less. We also aren't allowed to take breaks other than a lunch break. Yes. This is all allowed under WCB! OK. Rant over. Sorry. Just so burnt out.
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It never ceases to amaze me what my brain will think of when it is sleep deprived.

The last few weeks I have felt especially weary. I am dragging myself around and counting the hours until bed. It hasn't help matters that the hamster runs on his wheel all night long. I think last night must have been the final straw for my subconscious hamster hating brain because the only way I could think to keep him quiet was to put him in the Crock Pot.

I was awakened around 2:00 and stumbled out into the living room. I told him to shut the hell up but he just kept running. (I think he said, "Do you want a piece of me?") I opened the cage as he ran to hide in the tunnel but I poked him out and stared at him but didn't know what to do. Where could I put this nocturnal athlete? All I wanted was a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. I took him with me and began the search. There it was in front of me on the counter. The Crock Pot! Surely he would be quiet in there. I removed the stoneware liner and lid and took it to the living room. He would be quite safe and above all QUIET until morning.

I don't really remember what happened next. I must have come to my senses because this morning the hamster was sleeping safely in an old cage sans wheel. The Crock Pot was sitting beside the cage.

It has been a busy few weeks here over at my house. I starting planning my mom's 60th birthday party/family reunion in January and we had it on Saturday. It went great! We had about 50 that showed up. I hadn't seen some of these relatives in over 10 years. I wish we could do it more often.

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I did the Hike for Hospice this weekend as well. One of my long-term goals is to get my Hospice training. I wish I could do it now but I think my kids need to be a little older so I can commit a couple evenings a week to going out to the person's home or hospital.

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I joined a book club a few months back and have really enjoyed reading most of the books (I highly recommend "Never Let Me Go") but the book for this month, "Map of Glass" is so boring. Quit with the graphic descriptions of the fucking water already. I mean blah, blah. blah, blah, blah! The imagery just goes on and on to the point you are skipping huge sections just to find the story. Get to the point! I want to return this stupid book to the library but then I will have to sit there like a loser and everyone will know I didn't read the selection. I wonder if it is acceptable to say this book bites the big one at book club?

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On another note. (This is where someone will send an anonymous comment on how gross and immature I am.) Tonight I have the worst foul smelling gas I have ever had in my life! My kids won't come near me! I am serious! What causes a fart to smell that bad? It is so bad I can taste it. It is stinging my tongue. Gross huh?