If I find one more itty-bitty-mini- lego on my floor i'll kill someone. I am so serious. I have stepped on, kneeled on, sat upon, and vacuumed up one too many pieces of Indiana Jones and his motorcycle. I am gonna freak out very shortly! Whoever designed legos (especially the itty-bitty-mini ones) needs to be shot at close range. With a rifle containing cartridges filled with mini-lego pieces. Not buckshot. Buckshot is sissy stuff.


It's my own fault, I bought the damn things. One more instance of thinking i'm doing a great thing...only to find it bite me in the ass. Ahh, such is life. The boys are at a cub scout pack meeting, so i've had all evening to myself. Well, sort of. My mom is here (she is still living with us, remember) but she's in bed by 8, so it's nice and quiet. I'm hanging out watchin' the history channel, because that's what us high rollers do on a Friday night, don't ya know. I love the history channel. I'm watching something on Hitler, and it's sort of like a train wreck....I can't stand to watch it, but I can't NOT watch it.

Gonna go catch up some more and see what i've been missing all these months. Later!

I've come and gone so many times I don't even actually know if i'm here. I just can't stay away, I guess. So many things have happened in the past year....and I really missed sharing them. Even if it was to myself. Seeing my thoughts appear before me has always been such an anchor for me. I've kind of floundered without that, and i'm hoping to get back ''in touch" with that part of myself. No silly screen names. No frilly template. Just words. Sometimes I feel like that's all I am.